Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

To his right stood two women, both breathtaking beauties. However, one stood above the other, quite clearly.

The lesser beauty had vibrant green hair, but it seemed to shimmer with an undertone of mystery, as though it could change color at will. Her body was petite, standing at barely 5 feet tall, and her dress was made of leaves that wafted with a pure, natural scent.

The far greater beauty made it so that it was difficult to even look her in the eye, it felt as though one would only be defaming her by doing such a thing.

Her hair almost didn't look like hair at all, instead, they shone like motes of light. The white aura she emitted was blinding or uncomfortable, but rather gentle and inviting.

These two women were both qilins. The petite woman was of the Elemental Qilin Clan, True God Nativus. And the grand beauty was of the Light Qilin Clan, True God Lux!

"And here I thought you would turn tail and run." True God Aurum sneered. His vulgar attitude was nothing like his princely appearance. It really made the heavens sigh.

"I'm not in the mood." Dyon replied blandly. "Either say what you need to say, attack, or piss off."

"It's always the same with you elitist young masters. I wonder how arrogant you would be if you had nothing to rely upon. This is why Dragons and Qilins will always reign over the world!" Drathal growled.

Dyon couldn't be bothered to explain himself. He had had no idea that Evangeline had forged a Life Saving Jade for him before today, nor did he care about Drathal's hypocritical thoughts.

He boldly shunned the Demon Generals from entering the gold danger zones, but why hadn't he done the same with the Star and Five Blade Clans? He supposedly hated them oh so very much, so why didn't he go and flex his prowess to them?

Rahl and Kere looked toward Dyon.

"Remove your ban on my Clan members then we can leave this be." Rahl, True God Lux, spoke, her shimmering lights vibrating softly with her speech.

"No." Dyon responded.

Rahl frowned slightly. "Do you really believe you can defeat us?"

"Yes."

Dyon didn't say anymore words. His body flashed with a blinding light. In that moment, his bare torso became akin to a shimmering gem, as though he was cut from a heavenly jade.

Dyon's hand stretched out to the side, his humanoid manifestation appearing in the air. His Chaos and Purity Flames pulsed to life. For the first time, Dyon unleashed his flames in full force.

A yin-yang half-step dao appeared behind Dyon's outstretched hand. It swirled with raging flames, slowly forming the tip, body, then butt of a 2.5-meter-long spear.

The spear was absolute gorgeous. Forged by the solidification characteristic of Dyon's flames, it alternated in black and white, sometimes flickering with faint sparks, and at other hardening into a domineering weapon.

Dyon's weapon's pagoda pulsed, a ray of light shooting out from within it and burrowing into the spear's body. Suddenly, its aura skyrocketed.

The expressions of the three True Gods turned serious. In the beginning, Dyon's aura was far too weak. But, suddenly, it shot up by twenty times!

As if that wasn't enough, the spear in his hand emanated an aura far more dangerous than any supreme grade weapon they had ever come across. Firstly because those in their generation couldn't perfectly refine a supreme grade weapon, and secondly because of the devastating aura pulsing from Dyon's flames.

Ever since Dyon knew that his weapon pagoda could provide spirit to weapons and that that was the proper use of it, he had been experimenting with what vessels could bring out the most of its power. At first, he believed that Dwarf's Diamond was good enough… But then he remembered that he had the greatest vessel of them all long ago… His flames!

Dyon boldly stood in the air, millions below watching his confrontation as a brilliant crystalline royal blue armor coated his body.

"Come!"

The three True Gods suddenly sensed that something was off.

That arrogant gaze, those piercing words, that indomitable will, could they really be forged by relying on others?

To make matters more layered, think about what it meant to be a Higher Existence. Could it be that Dyon was the only person in the world related to a powerful individual? Technically, the middle-aged man who saved Diasho Ken could be considered his Great Uncle, so why didn't he dote on Diasho Ken the same way the beauty doted on Dyon?

Higher Existences were people who had lived such a long time that they watched as countless generations of promising youths fell one after another. They lost wives, children, lovers, husbands… They had watched as time took away many of the things most dear to them. How could such individuals so easily display feelings of attachment to just anyone?

A top tier dao expert or a Higher Existence might decide to make a move for a descendant, but it wouldn't be out of love or piety, it would only be as an act of completing Karma. They received the protection of their powerful elders when they were young, as such, it was their turn to do so. It was nothing more or less than that.

Yet, Dyon had gained the acknowledgement of a Higher Existence to the point where she threw aside all her pride as a lofty existence to display feelings of anger, rage and love, all for him. How could a genius worthy of such a thing be as simple as they believed?

The three True Gods fell silent until Drathal spoke.

"We'll each fight you one on one. If you win, we'll leave and accept your ban. If we win, we'll be taking over two of the secondary entrances of the pagodas each."

There were two ways to enter the gold danger zones. The first was the easiest. This required entering Low Gold City and teleporting to the inner entrance. This was especially convenient for Clans who co-owned Low Gold City. Not only would their Clan members be able to enter for free, but they could also charge for use of these methods.