Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

The moment Dyon took the first strike from the hooded avatar, Clara's heart seized. Uncaring for the situation around her, she surged forward.

Despite the fact she was only a saint, Clara's Wind Spirit Constitution made her among the fastest individuals in her realm. Her body was as light as a feather, and the delicate illusory wings that spread from her back boosted her speed to inconceivable levels only a celestial could match.

She covered hundreds of miles in mere seconds, coming into the sights of Head Void in just a few moments. The geniuses of the Mortal Clan didn't have time to stop Clara, and even if they did, could they have?

They were all aware that that valiant warrior in the distance was Dyon… They all knew that he was their big sister's husband…

Over the past few months, they had grown incredibly close with Clara. Although her personality was cold and her words were often harsh, she had an adorable air to her that irrevocably attracted people to her. It hurt them to see her face distort in such a way.

Across the field of spectators standing in the air, many stood completely stunned. Was this really how it would end?

Bai Qiangda and Bai Meiying were just as stunned. Meiying had quite literally just been bragging to her father about how fierce her brother-in-law was, yet everything happened so fast.

Qiangda had long since accepted that Dyon was more powerful than he was already, but even he couldn't help but feel a bitter taste welling up in his mouth seeing him fall like this.

In the distance, Head Void looked stunned and confused. According to the rules of a tribulation, if there was interference, the only path to survival was to pass. If the one who triggered the tribulation couldn't do so, then those who interfered were doomed to die. So, why the hell was he still alive.

As he was distracted, he noticed a streak of white blazing toward him at impressive speeds. It seemed incredibly slow to him, especially after so many months of fighting avatars that were more aptly classified as monsters, but he had to admit that such speed was impressive for a saint.

'Wind Spirit Body?' Head Void's eyes flashed, but he immediately grunted in pain as injuries he had been suppressing flared. It seemed that the moment he relaxed, his energy seemed to be flying from him.

The worst part was that his soul was severely damaged, even worse than Lilith's had been. When Lilith's soul was injured, her 7th level intents lost their power to seal space and that was a relatively minor soul injury. One could only imagine how devastating Head Void's was… His soul fell from the celestial to essence gathering realm! If it wasn't for the special properties of enigmatic energy, he'd be bedridden.

As a dao formation expert, his life force was tenacious, but even he had limits. Seeing his own state and the fact he had somehow survived, anger he had buried for months surged. Even worse, he suddenly realized that with Dyon's death also came the death of his grandson, Aki!

His eyes reddened, once more training on Clara who was diving toward the ocean, it was as though she didn't have eyes for him at all.

'Wind Spirit body… A Heaven Grade Constitution? Sprite females are very… Useful.' Head Void sneered. 'You seem very concerned about that bastard who put me in this situation.'

Head Void's body flashed, appearing before Clara in an instant. Even at less than 10% of his full strength, a dao formation expert was still a dao formation expert… The power gap between a peak celestial and a dao formation expert was ten times at worst… Simply put, even a peak celestial would have to turn tail and run if this injured Head Void turned his mind toward them!

Within Clara's Mind's Eye, Princess of the Skies and Princess of Strategy had been yelling at Clara to pull back, sensing Head Void's shift in attention, but Clara had completely ignored them. The only thing in her eyes were the dark ocean waters below.

Clara's body came to an abrupt halt, hovering just three meters from Head Void… But, such a distance was as good as nothing to even a saint, let alone a dao formation expert.

"Get out of my way." Clara grit her teeth. Although she didn't know what happened, she was certain that this person was the reason Dyon's tribulation was so fierce. Judging by the injured tails swinging to his back, she didn't need much to understand what happened. She didn't understand how the kitsune found this place, but none of that mattered now.

Head Void didn't answer. Clearly the fear he had had disappeared into the wind. Despite being covered in wounds from head to toe, even having grotesque bone-deep gashes making their presence known to the world, he once more carried the air of an expert.

"Judging by your reaction, you seem close to him, hm?"

Clara grey eyes froze over. The wind around her responded to her emotions, making her body flicker into and out of existence as the once cold, salty air also became sharp.

Under normal conditions, this wouldn't even be enough to make Head Void blink, but the sharp and salty wind against his open wounds felt like pouring alcohol onto a severe burn.

Head Void frowned before sneering. "Good. I had planned to kill you to relieve some of my frustration, but it seems making you into a toy and watching you suffer would be far better."

In the distance, the faces of those watching contorted. Was this really the demeanor someone so powerful should have?

It was at that moment that a massive hand appeared from within a void, grasping onto Head Void's head as though it was nothing more than a toy.

An ancient temple manifested in the air, shattering an array wrapped around it to sprinkle golden motes of light onto the dark ocean surface. In the next instant, Head Void felt a crushing pressure descend onto his already severely injured soul.

"You dare have thoughts toward my wife?" A layered voice akin to the rumbling of an awakened volcano shook the world as Clara's eyes brightened. "I had planned on making you into a toy and watching you suffer… But I would feel far better killing you!"

The weight that had involuntarily appeared in the hearts of those spectating disappeared.

A majesty only capable of emanating from an Emperor stifled the world as the Universe resonated with his will.