Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

For many, the idea of stepping onto the celestial floors is a lifelong dream. With the age capped on the saint floors at just 1000 years old, one could imagine just how few manage to make this dream a reality.

To those like Dyon who had their sights set high, the idea of becoming a celestial was just a shrug worthy affair, even with this age cap taken into account. However, for more than 50% of the tower quadrants, becoming a celestial was all that there was. One might not come across a single dao formation expert until you crossed into the top 60 quadrants, and even then, it would only be one or two.

It wasn't until one reached the top 40 quadrants that dao experts became a bit more commonplace, but how could they not still be rare existence? Plus, with the age cap of the celestial floors being 5000 years old, many of those so-called experts were no longer able to enter the tower at all.

Due to all of these factors, the celestial floors became a watershed for many, where stepping onto its grounds was akin to marking your name in history.

The importance of the celestial floors couldn't be understated. The treasures found on its grounds were the foundation by which clans were built. As such, their competition, in some ways, was even fiercer than what you'd find on the dao floors.

Knowing all of this, it was no wonder why the doors to the celestial floor never tired of spectators. This was only helped by the fact they hung so close to Central City.

Central City was just as bustling as ever. Since the last time Dyon met Ri here after more than 13 years in his trials, he had yet to come back. It wasn't because he hated the place, but he simply didn't have the time.

Because of how successful the opening of the celestial deer corner had been, Central City had honestly taken quite a bit of a hit. In the past, its structures might have clearly outshone Meiying's architecture. But, after constant eras of modification and changes, it had become a normal city that, although was better than most, wasn't good enough to be considered among the best.

Still, there was one attraction that Central City had that Dyon couldn't match. Well, two.

The first was that this was a city that hung in the skies. No matter what Dyon did to his corner, there was a level of beauty to that that he could never match.

The second were the Celestial Doors!

Hanging from the northern face of Central City, seven magnificent doors, each larger than the last, sat in the skies.

With the largest in the center, the doors shrunk in size as one looked outward. These doors were none other than the representation of the seven trial difficulties. Viscount, Earl, Marquise, Duke, King, Emperor, and finally, the central door, God.

"Do you think anything exciting is going to happen today?" A young man asked in anticipation.

His quadrant rank wasn't too bad, ranking in the 40s. Since he had just completed his trials, becoming a Duke, he was highly excited to start involving himself in the Epistemic Tower culture. He thought that the best way to do this was to set a goal for himself, so he immediately came to the Celestial Doors, hoping to catch a glimpse of something special.

"You missed out kid." Someone nearby replied. "Just a few days ago, True God Hydra took his, and a couple years before that, True God Anak took on the God Celestial Door and passed in just ten moves. We haven't seen a display like that since True God Tatsuya from 5 or so years back. Now, of the True Gods, only True God Sacharro remains on the saint floor."

The young man fell to despair. Since he wasn't very talented, it took him over 30 years to finish his Duke trials, so not to mention Dyon, he hadn't even heard of Anak or Falkor before. He was also shocked to see everyone carrying around array tablets that swirled with news and information. It wasn't until he got one for himself that he suddenly caught up with all the stories of the past two decades.

So, though he had never seen their exploits personally, he revered them just like everyone else. If only he had finished his trial a few days earlier, he would have seen something spectacular!

Another individual sighed. "Before, we weaklings would have never been able to get any information on what was happening on the celestial floors, but now with the Sapientia Network, it's almost like we're there. True God Sacharro is falling too far behind, with the faction wars heating up so much, if he doesn't step onto the celestial floors soon, there'll be problems."

Many nodded in agreement. While Falkor and Anak had Clans who already had presence on the celestial floors and could thus do much of the work for them, everyone knew that the natives of the celestial deer quadrant had only just reappeared. Plus, there were numerous reports of the Demon Generals getting beaten back continuously. If it wasn't for the tower rules protecting a quadrant's right to a minimum amount of land, the Demon Generals wouldn't have anything to defend at all.

The celestial floors weren't like the saint floors. The gap between experts was simply too large. Many were skeptical if Dyon could make a difference even if he did appear.

It was at that moment that a Golden Yacht streaked through the skies without any care for Central City's no flying rule.

Those in attendance looked up in awe, their eyes lighting up with excitement.

"True God Sacharro is here!"

Dyon's appearance caused a massive stir. News spread like wildfire, it wasn't long until the Sapientia posted on their own personal forum about his appearance.

For matters that were newsworthy, but not necessarily worth an entire article to themselves, the Sapientia made use of the forum system the second phase implemented, allowing quick snapshots of recent events. It wasn't long before many started rushing toward Central City. By the time Dyon was in range to see the Celestial Doors clearly, the crowd size had tripled.

The golden yacht shrunk in size, disappearing into Dyon's body.