The saddest part about Chenglei’s flaws was that his Death God Body constitution gave him good soul talent, excellent, even. This was the dream of most beasts! Yet, he ignored it…

Luckily, the soul was a path that could passively grow on its own as long as one cultivated the other paths. Dyon wasn’t the only one who experienced this.

So, after thousands of years of cultivation, Chenglei’s soul was already within the dao realm even if he hadn’t comprehended Comet Qi yet.

The only way for Chenglei to improve was to use his soul more.

“This is good too. You’d struggle if you had to deal with two of them. I’ll leave that fool Master Ores to you. As for these two…” Dyon grinned as his eyes landed on Head Nova and Head Sona. “… Leave them to me.”

Despair took hold of the four Heads. Was this really their Fate? To be used as sparring partners, then killed?

Just where were their Ancestors?! It can’t be that even after all of this, they still hadn’t chosen to move, right?!

Unfortunately for them, they had underestimated Dyon far too much.

How could a Higher Existence see anything he didn’t want them to see? Let alone a Higher Existence raised in a land that banned soul cultivation?

Even if one of them sent their senses to this place, they would see nothing out of the ordinary!

The only hope of the four Heads was that one of their Higher Existences was watching the live feed of the Universe Tournament they left on, but unfortunately, this was even more of a joke.

A Higher Existence? Wasting time watching a competition between the younger generation? There was likely no Higher Existence on the Mortal Plane that would waste time doing such a thing.

The 99 universes were simply unlucky. Dyon knew that even with what he did today, he had no way of conquering them now because he didn’t have the strength to battle Higher Existences yet. No matter how he shrouded their senses, if he conquered even one universe, it was impossible that they wouldn’t notice.

But, Dyon did this anyway. In fact, training was only a surface reason. The true reason was to relieve some frustration.

For so many years, he had been forced to duck and hide from these 99 universes, using petty tricks to keep them away while he steadily grew his power. For Dyon, who was prideful beyond one’s wildest imaginations, this thoroughly enraged him.

So, on this day, he would become the shadow in their hearts the same way they once shrouded his.

…

No matter how those of the 99 universes begged and pleaded, the end result was the very same.

Two Clan Heads and one Sect Master beaten and bloodied, unable to raise even a single finger as a young man and a dragon loomed high in the skies.

“Father…” Prince Nova felt a burning rage in his heart, but there was nothing he could do. Would he have to watch his father die here before him?

Head Nova looked up at Dyon as sighed, unable to say anything. It was only Master Ores who sneered in the end.

“You’ve proven nothing. It’s still very clear that your strongest strength isn’t your soul path.”

Many understood what he meant. After all, Chenglei killed Head Ceres in a single strike, but took several days to defeat him alone just using his soul. Still… Those undead skeletons… truly filled them with fear…

“Oh? You’re really ignorant.” Dyon laughed. “I am a beast tamer, and he is my partner. Are you aware of how a beast comes under the control of a man?”

Master Ores’ face contorted.

“It seems you understand. Obviously, one must subdue their soul. If my Soul wasn’t strong enough, he would have never been here in the first place! Fool.”

Of course, Dyon’s relationship with Chenglei hadn’t actually started like this, but they didn’t need to know that.

“Anyway. It’s been fun!” Dyon waved turning to leave as he sat upon Chenglei’s head.

The three Heads were stunned. Dyon was… Letting them live?

In Dyon’s mind, however, this was only natural. His future plans would be troublesome if their powers were taken over by others. Though it seemed Chenglei lost his temper when he killed Head Ceres, that was actually just a bit of acting on their parts. Head Ceres’ death just made things more convenient.

“Oh, I almost forgot.” Dyon suddenly paused, causing the hearts of those three who had just felt relief to constrict once more.

“I heard an interesting story from a man who called himself Yuhan Nova. I’m sure you’ve heard of him?”

Head Nova frowned. “… He… Is my younger brother…”

“Ah, what a coincidence, what a coincidence.” Dyon nodded. “He was imprisoned by an elder of mine a few decades ago. We used various means to extract information from him, but we came across a lot of useless things…. Though, some was useful, in some sense.”

Head Nova’s jaw clenched, unable to understand Dyon’s purpose. Was he trying to make him lose his temper and attack so he had the justification to kill him?

“For example, I learned that the Sona Clan’s namesake has roots in an ancient language. Some translations have it as meaning ‘to end’. But, ironically, others have it as meaning ‘endless’. I believe that the sound path Core Teachings of the Sona Clan follow this latter principle very closely, hm?”

Dyon’s words were almost nonsensical, but for some reason, those below couldn’t stop themselves from listening… from wanting to hear more…

“I wonder why then… this Profound Resonance Bell feels so familiar to me.” Dyon said absentmindedly.

In that instant, Master Ores turned pale as a white sheet.

Dyon turned and left within another word, but in that instant, it was no longer Head Nova who was trembling, but rather, Head Sona himself!

“You! What did you do!” Head Sona roared, forgetting his terrible injuries he looked toward Master Ores with a vicious light in his eyes.

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