Book 10: Chapter 72: Risk (3)

It wasn’t even a second, not even a split second, after entering that Dyon felt his entire body reject him. No… It was more like the world itself was rejecting him, like he was an impure existence that didn’t deserve to live.Just breathing felt as though hot coal was rolling down his throat. His body felt as though numerous ants were gnawing beneath his skin, eroding away his muscles and organs. Even his bones suddenly felt incredibly fragile, as though they would shatter if he didn’t walk gingerly enough.The world itself was dark and heavy. Dyon could already see his destination, just a normal cabin built of surprisingly beautiful black wood, barely a hundred meters in front of him. Yet, that distance that was once nothing more than a blink of an eye to him had suddenly become an insurmountable challenge.It wasn’t just him who was struggling. Little Yin and Yang also had mortal bodies. Thankfully, they were celestial beasts, so their connection to the Heavens was closer, thus allowing the pain to be far more bearable for them, but the truth remained the same.Shockingly enough, even Chenglei was roaring in pain. Somehow, Dyon’s Inner World had been cut off from the Mortal Plane the moment he stepped foot in here. It severed its connection with the Mortal Plane and built a new one with this pseudo Immortal Plane.“Goddammit!” Chenglei roared.“Ha.” Dyon chuckled. “Even a baby could kill me, huh?”Despite the agonizing pain, Dyon sat completely still, his gaze steady as he stared toward the black wood cabin in the distance.He found it funny. Yes… Funny.On the Mortal Plane, they spent their whole lives, working up through the Foundation Stage, charging through the Celestial Stage, the Dao Stage, before eventually coming Higher Existences. After millions of years of toiling, one may finally break that final barrier and transcend… Only to have the strength equivalent to a baby born on the Immortal Plane.It was life’s greatest joke, no?Dyon picked up Little Yin and Yang from his shoulders. Their weight, which had once been as light as a feather even to a mortal with no cultivation, had suddenly become incomparable heavy to him.Still, he delicately stroked their fur, acclimating himself to the pain racking his body.Dyon was used to pain. But, he found this pain to be unbearable.The reason why was simple. The pain he suffered through in the past always made him stronger. No matter what he went through, he could be confident that in the end of it all, he would gain more strength to protect his loved ones.But this pain was different. Dyon could tell it wasn’t making him stronger. In fact, its sole purpose seemed to be to weaken him.This wasn’t just physically either, but mentally. As though it wanted Dyon to know he was inferior.“You have a lot of nerve.” Dyon sneered.He wouldn’t allow anyone in existence to look down on him. Even that someone was the Heavens themselves!“If you keep pissing me off, one day I’ll toss you in a cage!” Dyon glared at seemingly empty space as he struggled to stand, taking his first step forward.He grit his teeth, feeling as though his bones were crumbling beneath him. He found it difficult to communicate with Ancient Battlefield in this place, so changing his weight was almost impossible. This only made his journey forward more difficult.‘Didn’t that old man say the Immortal Plane had its own Ancient Battlefield too? Then why the hell can’t I sense it.’ Dyon brutally cursed his Grand Teacher in his mind.“How do those on the mortal plane live?” Dyon spoke as he began to walk, trying to distract himself.‘Their population isn’t as small as you think.’ Little Yang said slowly, clearly becoming accustomed far more quickly than Dyon. ‘About 20 to 30% of the Immortal Plane are Impures.‘Though this pain is terrible, it still won’t kill you. In fact, the only chance this pain has to kill you is if you cultivate…’Dyon laughed again. It seemed that when the Heavens wanted to play a game of psychological warfare, they were better than anyone else.Imagine being born with a condition that forced you to suffer terrible pain every day. Of course, there was a solution for this pain. Yet, that very solution might very well kill you.Maybe after decades of life, you had already gotten used to that pain. There were many others around you who also experienced that same pain, and they were fine, right…?Dyon was sure that those born with so-called Immortal Bodies probably even concocted medicines to lessen this pain and make life more bearable.So was it worth to risk you life? What was the point?This was the question Dyon was faced with, that very same psychological ailment.Why? Someone might ask…Dyon finally made it to the black wood cabin after days of pained walking, and he finally saw the very technique he risked so much for.Yet, the technique couldn’t be moved. It sat there, on the attic floor of the black wood cabin, bobbing in an orb of light, as though to taunt Dyon.You want to cultivate this technique? Sure… Here you go.Do as you please… As long as you’re willing to risk your life for it…