Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

Sir Merek and Sir Tybalt's hearts palpitated in fear as Dyon disappeared over the grass plains.

An essence gatherer? Killing a celestial? In a single strike?

Their 74th quadrant had less than 300 celestials total, and less than 70 third grade celestials on the level of Sir Ulric. To the Cathedral Universe, this number was completely overwhelming considering they had less than 20 total celestials. But, compared to the larger quadrants where celestials were as numerous as the stars in the sky, this number was absolutely pitiful.

Yet, one of the top 100 strongest cultivators they had had died just like that… A single rise of the sword and a single strike…

It was at that point that they understood that Dyon was merciful. If he wanted, killing them all would have been as easy as flipping over a hand.

What had Percival done to provoke this young man?

Just as the two remaining first tier Dukes were lost in a thought, a steady stream of individuals started to trickle inward, causing them to frown with displeasure. This was their Grand Templar Sect, it wasn't a spectating arena. What did these fools think this was?

But, sensing the auras of those who had dared to come in made the Dukes hesitate to take action to stop them.

"Haha, brothers. We've just come to lend a hand to your Grand Templar Sect. Consider this a thank you for your hospitality!" A celestial of an unknown quadrant laughed amiably with a sly look in his eye. Sir Ulric's corpse was definitely not missed by him, nor were the dragon tailed lions that hovered in the skies.

'To think that the 74th quadrant would have such fierce beasts hidden away like this.' Many of the spectators thought silently.

In the end, the Dukes could only grit their teeth and accept the shameless reasoning of the celestial. It was clear that these events would lead to a fierce trickle down… What the future held was completely unknown…

By now, Dyon had already made it to the second inner gates, leading directly into the territory of the second tier Dukes. However, the fate of this gate was no different from the fate of the previous gate.

As for the spectators and the gathered armies of the Grand Templar Sect? They followed behind the trail of destruction.

It wasn't hard to find where Dyon had been. Sometimes it was marked by raging black flames, other times by sword scars so deep that its depths couldn't be measured, other times it was trembling beasts and armies that didn't dare to move even after he was long gone.

A single man walked through a prestigious sect as though it was his own back yard, gliding through their ranks as easily as breathing, slaughtering without a second thought and imposing his will without restraint.

The spectators watched on silently, not daring to overstep their bounds too far. Unlike Dyon, they didn't have the courage to provoke a sect this large alone. It was clear that the foundation of the 74th quadrant was deeper than the other quadrants knew…

At first they had assumed that it was more than one person who attacked. Yet, the more evidence they saw, the more and more convinced they became that it was actually just a single person!

Some of the more powerful spectators tried to probe the Dukes about just who this man or woman was. But Sir Merek and Sir Tybalt didn't speak a single word.

On one hand, they were disgusted by the actions of these so-called spectators, while on the other, they didn't know if it was the right move. Something was telling them that this secret was more valuable as a secret.

In reality, they were correct. If the right people came to know that Dyon attacked this sect, many of his plans would crumble. This was especially so if they connected his actions to the 98th quadrant, something that was all but guaranteed.

The consequences of such a thing didn't need to be explained… Yet, Dyon had completely lost his sense of rationality. No… It was more accurate to say that he simply didn't care about planning for the future. The only thing that mattered to him was finding the answer to his question.

Unfortunately, the dye was cast. Even if Sir Merek and Sir Tybalt held their words for now, the happenings of today would soon become headliner news. Afterward, it wouldn't be long before Dyon's home and Soul Rend Quadrant became the focal point of the very enemies that once destroyed them… It was impossible for those enemies to ignore the birth of a True God to the Celestial Deer Sect…

Still, the crowd followed Dyon's trail of destruction, through the first tier, into the second, and past the third.

By the time they caught up with the faint shadow of Dyon in the distance, he had already reached the very center of the Grand Templar Sect. However, this time, the caliber of enemy he faced was on a completely differently level, so much so that the spectators suddenly felt the urge to run…. This kind of lineup… What if they decided to kill them all to keep their secrets?...

Before Dyon, an army of almost half a million saints stood on the walls of the core sect. Unlike the outer most walls made of master level ores, the ores of the core sect were actually of the peak grandmaster level! Only a smidgen away from the Spiritual rank.

Every warrior wore armor of shining silver with two handed broad swords to their sides. Each squadron of ten thousand was led by one red armored celestial, totalling nearly 50 celestial commanders!

In the sky, two golden armored Kings stood, staring down at Dyon's approaching figure with a hint of surprise that was completely overwhelmed by their arrogance.

Behind these two Kings stood what looked like a legion of otherworldly beauties, each exuding a pure yin that made the hearts of men palpitate with desire.

Maybe if this was all, it would be acceptable. But, it wasn't…

Almost one hundred dragon tailed lions soared in the skies. The difference was that their scales weren't silver, but were gold! And their cultivation wasn't of the peak saint layer, but were rather of the celestial realm! To make matters more astonishing, they were no longer high earth grade beasts, but were actually peak earth grade beasts only a breath away from the heaven realm!

Five hundred thousand saints…. Fifty-two celestial warriors… One hundred celestial beasts… All waiting for a single youth of the essence gathering realm…

Dyon's momentum was overwhelming. He looked like a messenger of the gods, descended to bring down judgement upon the world.

His War God armor glistened with bright whites and royal blues, coating his body and wings beautifully and seamlessly.

His features were chiseled and the absolute pinnacle of perfection, regardless of the dull look in his eyes.

Even facing more than half a million enemies, his steps didn't waver… It was as though he was made for the battlefield, or, rather, that the battlefield was made for him.

The hearts of the dozens of beauties standing behind the two kings palpitated at his image. These women were none other than Percival's daughters, each of whom had extreme yin constitutions. Although this wasn't a labeled constitution, per se, each had bodies on the precipice of the earth grade and had relatively high affinities for yin related techniques and wills.

However, because of their extreme yin, they were doomed to always seek their extreme yang, making them more susceptible to the male image in comparison to other powerful women.

Because of the Nine Yang Cloud aphrodisiac, the yang pressure Dyon gave off was far denser than even dao formation experts who specialized in the yang path. To these Valore princesses, he was like a drug being dangled in front of their faces, or a morsel of meat wafting its fragrances toward their delicate noses.

Their breathing quickened as their cheeks visibly reddened. Many of them squeezed their thigh together tightly, rubbing their slender legs together as they tried to calm their urges.

Percival immediately sensed this change in his daughters. As a meditator of extreme yang techniques, he was not only sensitive to pure yins, but also pure yang. It was because of this that he was able to find the cultivation resources he needed to continue practicing his technique.

The moment Dyon appeared, he sensed a yang far purer than his own which already ticked him off. But, seeing his daughters act like this, he was further angered.

His daughters were actually here to bolster his own power as they could form an array between themselves to strengthen him. But, if they were distracted like this, the array wouldn't be as effective as it should be.

To make matters worse, while he was focusing on Dyon, he noticed a crowd of approaching spectators and armies. The most embarrassing thing was that it was clear that these armies hadn't fought Dyon, but simply let him through. The fear in their eyes when they looked at this young man was unmistakable.

Percival's temper flared, something that was happening more and more often now that his yang was reaching an extreme. However, Bors reached out and grasped his shoulder.

"It's better that they didn't fight or else our fighting prowess would take a hit. Plus, you know we can't allow these spectators to leave freely or else all of our planning will mean nothing. I'll order them to block off all exit routes and kill two birds with a single stone."