Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

However, Dyon knew very well that there were also stable regions of Chaos Universe… Namely, the Demon Sage's Mystical World. Though the 53 years Dyon spent in the wilds weren't recognized by the Heavens, the 25 years he spent under the Demon Sage's tutelage was. As a result, Dyon's age around noted as being around 60 years old instead of around 110 as it should be.

For Chenglei, Dyon wasn't surprised by his improvement. Unlike Dyon who had to enter a bestial mind state in order to survive Chaos Universe, Chenglei was already a beast. There was a reason Chaos Universe fell under the control of the Five Beast Clan Alliance.

But… Lionel was harder to wrap his head around.

Suddenly Dyon's mind quaked, his eyes flashing open. He immediately understood something.

His divine sense bloomed, instantly locking onto the aura he was trying to find.

'That's why.' Dyon's calm gaze unnerved those paying attention to his every reaction. 'Eve, if I recall correctly, she has the Eternity's Balance constitution. In fact, she stole the constitution awakening pill that I prepared for Delia… That's what led to us becoming enemies in the first place.'

Dyon thought back to the first time he experienced the true abilities of Eternity's Balance. He had been facing an Embryonic Infernal Beast of the Saint Grade, and he was about to lose. He was enraged inwardly because he knew that if he simply outsmarted the beast, he would win. But, he had locked his consciousness away for obvious reasons.

It was then that his eyes became a pure pearly white and he saw the world completely differently. For that instant of time… Dyon could not only tell where he needed to attack the beast in order to win, but he could also see the time qi distribution of Chaos Universe to absolute perfection.

Thinking of how he was able to perfectly emulate Ri's elf characteristics by comprehending he Primordial Yin, Dyon suddenly understood what it was about Lionel that made him uncomfortable. If he was correct… His battle prowess and that of his wife were far higher than their cultivation might dictate.

In less than a second, Dyon had dissected the problem that lay before him and understood secrets Chenglei, Lionel and Eve had never spoken to anyone.

Chenglei, who had been laughing uproariously, felt that his grand display was halved in grandeur simply by virtue of Dyon's lack of reaction.

"I'll give you two one more chance." Dyon's voice seemed soft, but the crackling of bones and roars of beasts couldn't seem to overshadow him no matter how hard they tried.

"You've both worked hard to become as powerful as you are now, so I'll give you a path to autonomy. Unfortunately, I'm not in a position to give either of you a warrior's death. After you lose today, you'll become puppets of my Mortal Alliance…"

Dyon wasn't kidding around. Giving up a Black Jade Dragon with a Death God Body? Or potentially two adept wielders of Eternity's Balance? He had no intention of doing either thing.

"… There's no question about that. The only thing to consider is whether you want to become a puppet that can say no sometimes, or do you want to become a puppet that has no will of your own?"

Dyon's words stunned Lionel and Chenglei.

Those emotionless eyes, that condescending tone, that unbridled confidence which even to now they couldn't understand the origin of…

It was the same, infuriating Dyon.

"Brothers!" Chenglei roared. "Lay his army to waste!"

As though they had been waiting for a signal, 36 Black Jade Dragons launched themselves into the sky. The sight was magnificent. No one here had ever seen even one Dragon, but there were now suddenly dozens before them.

Eve silently floated up to reach Lionel's side. Somehow, their auras became far more dangerous…

"My mother…" Eve looked toward Dyon with a flicker of calm anger in her eyes.

Dyon's hand flashed, revealing an array prison that locked away Matriarch Niveus.

"… In eternal hell." He finished her sentence calmly.

There were no more words that needed to be spoken. He had hardly finished before they attacked.

39 dao experts, 37 of which were legendary dragons, surged toward Dyon. But, what they couldn't have expected was that Dyon would suddenly disappear before them. All of their attempts to lock space were completely useless.

Dyon appeared amid the title spirits, a light smile on his face. "Let's get you all out of here."

"Do you think you can just do as you please?!" Emperor Pakal roared, swinging his twin battle axes toward Dyon. He charged through waves of Ragnors, but this time, none of them tried to stop him.

He was a man of great stature, one of the few to earn the title of Asura in the long history of the Pakals. In fact, he was a Peak Dao Expert. It was just unfortunate that despite being a Peak Dao expert, he was of the mere Second Order. Before Dyon, who was of the Eighteenth… He wasn't worth much. The difference between dao cultivation stages was large… But the difference between Orders was even larger!

"It isn't your turn to make so much noise."

Dyon's Presence bloomed, crashing down from the skies and into Emperor Pakal's massive body. In that instead, a lofty figure who had stood for countless years, crashed into the ground as seemingly a result of nothing.

By all rights, Dyon's body should have been too weak to directly effect Emperor Pakal. Yet, the results spoke for themselves. Whatever evolution his Presence had undergone… It was unprecedented.

Why had Dyon chose this battleground instead of using King Universe where he held the advantage of suppression? It was precisely because Faith couldn't be accessed within the Gates. Without his Faith, Emperor Pakal stood not a single chance!

Tapping into his connection with Little Yin once more, Dyon sealed the space around Emperor Pakal, piercing his shoulders and legs with pillars of silver black spatial qi.