Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

?2044 Fell

How could they have lived so long without knowing their own weaknesses? The Deity Race not only knew about their soul weakness, but they also took measures to stop it… The problem was that their means of stopping powerful souls were completely useless because the methods of the three eyed race were so unorthodox!

"So, how would you like to end this?" Dyon asked casually.

The Deity Race Overlord's gaze flashed with the smallest bit of emotion. For a race like them, this much was enough to prove he was boiling over.

He had no choice but to pay attention to Dyon, but this let his Overlord wife not to mention the rest of the army wreak havoc among them.

Clara's torrent of flame and wind qi melted their metallic bodies. Ri's gorgeous kun peng drowned them in illusions they simply didn't have the soul strength to pull themselves out of. Amphorae's beautiful smile belied the harsh reality of her cruel slaughter, every note of her lyre reaping another dozen lives.

The most powerful of them all, Madeleine, strolling through the battlefield, taking out the most powerful with her godly atmospheric qi control and her deadly flames.

Maybe in their entire lifetimes, the Deity race had never experienced such a one sided battle, even in their own victories.

"You can't mean to just stand there, right?" Dyon asked pitifully. "I was looking forward to battling a two facet Overlord."

"There's no point in battle. We lost the moment this world was separated from the true plane." The Deity Race Overlord replied blandly.

His gaze flickered as he looked toward the three looming snakes who hadn't partook in the battle… Their bone crowned heads stood tall and proud as though they were the rulers of the world.

With the world separated, there was too much they couldn't do.

For one, he couldn't contact the other five Overlords of their race. Secondly, there was no retreat. Thirdly, a 10-kilometer radius may sound like a lot, but even for a celestial, this is an incredibly small span, let alone for Dao Experts and Higher Existences.

In such a confined space, the weaker party had no chance. Not only could they not retreated as stated, they had no ability to maneuver or use guerrilla warfare… All the benefits they should have had due to this being their home field was completely wiped away.

"However, I will still battle you. There is a 1 in 1 000 000 000 000 000 chance for me to enter the three facet Overlord Realm while facing you. This is the only logical path remaining."

Dyon felt a faint admiration for the deity race at this point. Though others might be off put by their lack of emotion, didn't their actions have a core of heroism to them? Even if his logic was kind of odd, it was still respectable.

Unfortunately, this wasn't the 1 in a quadrillion chance the Overlord was looking for.

Though defeating a two facet Overlord was no longer as casual for Dyon, he had no need to put his life on the line either. If it wasn't for him slowly training his Perception, it would have ended much sooner.

...

That day, the Deity Race, the first ranked Clan below the 12 Overlord Clans, fell. It was completely silent and no one understood what happened until it was too late. They were completely wiped from the face of the Ancient Battlefield. However, it wouldn't be until a year later that everyone realized the change…

Of course, Dyon wasn't actually so cruel. When he lost his mind to anger, he had indeed wiped out the centaurs to the last blade of grass, an action that oddly hadn't left a sour taste in his mouth. He didn't fully understand why it was he harbored no guilt… But thinking back, when he took his first life well back in his Focus Academy days… He hadn't felt the normal human visceral reaction either…

Sometimes, Dyon felt like he was a deity looking on from above. Even the so-called Deity Race themselves were below him.

Still, maybe due to some faintly lingering human attachments, he spared much of the Deity Race, sending them back to the mortal plane. Ironically, in this way, he actually fulfilled their dreams by making them a part of his Mortal Empire.

As for the five remaining Deity Race Overlords, Dyon smoked them out one after another. Caught completely unawares, and facing such large numbers, there was truly nothing they could do.

No matter how benevolent Dyon was, he couldn't let those Overlords live. For one, they were useless to him on the mortal plane since they could not exit without being rejected by the Heavens. And second, if he kept them on the Ancient Battlefield, there were too many variables to contend with.

When up against Overlords, Dyon didn't dare claim that his seals were infallible. The best choice was to destroy the root of the problem so that they wouldn't grow dangerous.

Dyon could faintly feel that his demeanor was changing. Even though he never felt much from killing in the past, there was still a faint barrier that remained… one he never crossed. But he suddenly felt that he simply didn't care about this barrier any longer…

It was as though he felt the lives he reaped were owed to him.

**

"Are you certain?"

The opposing part looked on in disdain. "I grew up in the Void Clan, I was their heir and still am their heir. How would I not know about Void Tunnels?"

If Dyon were here, the words 'void tunnel' would ring in his ears fiercely.

Void tunnels were the special ability of Void Kitsune. As the wielders of this supreme law, they were capable of building 'fast lanes' to other universes.

Of course, these void tunnels were mostly a strategic resource used in wars. Not only did they take an obscene amount of time and effort to build, but who would use a void tunnel when they could use a teleportation array? The former still took at least a year to travel through, while the latter was near instantaneous.

Still, the individuals speaking would be even more surprising than the topic itself.