Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God



Dyon looked up to find that Madeleine had already appeared by Delia's side. He could only allow her to fulfill her role as big sister.

"What are you planning?" Meiying floated to Dyon's side, her black hair cascading as her violet eyes twinkled with an intelligent light. But, Dyon could tell that the normally carefree Meiying was just as, if not more angered than he was. While Delia saw Madeleine as a big sister, it was Meiying that was her best friend. They had grown up together at Focus Academy, following Madeleine around. Seeing Delia like this was almost like seeing a reflection of herself going through the same pain.

In Meiying's arms, Junior shifted, his large silver eyes blinking as his gaze met with Little Aiden's.

"Eli and I were prepared for this a long time ago." Dyon's eyes flashed. "As long as Eli is somewhere on this mortal plane, I'll know exactly where he is."

"You placed a tracking array on him?" Meiying's eyes lit up. But, Dyon's response was a shaking of his head.

"I can't underestimate Heaven's Children so blatantly. If I placed a tracking array in him, the likelihood they have someone capable of detecting and eliminating such things is very high."

Up to now, how was it that the Heaven's Children remained safe? How was it that they stole Heaven's Children right from under the noses of powerful Clans and Sects without ever being found? It was obvious to anyone that thought for even a small while that normal measures wouldn't work. Only something drastic would.

However, Dyon wouldn't be able to implement this plan until he fully mastered the Planet Grade and Planet Grade Qi. Until then, all he could do was temper his anger.

"Are you Dyon?"

In that moment, the arrogant voice of a valiant woman caused Dyon to frown. His temper wasn't the best right now and he had just calmed down, he wasn't in the mood to deal with an arrogant annoyance. If he was forced to, he might not be able to hold back.

Dyon turned to see a breathtaking beauty with long cascading hair that seemed to change color with her every moment. She was tall, standing at about 6'2 or 3, but despite her valiant aura and appearance, she wore a violet gown that tempered her true aura with that of a refined princess.

"Who is this?" Dyon glanced at Meiying.

Despite seeing Dyon's peeved expression, Meiying giggled. Now that she knew Dyon had plans to get Eli back, she was in a far better mood.

"She's the only core disciple of Soul Rending Peak, Damaris."

Dyon's brows furrowed even further. As far as he was aware, their entire peak only had one inner disciple, and that was Violet's father Marco. In truth there were actually a second Dyon wasn't aware of yet. When the hell did they get a core disciple? And why was she so annoying?

"Hmph. I'm the Princess of the Aegis Clan, True God Damaris. For me to have joined a Sect with such a weak Master is too embarrassing. You might as well give me the Sect Master position."

In the throne room, there wasn't just Delia, Madeleine, Meiying and the babies, there were also a few Demon Generals who had rushed back to greet Dyon. They all looked toward Dyon, trying to see how he'd respond.

Dyon's features darkened. "Piss off."

Damaris was stunned by Dyon's words. No matter how indelicate her words were, she was still a world-class beauty that didn't lose out to Delia and Madeleine in any way. On top of this, she had a refined draconic aura that made her very tempting for men who took pleasure in conquering head strong women. But, here was a man who didn't waver at the sight of her, nor did he try to coax her.

Damaris had expected that even if Dyon was eager to fight her, he would do so anyway if for nothing else but to conquer her heart by defeating her.

It was clear here just how arrogant Damaris was. If Dyon knew her thoughts, he might become so enraged that he'd directly give her the attack she was seeking. Despite knowing that Amphorae was his wife she still dared to have such thoughts?

"What did you say to me?!" Damaris' surprise gave way to rage. Her violet pink hair billowed behind her as faint crystalline scaled began to creep up along her slender legs and arms.

"That's six months." Dyon suddenly said.

"What?" Damaris entered a confused state of anger.

"One year."

"You…"

"One year and a half."

Dyon's eyes flashed with a golden light, creating a defensive array he allowed Little Aiden to float on. The little guy was so excited to see something so new and weird that he clapped, observing the swirling gold beneath him.

Damaris didn't understand the words Dyon was speaking, but what she did understand was the disdain in his eyes. Disdain? Who had ever dared to look at her in such a way?!

"Two years."

Dyon's hand stretched outward. Suddenly, Damaris felt an overwhelming danger overtake her senses. As a beast, how could her intuition not be sharp? But, it was already too late.

A palm of golden celestial qi appeared in the air.

"[Vortex Seal]." Dyon's clearly impatient voice rang out. He implemented one of the many energy manipulation techniques he mastered with a mere thought.

[Vortex Seal] was an area of effect type energy manipulation technique. Some of these techniques increased the density of qi in order to increase striking power, in fact, Orcus' [Sun God Halo] was one example. But, this one did the direct opposite.

Damaris suddenly felt like her space of command disappeared. The control she felt over her domain as a celestial became nothing more than a toy before Dyon. It was almost as though she was a mortal tossed into a space without oxygen. Not only did she find it difficult to gather up strength, but even controlling her own body seemed impossible.

"[Descending Palm]."

Before Damaris could react, the palm slammed downward. The already cracked Soul Palace grounds shattered even more fiercely.

Meiying could only shake her head. She had put so much effort into renovating the Palace just for this to happen. Wasn't this big brother of hers being too ungrateful?

Damaris was slammed face first into the marbled floor, her delicate appearance becoming ravaged by cuts and bruises, not to mention an obscene amount of crimson blood. Her once valiant demeanor disappeared.