Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

"Wait, what just happened?" Someone within the crowd asked in shock.

"What are you losing your mind over?"

"You idiot, don't you understand? The only treasures that can disappear into and fuse with the body are supreme grade ones. But, it's only possible to do this after you've refined it to 100%. How can someone who just became a celestial refine a supreme grade treasure to 100%?!"

These words were like a bomb over the crowd. It took even dao experts hundreds of years to fully refine high level supreme grade treasures, how did Dyon do it?!

The shock was so palpable that they almost didn't notice the domineering lineup Dyon appeared with. However, it only took but a moment for the stifling pressure to force them to silence.

Dyon stood at the helm, his demeanor incredibly relaxed. He wore his usual crisp, blemishless white shirt along with black sweats rolled to his calves. His gait was casual as he strolled through the air, acting as though the several kilometer drop below his bare feet was actually nothing more than a paved carpet.

Directly to his back, 11 valiant warriors stood. Each of them wore sleek black armor, even the women among them. Unlike what one might expect, the female Demon Generals weren't scantily clad. Instead, their armor was slimmer, clinging to their curves and carrying a feminine air, but still protecting them just as much as the male armor did.

Everyone's eyes couldn't help but contract when their eyes laid on these 11… They were absolute experts! Though the crowd didn't know it now, each and every one of them was a 10th Order warrior!

These were none other than Dyon's Vice Commanders. Before, there had only been ten of them: Gaylia, Graya, Halaena, Kaeda, Maaleshiira, Aredhel, Jassin, Ithirae, Juornos, and Celeborn.

However, there was now and eleventh. Giralda!

There was a faint familiarity others felt when they laid eyes on Giralda. Her crystalline like hair, her valiant, draconic aura, those eyes shimmering in light pinks, violets, and blues. She was an absolute beauty the likes of which were rarely seen.

That said, this wasn't the reason she stood out. Whether it was Gaylia, Graya, Halaena, Kaeda or Maaleshiira, they were all beauties that didn't lose out to Giralda or Dyon's wives in the least. It was just that when others looked at Giralda, they felt they were looking at a slumbering dragon!

Even behind these 11, more than 2000 others stood. Though their black armor didn't have the same hues of gold as the Vice Commanders, they each exuded their own valiant aura. Not a single one of them stood was below the 6th Order in combat prowess!

It was only now that everyone below began to understand. The Demon Generals currently on the celestial floors couldn't even be considered the cream of the crop.

In truth, Dyon had only sent a few dozen Demon Generals to the celestial floors so that he wouldn't be walking in blind. But it seemed that the world took it to mean that that was all he had.

One had to remember that the Demon Generals were talents that the Demon Sage himself had hand selected across space and time. While he fleeted between timelines, he plucked all the outstanding geniuses he could find who didn't have homes of their own.

Simply put, had [Inner World: Sanctuary] not been such a difficult technique to train in, every single last one of Dyon's Demon Generals would be Gods! The absolute worst of them would be of the 8th grade, with the vast majority being of the 9th.

However, Dyon knew how important [Inner World: Sanctuary] was. The trade off in cultivation speed and combat prowess would be well worth it when they began to attack other universes. Only with [Inner World: Sanctuary] could they somewhat ignore universe and quadrant-level suppression.

Just as Dyon was about to wave his arm and allow the Demon Generals to begin their trials to enter the celestial floor, he paused.

His gaze turned back to notice a flock of a dozen or so individuals streaking through the skies. Their origin? Sapientia Tower. Their leader? Aritzia Sapientia.

The golden eyed beauty seemed just as relaxed and in command as she usually was. Dyon remembered when he first met her… It was within the Valley of Geniuses. Back then, she had been standing before Lillianna's statue. She was also the one who told him about the history of the Holy Princesses.

Of course, back then, Dyon had been in his masked wife stealer disguise. So, this was this and that was that. Aritzia didn't know he was both individuals, so the reason she was coming over this time had to have a completely different purpose entirely.

Since he was curious, Dyon decided to wait. It wasn't long before Aritzia stood about 5 meters from him, followed by a group of Sapientia Clan disciples, each with slightly colored, crystal frames glasses.

Aritzia smiled, "Should I call you True God Sacharro? Or Moon Lord Sacharro?"

The crowd was shocked by Aritzia's word.

In reality, Dyon had revealed that he was a Moon Lord years, ago, yet no one spoke of it. He couldn't be bothered to care about the why. If he went out of his way to disseminate this information, it would make him look desperate. So, he said nothing.

In the end, news like the death of God Goldeen overshadowed many things. Although Christian III wasn't a True God, he was still a God, an existence many couldn't even fathom. With that title came prestige that was only a tick below that of a True God. Normally, geniuses of his caliber wouldn't die so early. It was no wonder the finer details got lost in the shuffle. After all, Dyon revealed his identity as a Moon Lord less than 1 year into the mystical world's first phase, while God Goldeen died near the end. It was obvious which news was at the forefront of everyone's mind.

But now, Aritzia let it all lay bare.