In sharp contrast to the countless golden silhouettes he faced from the two Ancestors, to his back, there was only one man. One man that took on his very own likeness.
Origin Ancestor Dyon Sacharro!
The two Ancestors trembled. No, it wasn't just them, but rather each and every cultivator in attendance. They realized now just how foolish they had been to believe that Dyon was from some hidden Clan.
Never in the history of the mortal plane had anyone ever built an Emperor Grade Clan in a single lifetime. Even the best needed two, three or even more generations.
However, not only had Dyon done this… But he reached the First Level Planet Grade in a single step!
The three men clashed once more. But it became very obvious very quickly that the new situation was much different than it had been in the past.
The movements of Yadmere and Estein became more fluid, their attacks more potent, variable and enigmatic.
