Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

An uproar shook the very foundation of the Epistemic Tower, causing Abraxus to bitterly smile. A secret he had kept for billions of years was suddenly known to everyone. It really wasn't a good thing to piss off a woman. You'd think he'd know this by now with his trillions of years of life.

"Lady Sacharro, I'm only doing my job. Had that man attacked, I would have stopped him as well. These are the celestial floors. It's meant for youths. Don't believe you or anyone else can do as they please."

Abraxus' voice sounded just as cheerful and lighthearted as it always did, but now, it suddenly carried an all-new weight to it.

This matter seemed simple now, maybe like a small comedic joke. However, just how would the outer quadrants react to knowing the Epistemic Towers they looked down on and felt they didn't need were actually the creations of Transcendents?...

"Hmph." The beauty's imposing aura dissipated as though she was very satisfied with being known as Lady Sacharro. Her aura became loving as she turned toward Dyon's body.

Those listening intently silently confirmed something in their hearts. Since she shared the same last name as Dyon, it was no wonder she doted on him. She was likely his grandmother.

One could only imagine the rage the beauty would feel if she knew that the martial world had decided that her Husband was actually her grandson.

'I can't heal you now.' The beauty spoke quickly. 'I formed this Life Saving Jade for you, but you should know that there are many restrictions. A cultivator can only form a few Life Saving Jades in their lifetimes and can never form two in quick succession.

'Luckily, Higher Existences are far less restricted. But, even for me, I can only form one every few dozen years. If I use the energy remaining to heal you, the Life Saving Jade will shatter and you'll be left without protection.

'This is good for you though. Everyone has knowledge about this, so they'll believe that you don't have any protection remaining, when you actually do.'

Dyon looked up at the beauty silently. 'Evangeline?'

Complex emotional fluctuations emanated from the beauty. 'Don't ask any more questions, my Little Husband. Your body still isn't powerful enough to handle the truth, even with the support of Little Yang and Yin growing stronger.

'We'll be together in time.' Her light smile flooded the lower tier with light before she disappeared into Dyon's body.

Dyon didn't move for a while, staring blankly into the skies. By now, he knew that Abraxus and Evangeline wouldn't have ever allowed him to die. But, it still left a sour aftertaste in his mouth.

A boiling rage was slowly simmering under his calm expression.

He didn't go into a personal, cliched rant about how he needed to grow stronger. That was something he didn't need any reminder about. Every moment of every day of his life was spent working toward that goal. If anything, this was just a blip in his life.

What pissed him off was how firmly entrenched the garbage of the martial world was. He could see it in the eyes of the middle-aged man, he didn't even see Dyon's existence as something fit for his disdain. He treated Dyon's life as something he could take on a whim, as though stepping upon a bug by accident.

That was what thoroughly enraged Dyon.

Dyon slowly circulated his Holy Type energy. Although it was the far weaker essence grade, and he no longer had the Energy Core to store it without limit, he still had it.

Dyon's wounds were slowly healing, his eyes closed as he thought about those final moments against Diasho Ken.

Back then, he had brought out everything. Light Type energy to explosively increase his speed, Titan Emperor's Will to the 3rd stage of the 1st act, he had even been forced to tap into the heaven defying abilities of his crown. He gave his everything, just to defeat a man that was already far weaker than him.

This was why trash was so firmly engrained in the martial world. Time and time again, those unworthy of holding strength were given it in spades.

Dyon couldn't help but think of what those bastards did to his Demon Generals. What if he didn't have a lofty title? What if he wasn't feared as True God Sacharro? What if they didn't falsely believe that he had a massive Clan backing him? Wouldn't they have slaughtered all of them? Wouldn't they have killed his family?

Dyon eyes opened, shining a bloody red as he slowly stood.

He would teach them all a lesson today that they'd never forget.

Dyon slowly stood, ripping what remained of his torn and bloodied white shirt from his body. He winced slightly. With the improvement in his body, essence grade Holy Type energy simply wasn't good enough to bring him back to peak condition. The best it could do was stave off the worst of his injuries.

The backlash he suffered from fighting against the Ancestor Diasho was severe. Even though it was only for a split second before Diasho Ken's "death" cut them off from him, that fraction of a moment was enough to nearly kill Dyon.

In the beginning, Diasho Ken had hardly been able to harm him at all. His wounds were completely superficial. But, as of now, this was no longer the case.

Still, he pushed himself up. It had been a long time since he was brought to his utmost limits. It was about time he trampled upon the expectations of others.

Dyon teleported back to Low Gold City to find three figures waiting for him expressionlessly.

One of them was a valiant man standing half a head taller than Dyon. His golden hair flew even longer than his body, but his eyes were a piercing red-gold. For a moment, Dyon thought that he was a member of the Goldeen Clan. Only they had gold hair and red eyes. But when he saw the ring of gold surrounding this man's red irises, he knew different.

This handsome man was none other than Drathal Aurum.