'I have to reach the Fate Silk Realm.' Dyon clutched his fists.
"Well, it seems like the fun's over. [Heal]."
Dyon spoke this word casually, but the moment this third blessing came into effect, his entire body was enshrouded by white flames. An instant later, it was as though he hadn't battled at all.
Seeing this seen, the two Ancestors shivered in terror. It was only now they remembered… Dyon hadn't used his Faith to heal himself! It wasn't because he couldn't since they obviously had been able to… It was because he hadn't wanted to!
"Though healing with Faith sounds great, it's ultimately an unorthodox method." Dyon said casually. "It will leave lingering problems and influences. You two don't care because you're already old, but I like to think I have a great future ahead for myself. Now…"
Dyon's vajra body suddenly moved.
