Reaper of the Martial World

Book 12: Chapter 8: Incomplete (2)

These matters only took a short time to describe, but it took Dyon another ten years just to lay this proper foundation down.

At the moment, where his and Junior’s bodies once stood, there were only a beautiful mesh of shimmering diamond meridians and blood vessels.

In addition to maximizing their surface area and volume, in the middle, near where Dyon’s belly button would be, there was a deep red ruby-like structure. With a single glance, any expert could tell you that it was a dantian.

Dantians were an existence only Immortals had. However, Dyon had technically had one for a very long time thanks to his Inner World. In fact, his Inner World was far more functionally useful in comparison to a normal dantian.

However, Dyon didn’t simply want to disregard his dantian entirely. Since he was so close to perfecting his mortal body, unlocking his dantian was as easy as breathing.

Still, he wouldn’t do something as useless as using it for his qi. There was simply no point. However… Why not give his dantian over to his blood vessels? Since vital qi was so limited without ability to evolve or come from the atmosphere, this was the best method Dyon could think of to fully maximize its power.

Like this, Dyon gained two dantians. One with his Inner World, and another for his body cultivation!

By this point, Dyon was finally content with this layered foundation and moved onward, starting to build up his skeleton.

The motes of light from Junior’s Death God Body surged building up Dyon’s now deep black bones.

Dyon didn’t want to change much about his new skeleton structure and didn’t particularly care that it was now black. It wouldn’t shine through to the surface regardless. In addition, these bones were already perfected to the pinnacle of the mortal limits of Death God Body.

However, Dyon did want to make a small shift.

Combining his Eternity’s Balance constitution’s ability to equilibrate and his Silver Mirror Constitution’s reflective abilities, Dyon extended his defensive abilities from just his qi.

Now, any strike that managed to land on his body was disperse through his whole skeleton. In addition, it would be reflected back by a certain percentage depending on its power. Like this, the Death God’s skeleton’s defense prowess raised by several folds.

Like this, a skeleton of black, standing at almost 6’10, manifested itself. The beautiful structure of meridians and blood vessels penetrated deeply within it, the rest of the mesh network hanging like a gorgeous work of art from its frame.

The colors of black, red and diamond looked particularly enticing.

With that, yet another 10 years passed.

Dyon then turned his attention to his flesh. Organs were always the most sensitive part of the body. They simply couldn’t be freely turned into diamond or tough flesh as easily both because of their sensitivity and the fact they wouldn’t function properly if their properties were changed too much.

The best body refinement techniques could account for both factors, changing the function of organs such that they wouldn’t miss a step. This was something Dyon now had to consider for himself.

In the end, he decided on a few things.

Firstly, he increased the robustness of his digestive system. From their normal smooth muscles, he replaced them with strong, robust muscles.

[Author Notes: The short of it is that smooth muscles function with conscious action of a person. You can’t tell your digestive system to digest with your mind, for example]

In fact, it wasn’t just his digestive system. Dyon replaced all the smooth muscles in his body with ones he could actively control. For a mortal, this would be a nightmare. However, for Dyon who had such strong soul strength, it increased the efficiency of his body to godly levels.

Now, he could at will control how fast his heart beat and how fast he digested food. Like this, he could not only use them to greater extents when he needed them, but when he didn’t need them, he could completely turn them off, saving his energy from being wasted.

The last thing Dyon did to his organs was apply the very same defensive abilities he gave to his bones, allowing them to disperse attacks with greater ease without becoming injured. Finally, he shifted the place of his organs from their original locations as a minor life saving measure.

With this step complete, having taken 20 years, the beauty of Dyon’s constructing body plummeted. It was hard to see the art now that his organs had been added, but there was no one around to mind as Dyon continued to build his muscle structure.

Taking inspiration from his previous deductions, Dyon already knew what he wanted to do. How much strength would increasing the surface area of his muscles give him?

He wanted to maintain his lean appearance, but he also didn’t want to be too weak either. If his muscles only expanded and exploded with power in the instant he attacked, his strength would be far beyond what it was now.

In addition, with his vital qi dantian now created, he needed muscles far more robust than normal, or else he wouldn’t be able to contain its power.

Fate Silk slowly spun, manifesting from what seemed like thin air to slowly coat Dyon’s skeleton with a healthy reddish-pink color.

The strong filaments even an Immortal Essence expert couldn’t rip apart intertwined with Dyon’s meridians and blood vessels before covering his organs in a layer of impenetrable protection.

It was only in that moment that Dyon suddenly realized that there was no resistance against him reconstructing his eyes… He finally understood that he had broken through.