Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

For context, asteroids were hundreds of thousands of miles apart, and that was a conservative estimate. Yet, the twins obviously didn’t use any teleportation arrays, but were back within a few hours. Of course, Dyon was shocked.

According to the information the twins brought back, Soul Market was meticulously organized. Of the 22 bases, there were three main divisions decided by both age and value of the soul slaves soul.

4 bases were strictly filled with those younger than the age of 12. They were training facilities, because normally, this age was far too early to sell of a soul.

After this, there was a separation of talent.

6 bases were reserved for those with Lower Foundation stage innate souls. 6 bases were reserved for those with Peak Foundation stage innate souls. As for the remaining 6: 2 were reserved for those with Lower Blossom Stage innate soul, 2 were factories for disposing bodies and smelting them down into pills, while the last were split into one auction house and another station for those Soul Market employed.

Hearing this, Dyon had no choice but to take deep and steady breaths to calm himself. They really were treating these people like livestock!

“Big brother, they plan to auction off all of them in a week. This is a good opportunity, probably the best opportunity.” Little Yin clamored.

Dyon frowned when he heard this, though. An auction meant more variables. If he tried to do something then, there would be powerhouses from many other universes. No. If he wanted to save them, it had to be before the auction.

If he waited, and a whole bunch of dao formation experts showed up, how the hell would he be able to do anything? He’d be lucky to even live, let alone saving millions of soul slaves.

Suddenly Dyon thought of something. The moment he did, he started laughing so hard the cage he was in reverberated with a fierce light.

“Good! If I don’t make you all bleed, my name isn’t Dyon Sacharro!”

**

About three days later, Dyon awoke to banging on his cage.

“Haha! It took me too long to find free time to come here. If I had come too late, wouldn’t missing out on a core disciple be too hurtful?”

An… Interesting sounding man called out, fiddling with what Dyon thought were keys.

In the next moment, Dyon heard something rattle and fall into his cage.

“Put those on, or else I’ll toss your cage into a furnace and still how long you can last.” The voice snickered.

Dyon laughed. “Do you think I’m a fool? If you were allowed to kill me, I’d be dead. Go ahead and toss me in the furnace. We’ll see how your bosses feel.”

“You!” The feminine-like man’s voice was clearly surprised that Dyon still dared to defy him. But, he knew that Dyon was right.

In the end, he sneered. “You Planet Cathedral elitists all think that you’re in the only strong cultivators in our 98th quadrant? Well, let me burst your bubble! There are 99 other universes in this quadrant, fool!”

“Wow, you speak and lose your temper just like woman. I really didn’t know that there were a hundred universes in a quadrant until you informed me, I truly appreciate the information.” Dyon sneered.

The voice laughed in anger. There was little else he hated more than being taken for a woman. He was a man, through in through, yet there was a prisoner disrespecting him like this.

“Haha, to dare anger me like this after spending almost a week in a cage of silver sponge metal. I can’t tell whether you’re brave or just stupid!”

The door of the cage flung open, revealing a scene completely opposite to what Dyon thought.

Before him hovered a massive man with bronzed skin and a bald head. He was more than a head taller than Dyon, standing more than two meters tall.

As for the surroundings, they were even more troubling. Dyon’s “cage” was actually a box of 1 meter in height, width and length. In addition, it was only one amount thousands as far as the eye could see.

The cages were even stacked, one on top of the other, sometimes as much as a hundred or even a thousand. It was like they were dogs shoved into kennels before being arranged to save the most space possible. It was completely sickening.

Dyon was so angered that he ignored the burly man before him, scanning the area from left to right with a dense coldness in his eyes. Although the twins had projected this image to him already, seeing it in person simply hit differently.

“Get out here, dog!” The burly man spoke, but to Dyon’s surprise, he sounded identical to the feminine man from before.

Dyon’s murderous intent leaked outward.

The man, who Dyon assumed was the Brother Dima the other voice spoke of before, took out a rod coursing with electricity before whipping it out toward Dyon.

However, before he could sneer in satisfaction, he realized that his weapon hit nothing but air.

BOOM!

Dima cried out in agony as his head slammed into the back of the cage. He lost control of his electric rod, causing it to scorch himself.

By the time he collected himself enough to look up, shivering in pain, he saw that Dyon was standing in the air looking down on him.

“Enjoy.” Dyon sneered, smashing the cage shut.

…

Dyon landed on the ground, looking up at all of the boxed cages with a complex gaze, but in the end, he decisively left. If he was soft hearted now, it would all be for naught.

Taking out a red plaque, he crushed it immediately. Although it hurt because he knew just how expensive these plaques were, he had no choice.

‘This concealment array will last three days, the auction is in four… Should be just enough…’ With that thought, Dyon sprinted forward with a plan in mind.

Dyon wasn’t worried about being found out. When he spoke to Dima, the reason why he was heard was because Dima had opened up a slot in order to force him to put on energy restricting handcuffs. These handcuffs were what Dima asked Dyon to put on. If that slot hadn’t been opened, Dyon’s voice would have been absorbed by the cage. This was why Dyon wasn’t worried about Dima screaming for help. The best part was that even if Dima had some sort of communication device with him, the cage would absorb the message as well.

Unless someone opened the cage, they would never find out Dyon had left. And considering they hadn’t fed him since he’d been here, they wouldn’t open the slot either. Dyon just had to hope that Dima’s disappearance didn’t raise too many alarms.

“There are a few security measures around the base,” Little Yang reminded, reclining leisurely on Dyon’s shoulder.

Dyon nodded. Normally, he would believe in Clara’s concealment array to ignore these restrictions because when a concealment array reached a high enough level, detection arrays meant nothing before them. However, would a mere 98th quadrant have arrays capable of teleporting people from planet to planet? Or asteroid to asteroid? No. Yet this 98th quadrant did. Why was that so?

If one wanted to teleport within a universe freely, whether that even be from one end to another, a comet level teleportation array was a must. If you wanted to teleport to another universe within a quadrant, a moon level teleportation array was required. If you wanted to teleport freely from quadrant to quadrant, a planet level teleportation array was required.

Of course, the break down of this was slightly more complicated since each of those sub levels had 6 stages, but this was the gist.

This was all to say that in the state this quadrant was in, even teleporting to another planet should have been impossible. The fact that they could meant one of two things: they were either relying on their partners from other quadrants to help them, or these were arrays left over from the era back when this quadrant was once ranked 20th.

Either way, it meant that whatever detection arrays they had couldn’t be underestimated. Therefore, Dyon relied heavily on the twins since he was practically blind without his soul.