Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

Dyon's body lengthened, his skin paling. Moments later, his hair turned a pale shade of gray that appeared to be a blemishless white.

A deep, dark fog wafted around him as his features grew sharper and more handsome. His appearance was sinister, like a creature of the night, but his allure was unmistakeable, the kind that could grasp the heart of a woman with a single glance.

"God Heir, retreat!" One of the scions roared, trying to force his way through the endless rain of swords.

The truth was that God Goldeen, even as a mere higher celestial, was equal in power to the four scions. This was how large the difference between Orders was. He could fight them as 7th order peak celestials simply because he was of the 8th order.

Even while Dyon was pushing him back, although he grew angry, he never panicked. He had barely used 30% of his strength, hoping to use the Flame Sprite to end things quickly. Instead, he protected his own life, not taking any damage that was too severe while being cautious. This was his nature.

However, for the first time, Christian III felt an overwhelming danger consume him. If Dyon fought him like this, he'd have to bring out his full strength, and even then, he'd only have a 50% chance of winning!

'He's a mere Saint! This is ridiculous!'

Unfortunately, this God Goldeen didn't understand that Dyon wasn't a mere saint… He was a Saint of the 18th Order! If the difference between just one order was so vast, what was the difference between 10 of them?!

The halberd in Dyon's hand began to shake violently. A blinding flash of light tore through the air, coming from his weapon's pagoda and flying into Dyon's hand.

In that moment, the once grey halberd became a deep, night black. Its ax-like blades morphed, changing shape under incredible amounts of pressure to become a long, curved edge. Its spearhead disappeared, following the lead of the ax blades to lengthen the curved edge even further.

The pressure of a half-step supreme grade weapon suddenly became fiercer. If before the feeling was faint, it was now too real to ignore. It was completely incomparable to before!

When Dyon spent time meditating upon his manifestations, the weapon's pagoda was obviously among them. All this time, he had used its projections as weapons themselves, but he learned that this wasn't the proper way!

The truth of his weapon's pagoda was its ability to perfectly capture the inner essence of a weapon. Much like sprites, it needed a vessel to display its true power, without one, it was barely a tenth as effective as it should be.

If Dyon had realized this long ago, he would have understood that he didn't understand the true essence of weapons and would have found the Path to True Weapon Wills long ago.

As for the vessel that was most effective… Wouldn't Dwarf's Diamond, a substance so hard that it couldn't even be properly worked into a true weapon, be perfect?

Dyon's scythe swung lightly, causing a fierce wind that shattered God Goldeen's momentum.

With a thought, his wings expanded, blooming to four pairs of sleek black. Responding in kind, the 100-meter-wide death half-step dao that floated to Dyon's back pulsated. It seemed like it very much liked Dyon's black wings. Its strength had grown by at least 10%.

"Who are you…?" God Goldeen's features turned serious. The anger and shock washed away, replaced by an eerie calm. In the face of this kind of pressure, any genius who claimed the title of God would use it to temper themselves. Christian III's arrogance befit him as a true genius.

Dyon's eyes glowed with a grey hue. The silver half-step dao behind him sparkled, coating the edge of his blade with an almost imperceptible spatial energy.

It was effortless. Dyon fused scythe qi and spatial qi without a hint of strain, pushing them both to the 9th intent realm. As things stood now, their fusion was only a single step short of a dao.

However, he wasn't finished. In the next instant, the black fog around him accumulated, coating the blade's edge once more.

'A perfect fusion of three wills….' God Goldeen only needed to notice the faint eternity balance that floated just behind Dyon's humanoid manifestation to understand. Dyon somehow had not just one God Constitution, but two! A normal genius, no matter how high their comprehension, would find it impossible to balance three wills, two was the maximum, and even then, it was incredulous. Only someone with the Eternity's Balance Constitution could achieve this wantonly!

Dyon had formed a will no less powerful that a first stage dao…

What Christian III thought was a 50% chance of winning plummeted to 20%. This True God Sacharro was unfathomable. Even if he couldn't hold out this form for long, this was enough to treat peak celestials with impunity. With any True Gods here, he was unmatched.

As God Goldeen expected, Dyon's sword formations began to show more and more openings. If it wasn't for Madeleine and the beast babies, the four scions would have already charged out to help.

In the distance, Little Rain had an adorable strain coating his small face. Much like he had been before, this newly born flame sprite had no form, but it continuously tried to charge out from Little Rain's cage of chains to head toward Dyon. Its focus was entirely focused upon the half-step dao formation of white and black that represented Dyon's veins, it was practically salivating.

It was at this moment that God Goldeen understood that he wouldn't be receiving any help.

A deprecating laughter left his lips. In the face of a genius on Dyon's level, one could only accept reality. He was still to far from a True God.

"Fortunately…" Christian III said, retaining his calm as a brilliant golden armor appeared on his body. "… If you had broken into the celestial realm, I would have no chance … I'll have to thank your extraordinary foundation for holding you back."

In that moment, his aura skyrocketed to the peak celestial realm. He had brought out a supreme grade treasure of the Goldeen Clan!