1383 Components
Now the question was where would he find some corpses worthy of investing so much in…
Dyon shook his head, deciding to think about that another day.
[Demonic Lore] wasn’t anything special. Although it would cause an uproar if released today, compared to Dyon’s [Inner World: Sanctuary] it was severely lacking. Still, it was an excellent cultivation technique for males who followed Yin type paths. It also contained a great series of energy manipulation techniques.
The final technique was [Death’s Melody]. Reading Orcus’ diary, Dyon couldn’t help but shake his head and laugh.
This Orcus turned out to be quite the lady’s man. In fact, of his half a dozen wives, four were princesses of the Dark Phoenix Clan and two were Devil Path Princesses. This obviously didn’t include his hundreds of concubines, but only those six were worthy of him using this dual cultivation technique with.
Although Dyon was intrigued, he eventually tossed the technique away into a corner of his spatial ring.
This technique was a Lower Divine Grade technique. Its specific purpose was meant to replace the function of a death abyssal core. By placing two lovers in a near death state during their intimate relations, they became very familiar with death’s door.
Usually, doing such a thing was very dangerous. If done alone, it was too easy to make a mistake and never be capable of pulling one’s self out of this state. This had forced many people into a perpetual coma for the remainder of their lives.
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It was a good technique, and Dyon would gladly use it if he could. The unfortunate problem was that none of his wives practiced death will. Plus, even if he was willing to betray them for the sake of power and find himself another suitable partner, the Dark Phoenixes were extinct. This technique was far less effective with a woman not of their species. Even Orcus noted that this technique’s rank would be far higher if one’s partner was of the royal Dark Phoenix for reasons he didn’t explain.
Taking a deep breath, Dyon looked toward Orcus’ skeleton. It oozed a black aura that Dyon found sinister, but still oddly pleasing to the eye.
‘It’s time.’
Dyon took out the materials for forging bodies. Luckily, one of the 20 sets Orcus had set aside was meant to revive himself in the first place, so it was of far higher quality than the other 19. So, Dyon took them out immediately.
There were a few vital components to this this process. The first was Life Blood. This didn’t refer to true blood, but rather a liquid substance filled with enough vitality to match the blood essence of the person you wished to revive. The stronger that person was the more Life Blood of higher quality you would need.
The second component is the Vital Flesh. Once again, this didn’t refer to true flesh, but rather spiritual ingredients that could match the strength of the spirit’s body when it was alive.
The third component was a Runic Vein Master. One needed to lay a map of the veins and meridians of the spirit’s former body. Luckily, both Dyon and Orcus are human, so their maps were identical. The higher cultivation this spirit once had, the greater quality the runic vein and the material it was drawn on needed to be.
The last component was the Spark of Life. This was most definitely the hardest and most expensive ingredient. If it was a clone, it would be enough to use a lesser spark due to the fact the clone could rely on the main body to sustain its existence. But, Dyon didn’t want his clone to have such a flaw. He wanted to make a clone so perfect that even if his main body died, it would live on!
Obviously, Orcus who was reviving his true body prepared the greatest spark of life one could ever ask for: The Sovereign Flame. However, obviously, Dyon couldn’t use this any longer. But… he had other plans.
With a smile, he grunted as he sheered his soul in half. If one was watching as a third party observer, they would be shocked to see that the golden pre-teen boy in Dyon’s mind’s eye split in half, each regressing in age to look about five to seven years old once again.
What Dyon was doing was incredulous. Normally, one would separate more than 5% of their souls away from themselves or else it would become impossible to heal. However, Dyon had the Soul Tome! He wasn’t worried at all. All he could focus on now was the irresistible pain as his divine sense’s range fell from 500 000 km to 250 000 km.
Dyon grit his teeth, withstanding the pain as best he could. Despite the fact his soul was split in perfect halves, it seemed the divine chains that sealed him reacted as though it had long since been prepared for this.
Before Dyon’s eyes, the chains doubled, chaining both halves equally. Yet, Dyon felt that he could still freely move his soul as he pleased… he couldn’t help but wonder just what kind of seal had so much flexibility… it didn’t even feel like a seal at all.
However, Dyon was in too much pain to think about it anymore. Even as a half of his soul slowly exited from his forehead, Dyon brought two fingers to his chest. In the next moment, the first Sovereign Spark was formed.
It floated outward, slowly following Dyon’s lead as he allowed it to enter his still meditating soul.
Dyon wasn’t satisfied with just this. As things stood now, his clone would be too weak.
If others heard Dyon’s words, they would scoff. This clone of Dyon’s, at least the bones, would have the durability of a Higher Existence who specialized in defense. Coupling that with its ability to gain a True Undead body and the idea of it be weak was laughable. However, Dyon still went all out.