Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

Dyon walked over to help Donari up, sighing inwardly. Although the Unseen Peak core teachings weren't enough to make him envious, he was lamenting something else entirely.

After the Celestial Deer Sect was attacked, its library was ransacked and its core teachings were stolen. After all, if the devil path's Eclipse sect was founded on core teachings that surpassed the divine grade, how could the former number one sect not also have had such caliber of teachings?

Unfortunately, they were all now gone. Even worse, Dyon's master's memories didn't have such teachings within it. As for the reason why, Dyon's master was the guardian beast of their sect, while the core teachings were meant for humans. Why would she have knowledge of them? Unlike Dyon's little brother, Zaire, Dyon's master didn't follow both the beast and human path, she only followed the beast path.

The good news was that this wasn't the case for all of their core teachings. Being a soul centric sect, Dyon's master had thoroughly learned the core teachings related to array alchemy theory.

This truth made Dyon wonder though. His current Soul cultivation technique, Soul Rend, was already a peak divine level technique. Could it be that his celestial deer sect had an even better one?

That idea was truly mind boggling. Dyon's soul cultivation was already going at break-neck speed, even his wives who didn't have good soul talent were cultivating at inconceivable speeds. Of course, that was also due to Dyon dual cultivating with them, but dual cultivation alone couldn't account for everything.

That aside, as much as Dyon wanted to know what happened to his sect's core teachings, he didn't even know where to start looking for them, so he could only leave it be. At least for now, divine level techniques were more than enough to keep him occupied. He wouldn't reach a bottle neck in their cultivation for a good long while.

Donari took Dyon's hand and stood up. Although fighting intent was still brimming in his eyes, he calmed himself.

He usually found it very difficult to control his killing intent, but for some reason he could do so easily in front of Dyon. This wasn't an effect even peak celestials had had on him, so he found it hard to believe a 32-year-old could do this to him.

However, he didn't have time to think about it. Immediately after their bout ended, the crowd was already anticipating the battle between Olaf and Virvor.

For obvious reasons, the meaning behind this battle was much deeper. Although Dyon was technically a commoner himself, the crowd had no idea. To them, he was born of the Jafari family and thus had status equal to Donari and his elder brother.

However, Virvor was a true commoner. In fact, he was an orphan.

From a very young age, he had been alone, having lost his family to the flames of war. Considering he was 170 or so years old, this war was obviously not the same one that drove the Jafari family away, but rather one of the many wars the populace of Planet Cathedral completely ignored.

Although Cathedral Universe was completely tranquil, there were still a whole 99 other universes that those who lived here seemed to never think about. In those universes, there was nothing but a overflowing violent that engulfed the lives of all those who were there.

Because The Cathedral completely ignored the plights of those people, it had become a hotbed for bandits and wannabe overlords. There was no shortage of individuals who wanted to rule over those lands and become the kings of what Virvor saw as nothing more than a pile of garbage.

It was no surprise, then, that Virvor had a disdain for the safe and noble life those of the fortunate lived in this universe. However, he didn't dare to show any dissatisfaction because he understood that he would be hunted down if those here came to know that he wasn't from Cathedral Universe.

Virvor had risked everything to sneak his way into this universe and gain a new lease on life, he wasn't about to lose that opportunity just for some petty revenge on an existence he had no chance against. But, that didn't mean he didn't have a brewing anger within him, waiting to be unleashed.

Unfortunately, he also understood his limits. Because he wasn't born in this universe, he was suppressed by being here as well. Although universal suppression wasn't as overbearing as quadrant level suppression, it wasn't to be ignored either.

Facing off against Olaf, Virvor calmed himself. Although the Caedes family was among the organizations he hated the most, along with The Cathedral and The Jafari family, he knew he couldn't afford to lose his temper here.

If he fought, he wouldn't be able to control himself, and if he revealed his true cultivation, it would become easy to investigate that he was being suppressed. If that happened, his ending wouldn't be good.

However, he wasn't discouraged. Although he hated Dyon, his words had inspired him as well. After earning a spot with Soul Rending peak and becoming an Inner Disciple, he would leave for the tower and temper himself there. If there came a day where he became truly powerful, he would lift this quadrant up from the dregs and forge a path for all the people less fortunate than himself.

So, before the judge could say a word, Virvor cupped his fists and bowed. "I concede."

Under the stunned gazes of everyone, he turned and stepped off of the platform.

Olaf sneered. "It's good that a commoner knows his place."

Virvor froze on his way off the stage, trembling. His fists clenched so tightly that the knuckles of his tanned skin turned completely white before a dark red color began to drip down the cracks of his fingers.

The crowd didn't dare to make a sound. By all rights, after Virvor conceded, the match should be over. However, the judge had still not said a single word, as though he was waiting to see if Virvor was truly willing to take this slap to the face.

In truth, there was nothing particularly wrong with what the judge was doing. In fact, if you spun it properly, it could be seen as him favoring Virvor by giving him a chance to retract his statement. But, the reality was very different.

All of the judges present were too lacking in talent to make it into Soul Rending Peak by normal means, which was why their status was so low. So, how did they don the golden robes of a disciple? It was simple, they were of noble birth and thus took advantage of the biased and corrupt system to receive letters of recommendation to enter the sect.

It couldn't be said that all nobles were terrible people, that would be ridiculous. But, expecting those with such poor prospects in cultivation to not be bitter and resentful of the world was asking for too much.

The day of the assessment were the only days these judges felt that they wielded any real power, and they were apt to use it. If they could force Virvor into an embarrassing situation, they'd do it.

However, things wouldn't go as planned.

"If you want to step off the stage, are you really going to let a word from a clown stop you?" Dyon's voice wasn't very loud, but in an arena constructed for sound reverberation, it didn't need to be for everyone to hear his words.

Virvor's jaw clenched. Although Dyon's words were right, he didn't feel like Dyon was on his side either, so his immediate instinct was to lash out.

"What would you know?!"

"About your life? Next to nothing. But, I know plenty about my own." Dyon replied simply.

This response only made Virvor angrier. "Who doesn't know about your life? Another pampered member of the Jafari family and you deem to give me advice?"

"I don't deem to do anything. But, the difference between me and you is that I don't make assumptions about another's circumstances, I only try to understand them.

"My family was forced to flee to a much stronger quadrant, what kind of noble existence do you think I have? Even if my family retained its prowess, I've already told you that my mother was a commoner, do you believe that this would receive good treatment in a noble family?

"I don't deem to say that my circumstances are worse than yours, but it would be smarter to not assume things about me.

"My words were simple. If you have something you want to do, do you really need to bother changing your mind because of the words of someone unimportant to your goal?"