Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

"No big deal, no big deal." Dyon comforted with a light smile. "Some people just made me aggravate some hidden injuries. They've already paid with their lives." 

Those who heard these words were shocked. Could it be that Dyon had actually entered the battle so severely injured? 

Now that they thought about it… From start to finish, the Fallen hadn't laid a single hand on Dyon. So, how could they be responsible for his injuries? 

Several expressions changed, not knowing how to handle this new information. 

And this little cauldron… Wasn't it a little too… human? It was without a doubt indefinitely close to birthing an artifact spirit! 

"Will you help me refine some pills?" 

The cauldron bobbed, clearly assenting to Dyon's request. 

Dyon took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. If he let his mind become to effected by his injuries, the final result wouldn't be what he needed. 

In an instant, he seemed to completely forget about the outside world. 

When Luna saw Dyon's intention, her brows raised. She knew as well that Dyon's main body hadn't refined pills in a very long time. 

Considering Dyon's intelligence, she believed that he hadn't used alchemy to heal himself because he knew it was outside his capabilities. She would have never guessed that he didn't do so because he simply didn't think of it. 

This really was the world's greatest joke. Dyon could be crowned the mortal plane's best and greatest alchemist this very moment, yet he hadn't thought to use one of his very best talents in aid of himself. 

There was no other explanation for this other than the fact Dyon had truly begun losing himself. His dulling blade was only one facet, who knew how many others there were or would have been had it not been for Little Alauna's actions? 

It was only then that Luna understood how deeply he meant his thanks to his daughter… She had really brought him light where there was only darkness before… 

A playful smile danced across Luna's lovely lips. It was a shame that no one could see it behind her veil. But, the amusement in her glittering opal eyes, swirling in greens, purples and blues, was still quite evident. 

With a wave of her hand, a disheveled and chained Supreme Spiritual appeared. 

He quickly swept his gaze through the surroundings and couldn't help but be shocked. What the hell was he doing here? 

Seeing Dyon's figure meditating silently in the distance, a fire of hatred lit his eyes like torches. However, before he could take action, the seals etched into his chains sent a heart tearing pain through his chest. 

He roared in agitation and nearly fainted, only to finally realize that Luna had been standing above him all this time. 

"I brought you here to enjoy a show, little lord Spiritual. Maybe if you watch closely enough, you'll glean something and have a breakthrough in your alchemy path. Be sure to thank my man afterward. After all, he would be half your master at that point." 

Supreme Spiritual viciously glared toward Luna but snorted in disdain. 

"Big Brother Bowaye, I hear that you disdained alchemy and formation theory and only focused on your battle prowess, right?" 

Little Alauna smiled sweetly. Unlike her mother, she didn't hide her appearance. This sort of soul stirring playfulness could really toy with a man's heart to the end. Even Bowaye who was entirely focused on reaching the pinnacle of martial arts couldn't help but be moved. 

Once he snapped out of his daze, Bowaye, who was still strung up and floating in the air, nodded. 

"My heart only seeks to become the most powerful." 

Alauna's smile grew brighter. "That won't do. When you become my father's disciple, he'll definitely make you take up alchemy. You won't be able to escape." 

Bowaye's expression changed. His heart had already been won over by Dyon's mighty display and he actually didn't have close ties with his now dead former master, Wuwaye. Honestly speaking, all those years ago, Wuwaye had forced him to become his disciple much like Dyon was doing now. His fate was truly tragic. 

Still, Dyon had won him over like Wuwaye never had. However, the idea of being forced to learn alchemy turned his intestines green. 

As a sprite, his affinity toward the soul path was exceptionally high, so even though he never touched the path in any true sense, his soul was still well into the celestial realms. It was just that he had never comprehended comet qi. 

However, he disdained such a path. He had even broken through the normal fetters of the sprite and formed himself a powerful body when those of his kin had weak ones… 

Who knew he would have such a day… He knew it was useless to try and avoid Dyon, this really was an ill fate. 

"Don't be so quick to get down." Alauna grinned. "Watch carefully… My father… Is most definitely unrivaled in the path of alchemy!" 

Dyon's eyes flashed opened, glowing a blinding gold as the momentum of his soul soared. 

"No… In this facet, my Little Alauna is wrong. What this Sacharro is unrivaled in… is the Path of Array Alchemy!" 

Alauna blinked in shock at her father's words. She of course knew that Dyon practiced Array Alchemy, but this was a secret she knew she couldn't recklessly expose. After all, the taboo on Array Alchemy had held strong for so many years. There were definitely sinister and hidden powers with a vested interest in not allowing this path to raise its head once more. 

But, her father had blatantly exposed the truth, causing her heart to palpitate. 

Maybe it was only now Alauna understood just how drastic the change her father had undergone was. 

He would no longer run, he would no longer hide. If one enemy came, he would kill one. If two enemies came, he would kill two. If a God descended, he would kill this God. If a Devil rose up, he would kill this Devil!