บท 507: Putting Aside

Dyon's blood rolled, agitating and boiling in his anger.

A man tried to do something for the greater good of everyone, and he was rewarded by being stabbed in the back by pathetic cultivators who couldn't hope to beat him on their own. Were these the type of people who transcended? Were these people really worthy of opening a path of cultivation of their own? Was the universe really so unfair?

Dyon made a silent vow to himself. 'If I ever meet those who did this to you… I'll kill them in your stead!'

That said, it made sense that Patriarch Pakal didn't know where such powerful experts had come from. This quadrant had completely forgotten about their Epistemic Tower. Dyon had little doubt that the other quadrants were laughing away while watching the self-destruct.

Dyon couldn't help but remember the motto of Focus Academy… 'Everything by absolute sympathy or absolute strength.'

There was no sympathy here. Dyon needed strength.