The palm strike that hit Dyon’s back before the battle began was precisely from his father-in-law and Ri’s own father. Emytheus may have been prepared to make contingency plans against Little Lyla, but what would he do against another True Empath that had been gone for over a hundred years?

Dyon learned of the potency curses could have the moment he forgot about the existence of his unicorn corpse puppet. He went through so many battles where it could have been greatly helpful, yet he completely forgot about it.

It was then he made a few contingency plans. Who better to see through tricks of the mind if not a True Empath? However, that was contingent of the True Empath, him or herself, not being compromised in the first place. This was where his father-in-law who was currently sitting within his crumbling inner world came in.

“You were planning for me… For over a hundred years…?”

“Don’t flatter yourself.” Dyon yawned, a bit bored. “I just don’t like surprises. You can also stop pretending to be backed into a corner, your acting is terrible.

“I’ve known you were an Olympus for a long time, yet I still destroyed you Clan’s last universe spirit. Do you think I fear you… Or your Ancient Constitution?”

Emytheus’ wide eyes slowly calmed, growing ever colder with each passing second.

His hand flashed to the side, a bloody blade entering through one side of Kaori’s head and exiting out the other. Dyon hardly batted an eye to this sudden change.

“You know I have such a constitution, yet you dare to stand before me?”

“There’s nothing I don’t dare to do.”

Emytheus suddenly began to laugh. His body swirled with 12 different auras, each drastically different from the last.

“These are words you’ll soon regret. I didn’t become the first of my kind to reach the Dao Formation Realm by fluke. Your only remaining path is death.

“For the sake of Aritzia… I’ll bury you.”

Dyon slowly brandished his scythe, his gaze incomparably calm.

The Ancient Constitution was a legend that had existed since the dawn of the mortal plane. Dyon wasn’t certain of how powerful they were or even of how many there had been since the creation of this world. But, what he was sure of was that not a single one of them had ever successfully cleared the celestial realm to enter the dao realm. Their tribulations were simply too fierce.

Yet, here was Emytheus, his aura bold and imposing as though he was a son of the Heavens.

Dyon knew how powerful Emytheus must be. Even the Sky God Zeus was able to end the reign of the Titans single handedly despite being a mere celestial. How great must the battle prowess provided by an Ancient Constitution be in order to allow a celestial to push what must have been thousands of Supremes to the brink of extinction?

To make matters worse, Dyon had a bad feeling about the 12 auras circulating around Emytheus. It might not have been a coincidence that he was the only one to succeed.

Dyon couldn’t help but wonder… Why had he succeeded in this timeline but not the last? Could his weaker self have ever defeated Emytheus? Dyon didn’t think so. Dyon was certain that aside from The Entity, Emytheus was the most powerful existence on the mortal plane.

What Dyon didn’t know was that it was his fault that Emytheus could stand here today. No matter how great Dyon’s planning was, it was impossible for him account for every factor. Ironically, this event was only happening due to a spell of bad luck.

Back when Overlord Ascelyn – Madeleine’s mount and Ice Phoenix – was just planning on attacking the dwarves, he received a report about a young man entering the center of the Ancient Battlefield. Back then, he had asked his subordinate to keep tabs on this young man and to inform him if he ever came out.

In the previous timeline, Emytheus, beaten and bloodied after successfully crossing his tribulation, was instantly caught by the Overlord Ice Phoenix where he was likely wrung dry for his secrets. Emytheus spent over a year in a coma after exiting the battlefield, only to be killed when he showed signs of waking up. Reason being… Ascelyn realized that he was too dangerous!

Yet, in this timeline, Dyon had caught the Ice Phoenix for the sake of giving his wife a proper mount. Like this, Emytheus was able to spend a year completely unnoticed in these very plains he faced off against Dyon on now. In fact, not only did he go unnoticed, but he was able to heal himself back to 100% of his strength in the following years.

Just like this, Dyon dropped a rock on his own foot. As for why Emytheus had to enter the center of the Ancient Battlefield, he didn’t know. That said…

The reality was that he was excited. His blood boiled and his bones crackled, releasing a tremendous amount of pressure.

This Ancient Constitution, wasn’t it the prized child of the Heavens? It was probably the Heavens’ greatest regret that not a single Ancient Constitution had survived to this point. Dyon even had a sneaking suspicion that all this fanfare about evolution was actually the Heavens misdirecting them all. The true pinnacle creation of the Heavens were those like Emytheus… Maybe Heaven’s Children were only failures that didn’t manage to meet the necessary requirements…

Dyon wondered… How would the Heavens feel if he beat its precious child into the ground? 𝘪𝑎.𝒸𝘰

Dyon’s scythe slowly dragged along the ground, carving the charred soil beneath his feet with an apathetic expression.

“You say you want revenge for Aritzia? While I can’t allow you that, I don’t mind sending you to her.”

“Haha!” Emytheus laughed. “Even in the face of a true God you speak words as though you can still pass judgement as you please. You have not a single idea the kind of strength you’re facing.”

This content is taken from 𝘳𝑎.𝒸ℴ