Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

Even though the twins only named one of the Seven Sinful Clans, wasn't it obvious by the title of the Pride Clan? Everyone knew what the seven deadly sins were: Pride, Greed, Lust, Envy, Gluttony, Wrath and the Sloth. If the Pride Clan was a part of them, it followed suit that so was the Glutton Clan.

As far as Dyon knew, they no longer called themselves the Seven Sinful Clans, but rather used the Seven Dark Sins instead. He didn't know why this difference mattered or why a martial world that seemed intolerant of Devil Path cultivators would allow their root Clan to exist among them either…

"This child was of the main Pride bloodline and highly talented. However, he died an unresigned death far too early. Orcus then found this skull within the ruins of a Pride Clan burial ground within the Ancient Battlefield.

"After countless years, the resentment and deep seeded Pride of the youth birthed a novel phenomenon, forging a new path of death: Nihility."

"Nihility…" Dyon mumbled under his breath. The word simply meant nothingness. An apathy toward all of existence, a pride so bone deep that even the fabric of reality meant nothing to you. For this youth to create such a path even in death…

Dyon took a deep breath. Such a path really made him clear on just why his manifestation shamed his concept of Sovereignty. He claimed to want to rule all paths, but what was his comprehension in the face of this? Could he really claim dominance over such a path?... The one answer he had was absolutely not!

Now Dyon understood how Orcus cut off the connection between the slumbering ancestors and reality. By relying on this skull, he could tap into the path of Nihility and then use it to sever whatever awakening mechanisms they had remaining. Since the ancestors were technique toeing the line of life and death, it made it exceptionally easy to use it on them.

It should be noted that this concept of 'ease' is relative. If Dyon tried to replicate Orcus' deeds, he would die without even a corpse to bury.

Not only was his path too weak in the face of something like this, so was his death intent. Dyon even believed that this was also the case for Orcus. If Orcus hadn't had the Death God Body, he wouldn't be able to withstand the burden of using this treasure.

This experience opened up a whole new world for Dyon. The fact he had found such an otherworldly abyssal core wasn't even at the forefront of his mind. Instead, he felt like he finally understood what it meant to create a true path for one's self.

Dyon lightly clutched the skull head. Within his heart he silently bowed to this child. If he could ever pay the Pride Clan back for this service, he would do so.

Soon, he realized that his hand was quickly corroding even with his added strength and undead body, so he quickly placed it back within the black box Orcus kept it in and tucked it away.

'This also broadens my scope of the martial world… If beasts exist as the representation of paths, it makes sense that there would be representation for the darker side of things as well… Dragons represent Sovereignty, while the other side of their coin is the Pride Clan, representing Pride…'

Truth be told, Dyon wanted to fuse the baby skull into his clone's body as well, however he knew that that would be foolish. This skull would definitely cause what remained of Orcus to be incinerated. If this happened, although Dyon would gain what was left of the talent of the Pride Clan youth, he would lose the Death God constitution. It wasn't worth it.

Instead, he decided to first create his clone using Orcus' skeleton. After he successfully birthed the Death God constitution within himself, he would slowly absorb the skull's essence over time.

Finally putting those thoughts aside, Dyon continued to the second treasure. This time, it was an alchemy cauldron or furnace. It made sense that someone like Orcus would have this within his prized possessions. The question was, what was it about this furnace in particular that was so far and above the others that Dyon had stumbled across in this mystical world already?

The cauldron stood at almost 5 meters tall and was even more exaggeratedly wide. It was deeply black-set, but had swirls of dark gold covering its body. Dyon was certain that it had a shrinking mechanism of some sort, but he had yet to refine it, so he couldn't use this ability.

Usually, soul path treasures like this one would fall over themselves to accept Dyon as their master, but it seemed the mark of a Higher Existence was something even Dyon couldn't ignore. He felt some intimacy with the cauldron, but it still wanted him to put in some effort due to its past glory.

Dyon smiled lightly, his hand reaching forward. With a single touch, the cauldron vibrated happily. It was ecstatic that Dyon hadn't looked down on its pride and instead decided to take a step back despite his talent. This was a master worth having.

It had to be said that this was a cauldron that had birthed Star Grade pills, how could it not have such pride? In fact, it was very close to birthing its own item spirit. Once that happened, it would cross into the 10th supreme grade realm and become a pseudo treasure of the 33 heavens. As of now, it was stuck at the 9th.

The cauldron spun, landing in Dyon's hand like a fluttering butterfly. It was practically weightless.

Dyon's eyebrow raised. 'This cauldron was actually Orcus' main weapon…'

As Dyon looked through the abilities of the cauldron, he came to understand why Orcus treated the others as collateral, but couldn't bear to part with this one, even to the point of hiding it within his throne.

Normal alchemy furnaces might increase success rates, automatically replace the need for some unimportant sub-main ingredients, or supplement one's soul strength. But, Dyon found all of these abilities useless to him. Or, at least they didn't warrant him lugging them around.