Reaper of the Martial World

Book 12: Chapter 27: Since (3)

Venerable Theo stood frozen for a long time, unable to move an inch.

6^th Stage Star Grade Soul? He was a mortal?! Only 286 years old?! 100% purity every time without fail?!

Venerable Theo felt that his heart had leapt into his throat. The only reason this performance was ranked third and not first was because number one and two were less than half Dyon’s age and concocted pills ranked far higher than this Dyon’s in difficulty.

In addition, since they both had been born with Higher Empyrean Nascent Souls, they managed to concoct 4 times refined pills one time each for their best pills, while their weaker pills were at least 2 times refined.

What would these people think if they knew the reason Dyon hadn’t concocted more complex pills was simply due to the fact the alchemy guild he took his exam in was too poor to bring out the ingredients for anything better? And, the reason he hadn’t refined any reinforced pills was because he wanted to get the exam over and done with as soon as possible?

However, despite the fact Dyon ranked third, there were a few things that were undisputable.

In this generation, he ranked number 1. The number 2 and 1 on the list had long since ascended to the Alchemy God Grades and had lived for trillions of years. They were old men with a foot in the grave already.

Secondly, he was the only mortal in the top 1000, let alone top 100 and top 3 even!

His performance was so impressive that it bordered on blinding. The Pill Sword Mountain’s bazaar fell into silence for several minutes before exploding.

Several individuals ran every which way, spreading the news like mad men.

It was maybe the first day in history that a mortal had gripped the hearts of the Immortal Plane so thoroughly.

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“Master, master!”

“H-huh…”

A wrinkled old man with vibrant white hair startled awake from his rocking chair. His eyes, almost pressed together by some sort of glue, slowly opened, revealing whitish grey, opaque depths.

The young woman who had called his name had vibrant white hair of her own, but it wasn’t due to old age like that of the old man’s. Rather, she was so youthful and beautiful that the air seemed to still around her.

Gorgeous brows, elegant curves, delicate hands that gripped her master’s own with a soft touch. She was a woman who had gripped the hearts of countless men and even women.

The First White Mother looked much better than she had in the past. Ever since her master called an end to the war, she had slowly regained her health, becoming even more beautiful than she had been in the past. Though, the fact her organs were no longer hanging out from her torso and her arms were now firmly attached most definitely helped with this.

“… What is it Little White…”

Seeing her master like this, the First White Mother felt a pang in her heart.

“He isn’t dead, he isn’t dead. I don’t know how, but he suddenly appeared on the Immortal Plane. His name just appeared third on the Certification Ranking!”

“What?!”

Abraxus abruptly sat up, strength that seemed impossible for his frail body pouring outward in a torrent. The assault of qi was so abrupt that the First White Mother felt her knees tremble, almost falling to the ground.

She could only grit her teeth and withstand it. She was an Immortal God too, yet her master was actually still so much more powerful than she was. It was no wonder he could end a war of immortals with a word.

Abraxus wasn’t shocked by Dyon’s ranking. He had known that Dyon’s alchemy talent was obscene for a long time. In fact, if he was surprised about anything related to that list, it was the fact he wasn’t first. He was certain that had Dyon known the list existed, there was no way he would settle for anything other than first.

Unfortunately, the young man knew too little about the Immortal Plane. He had even called himself the youngest Venerable, which was obviously not true both historically and currently. It was just that those of his current bubble world were too close to the fringe of the world to know to correct him.

What Abraxus was shocked about was the fact Dyon had lived.

Much like after Dyon’s battle during the world tournament when Zabia almost killed him, Abraxus sensed the epistemic key separate from Dyon. So, he had thought Dyon actually died. Such a thing left him in a depressive state for the last 60 years, he had even been wishing his old body would give out already so he could cross over to the other side.

But, hearing that Dyon was actually here on the Immortal Plane, he was elated beyond belief. He smiled so brightly that the world seemed to smile along with him. He was truly an adorable old man.

“What should we do, master?”

After calming down, Abraxus sat back down, regaining his ‘frail’ appearance.

“Ah, whatever, let the youths do as they please.”

“But he’ll become a target now. There is no way they’ll allow a mortal to hold such a spotlight.”

A baleful aura erupted from Abraxus causing the First White Mother to have no means of breathing. She felt that her life could end at any moment.

“They know not to touch one of my own. As for those weaker stragglers…” The baleful aura dissipated with Abraxus’ light smile. “… Dyon can give them a headache on his own.”

First White Mother blinked, finally able to breathe. She hadn’t seen her master have such confidence in anyone since…