Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

God Goldeen's eyes flashed with murderous intent, unable to stop the beating of his heart. He was wondering why Falkor wasn't here, it turned out he left first… He really had underestimated True Gods. The amount of luck attached to them was unimaginable, how could they die here at his whim? He was nothing but a dancing clown.

There was only a one-word difference between his title and theirs, but it was akin to an endless chasm he could never hope to bridge!

Dyon smiled lightly as he quickly circulated Holy Type energy, quickly healing himself. It seemed he wasn't the only one in this generation with trump cards. No wonder they dared to come in without protectors.

With a thought, seven spatial rings appeared in Dyon's hands. Unlike what others thought, he didn't have a massive clan backing him, so how could he let the fortuitous encounters of seven peak celestials go?

Aside from Blythe and Wilder, now only the Golden Crow Disciples remained. Dyon found First Inner Disciple Louis' expression particular interesting. Why did he look like he had just swallowed a dead cat?

"We have to move quickly, before the Flame Sprite is born. I'll leave the inner disciples to you. Me and the beast babies will handle God Goldeen and the peak celestials. They shouldn't last more than a few minutes against you."

Madeleine smiled lightly, her demeanor changing in an instant. In that moment, the suppression this world had tried to levy upon her shattered. The shimmering image of a Goddess riding upon a Phoenix bathed in violet flames appeared behind her.

How could a deity be suppressed?!

Dyon grinned. An irrational part of his mind wanted to bed this wife of his now.

'Later.' A sweet voice entered Dyon's mind, causing his blood to rush. Even without Titan Emperor's Will, he felt twice as powerful.

The husband and wife pair surged forward as one. Madeleine facing the three Golden Crow disciples and the remaining Blythe and Wilder, while Dyon fearlessly careened toward God Goldeen, wings of black appearing to his back.

'Why is the suppression not working on them? I don't understand!' God Goldeen roared in his mind, wanting to blame his Ancestor but not daring to.

But, how could he know that his Ancestor was aggrieved as well? After using tens of millions of years of accumulated power to suppress the beasts for phase one and two, he hardly had any strength left. He had thought that he was still enough to suppress mere celestials, but who would have known that this husband and wife pair were so lofty? Both actually had God Constitutions!

The beast babies bloomed to their full size. In an instant, five oppressive attacks tore through the air.

"You think we'll allow you to do as you please?" God Goldeen's composure settled. He realized that if he wanted to win, he had to remain calm. Since True God Tatsuya had already escaped, killing Dyon had seemingly become an impossibility. But, as long as their ancestor succeeded, no matter how powerful Dyon's Clan was, they would have to think twice!

Dyon laughing expression disappeared. He sunk into a state of absolute focus and confidence. His manifestations bloomed behind him, one after another, exuding the aura of superiority.

In that moment, his weapon's pagoda opened with a blinding light. 108 swords flew outward, each with an overpowering sharpness and air of an Emperor. Each and every one of them was actually a half-step supreme grade weapon!

The shock the Golden Crow Sect disciples felt couldn't be described in just a few words. The only method Sects and Clans of the tower quadrants could use to accumulate a legacy of supreme grade weapons was by relying on their youths to earn them in the tower trials. Unfortunately for them, only True Gods passed with enough merit to earn such lofty rewards, and only a rare few passed with such flying colors as Dyon to take supreme grade treasure for all 5 of his rewards, even gaining a 6th due to being cheated during his 4th trial.

Simply put, great Sects might be able to earn one or two supreme grade treasures every time they birthed a True God. But, over the course of time, due to lack of weapon's master talent, these supreme grade treasures would eventually accumulate damage before becoming useless. Due to this cycle, even the greatest Clans and Sects would only have two or three supreme grade treasures at most, making Spiritual grade treasures the foundation that decided their true strength.

Back when Dyon stole Lilith's supreme grade dome, she had felt heart break due to the fact her Nightmare Palace only had a dozen such treasures, but the tower quadrants were even more pitiful than that!

Now, Dyon took out 108 treasures surpassing the Spiritual grade, only being a step shy of the supreme grade, how could they not nearly faint in shock?

The swords lit the reddened world, the 'SHIIING' sounds of their excitement ringing in the ears of all those present. A brilliant sword formation became to form just as Dyon's body light with a beautiful royal blue armor that seemed crafted of sapphires and crystals.

In that moment, the 100 meter wide imposing image of the weapon's master half-step dao appeared.

The eyes of the Golden Crow disciples shrunk. 'Weapon's Master Will of the 9th will level!'

Dyon gently landed on Biibi's head. They both stood on Linlin's large back as Shere and Sen stood to either side. How could these world's laws stop celestial beasts from flight? They already broke true heavenly rules by flying before reaching the essence gathering realm. Now that they had grown more powerful, the laws of this world could no longer bind them.

Dyon calmly watched as two of Christian III's body guards tried to break off from the group to obstruct Madeleine. It was clear they were aware that their inner disciples were no match for her. But, how could Dyon allow that.

"[108 Heavenly Comets: Streaking Across the Skies]."

The formation of swords moved as one. In that moment, an overwhelming sense of danger consumed the two peak celestials. If they continued on their path, they would die!

God Goldeen watched as his two protectors were forced to retreat, an incredulous expression written on his face. Just what kind of technique was this? And just how powerful was a sword formation with 108 half-step supreme grade swords?!

Shere roared, her beautiful coat of white fur erupting in sparkling blue fire.

The already retreating peak celestials panicked once more. This sort of corrosive fire couldn't be underestimated in the slightest.

Biibi smiled adorably, a staff exuding an ancient aura appearing before her. Her energy skyrocketed, amplifying the circulating of qi within her.

An instant later, a large magic circle etched with crystal will bloomed. At first, it seemed to block Shere's strike, but a moment later it shook with a violent rage, redirecting Shere's flame's toward the dodging peak celestials. In fact, the flames were also accelerated and strengthened!

The two disciples roared. Even when they were called the protectors of God Goldeen, this wasn't an accurate representation of their strength.

The truth was that they were two husband and wife pairs known as the Scions of the Crow and Goldeen Clans respectively. The female Crow and Goldeen disciples each respectively married the males of their counterpart Clans. In the end, while God Goldeen would rule over the Sect as a whole, they would become the Patriarch and Mistress of the Sect's two Pillar Clans.

Knowing this, how could they be weak? All four of them were 7th Order geniuses, truly living up to the status of the 4th ranked quadrant! They were nothing like the pitiful Flaming Lily Sect disciples.

The Crow Scions each struck heavily toward the flames, retreating, but doing so in an elegant manner. It was clear that even if they wanted to go through, they would have to ask Dyon first!

Dyon spread his arms, his aura reaching a new height. The movement of every one of his 108 swords was clear in his mind, he felt as though the world danced in the palm of his hand.

This formation of 108 swords wasn't something Dyon just suddenly found, nor was it something he created himself. While the True Weapon Wills of the other eight core weapons were variable abilities, the True Weapon Will of the Sword was a formation!