Soon, Dyon fell into a state of meditation, keeping his mind on alert in case the bull-bird tried to crawl its way over to where he sat.
A faint smile appeared on Dyon features. Holy type energy was truly too comfortable. He could feel the hidden injuries from his body tempering disappearing with each passing moment. Although this energy was far less pure than what he received from the bull-bird, its recovery abilities were uncanny.
If Dyon had to place a label on this Holy type energy, he would categorize it at the essence level. Yet, it was capable of healing his celestial body! This was how amazing these sorts of energies were. Dyon could only imagine what saint level Holy type energy would feel like. Actually, he didn't need to imagine. That should have been the level the bull-bird's beast dung was at. Dyon could remember that energy healing parts of his body that had erupted into a cloud of blood in an instant!
