Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

Dyon's eyes constricted into pinholes. This woman actually dared to attack him? Had she lost her mind?

The attack of a dao expert was truly on another level. Celestials gained the faint ability to control the atmosphere and its qi, but it wasn't until one became a Dao Formation cultivator that these abilities fully bloomed. Let alone teleport away, the area was sealed so tightly that Dyon could hardly move even with the help of his Presence.

What pissed him off the most was that judging by how closely Dyon stood to Ri, there was no doubt that this attack was definitely harm her.

Ri's delicate features trembled with anger when she saw this. She was fully ready to use her own life saving treasures. After all, how could she not have them as the inheritor of the World Tree?

However, Dyon's hand shot outward, grabbing her wrist.

Though his body couldn't keep up with the speed of a dao expert and the only reason he could do this was because Ri was so close, it was beyond obvious that his soul far outdid whatever it was Grand Elder Mist was capable of.

In that moment, a shimmering dome of light appeared before Dyon. If one looked exceptionally closely, it was possible to see a faint silhouette within, dawned in beautiful robes. But, the qi was so dense that the individual was hard to make out.

Grand Elder Mist snorted, thinking whatever it was that Dyon brought out couldn't possibly stop her strike. If Dyon could hear her thoughts, he'd really believe that she had gone mad. Did she really believe that the Elvin Kingdom had no trump card to stop a mere middle dao expert?

BOOM!

A cascading boom of explosive air ricocheted through the island and the beautiful clear oceans around it. However, it became clear in a moment that the reverberations were concentrated in Grand Elder Mist's direction!

The wrinkled face of the old elder changed as she quickly waved her arms to dissipate the force. But, since she was caught off guard, she flew back several kilometers before she finally came to stop. It was only then that she finally recognized what the dome of shimmering light was… It was star qi!

Grand Elder Mist trembled, the layers of loose skin and fat on her cheeks quaking.

What Dyon had used was none other than the Star Robes of Orcus. Not only did they had magnificent life saving abilities – allowing Dyon to block 3 strikes of a middle dao expert and ignore suppression to teleport anywhere in a universe as long as he had ten seconds – it also had the ability to recharge with star grade soul stones and a massive intimidation factor!

One had to remember that Star Robes were usually set to self-destruct after the death of their owner. The only reason Orcus turned this function off was because he had to 'die' to accomplish his goals of remaining in the golden flame mystical world for several trillion years.

This meant that to anyone else, the presence of a Star Robe meant that its owner wasn't too far behind! Even if Grand Elder Mist realized that Dyon only had the robe and not the expert, she'd still be scared out of her wits due to the fact such an expert had given such a thing to Dyon!

It didn't need to be explained that Dyon was completely enraged. Using one more trump card with Jaws meant one less than he could use as Dyon. But, that wasn't the main point. This psychotic Grand Elder actually attacked to kill him!

Was the Grand Elder a complete fool who believed that her Water Mist Sect was completely above reproach to the point of poking a sleeping bear? Of course not! The fact she dared to do this meant that someone in the background had provoked her to.

This wasn't all either.

Who would have called Ri here? How did Ri know that this was happening on her island?

The only person who could have made that call was Jasmine. There was no one else with the ability to contact a disciple in a universe that didn't have the Sapientia Towers except for her. But, the fact that Jasmine had contacted Ri meant that she had run into a problem that she couldn't solve alone!

Who could provoke Grand Elder Mist into believing that the Elvin Kingdom was nothing but chicken fodder? Who could put the prideful Jasmine into such a corner that she called for help? The same woman who was more willing to give herself into evil than give up had actually called for Ri despite knowing this would affect her negotiating position?

There was only one person Dyon could think of: Aritzia Sapientia!

**

Back in Central City, in the tallest building, Aritzia stood on the highest floor, looking down with a faint smile on her face.

'I wonder if he's gotten my little gift yet.' She mused. 'He must be shaking in anger by now.'

Aritzia's light laughter which could bring someone up from the lowest lows somehow sounded incredibly cold today.

'Consider this a lesson. I, Aritzia Sapientia, am not so easy to manipulate. Nor am I a very good loser.'

She faintly glanced at the documents on her desk. Before the Sapientia Network, the Sapientia Clan kept all of their most important documents in special Jades. In fact, they found these Jades so important that they monopolized them. This was why even exceptionally powerful techniques were written on normal pen and paper instead of being stored in a safer form. The Demon Sage's Beast Tomes were no different.

The so-called 'documents' on Aritzia's desk were actually neatly arranged flat and oval green Jades. For the information on them to be stored in such a way, one can imagine just how valuable the information was.

'I've learned quite a few things about your little 99th quadrant in recent days… Let the games begin, hm?'

...

Dyon laughed, his eyes flashing with an unbridled killing intent.

'Good Aritzia. Since you've decided to make an enemy out of me, I'll bury you!'