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Book 8: Chapter 216: Pride (3)

Dyon’s body melded with the wind. He rarely placed much emphasis on his movement techniques, especially after his spatial qi got such an abrupt boost, but one would be surprised to find out that he wasn’t actually using a movement technique at all as he snaked through the thick, red forest.

His power wasn’t the only thing that improved over the past year, his understanding of the Ancient Battlefield did as well. One such aspect was related to his wills… When he learned that they could be used in such a way, he realized that his understanding of wills was too shallow. But, this could only be expected considering he artificially boosted his comprehension by exchanging his life.

The map Orcus drew was several trillion years old and was only accurate for the Ancient Battlefield’s second opening, but luckily, a sturdy space like the Ancient Battlefield didn’t change very much over time.

Though, this wasn’t to say that no changes occurred at all. After all, Energy Surges were still massive catastrophic events that could change an entire landscape. But, they didn’t drastically hinder Dyon’s ability to read the map, mostly because Energy Surge activity was incredibly rare on the outer edges of the battlefield and only increased in frequency toward the center.

Dyon wondered how Orcus received such a detailed map of the battlefield, but he had no time to wonder about it. Plus, t was completely useless for the positions of Clans and Tribes. Though, when it came to natural landmarks and mapping the sheer size of the battlefield, it did an excellent job.

Imagine the Ancient Battlefield as a massive floating disk. A large portion of the center of the disk was untouchable, as much as 70% of the battlefield was inaccessible to humans. There were large concentrations of impossible to defeat beasts that took up the center of this land.

The human population was located in the remaining outer ring, taking up about 20% of the land while the remaining 10% were taking up by untouchable mountain ranges and water sources, that, once again, had powerful beasts.

Currently, Dyon’s 13 conquered Regions were located to the far southern edge of the battlefield and maybe by fate, the tombs of the Pride Clan were relatively close compared to how far away they could have been.

However, as one of the most powerful Failed Clans to have existed, the Pride Clan was incredibly close to the edge of that 70% untouchable territory. So close in fact that Dyon took into account the possibility that their lands could now be a part of that untouchable territory with the passing of so much time.

Though this was bad news, there was good news, though. The Pride Clan was no more. Even in Orcus’ time, they had already been eradicated. This might have been due to their dangerous location on the Ancient Battlefield, or it might have been because the Pride Clan descended in an attempt to reclaim their place on the Mortal Plane but failed.

Well… Maybe they didn’t completely fail. Considering portions of the Seven Sinful Clans still survived with the Gluttony Clan, they may have succeeded in part, but not wholly.

Dyon cut through the territory of the Clans the tribesmen lost so much to. With the range of his divine sense, it was easy to avoid human contact. But, he couldn’t help but be shocked by some of the Clans he saw even though he had already seen them once before. Some of them were even legends still told by his mortal world people.

He saw knights that reminded him of the Grand Templar Sect. He saw monks. He saw individuals following customs that he imagined could have only been common during Greek and Roman times. He saw large, bearded men who guffawed with the candor of Norse legends. He saw beautiful women with transparent wings and short grey skinned men. He half expected that if he dove into the water sources he avoided so adamantly, he’d find mermaids and mermen too.

It felt as though he had stepped into fantasy world where all the mystical creatures and humans of his dreams had become reality.

Realizing this, Dyon couldn’t help but wonder. Why were there so many fantastical things here, but none in the outer edges he had conquered? Other than being slightly taller and more tanned than normal humans, there was nothing special or unique about those on the outside. Dyon was… incredibly curious about this. He felt he had latched onto another secret of the Ancient Battlefield.

Unfortunately, he didn’t have the time to think about it.

He rapidly approached the boarder the regions so many humans didn’t dare to approach. What truly shook those who saw this place was that it was nothing but endless flat land. Or rather, it was a no man’s land that spanned hundreds of kilometers before breaking into mountains so tall that the ones Dyon had seen before were nothing but jokes.

To normal individuals, it was suicide to cross such a land without any cover, but Dyon didn’t hesitate.

His knife true weapon will shrouded himself as he stepped into the void, rapidly crossing the dangerous region in the blink of an eye.

An oppressive aura suddenly crashed down upon Dyon.

With his divine sense, he knew well that it wasn’t a beast, but rather this place itself. If he thought the gravity of the wyvern’s mountain range was serious before, this was ten times more so.

Dyon gritted his teeth. His weight was already a massive problem in this world, so gravity making it worse was definitely not something he could handle lightly.

But, the tomb was right before him. He had no intention of turning back.