Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

She stood, her pale face and mage gowns covered in dust. 'I'm not injured either? How is that possible?'

Yandevere felt a severe aching on her back, but such a thing for cultivators was negligible.

"W-who are you?" The male didn't have the demeanor of a pseudo-dao expert any longer. The seven individuals who had followed him, including his female counterpart, looked at him with varying degrees of confusion. Maybe only the female understood exactly where his fear stemmed from.

'That little girl… With just one word, she completely dispersed Alax's enigmatic qi… She doesn't even look like she strained herself, how is that possible?!' The heartbeat of the female quickened. 'This isn't not good, this isn't good at all.'

The abilities of a True Empath were beyond the comprehension of these individuals. When it first begins, it's tied to emotion. One could feel vague thoughts and comprehend those around them to a minor extent. Once it progresses, one can read surface thoughts. It's possible to directly read the mind of an individual without much effort at all, barring the use of treasures like The Seal.

Once True Empathy advances once more, it's possible to read deeply hidden thoughts. Memories, dark secrets, hidden intentions unknown to even the person themselves… It can all be read.

However, these wasn't the final form of True Empathy, not even close. Why was it that True Empaths were needed to enter the Elvin Tombs? Wasn't it because only they could easily navigate the ancient game that protected it?

True Empathy isn't just about seeing the Truth in humans, it's about seeing the Truth in all things!

Now… What if that truth was applied to formations? Wouldn't it be impossible to trap a True Empath in such a thing? What if that truth was applied to battle? Wouldn't the weakness of any technique be laid bare? But… What if that truth was applied to language? What if the deepest meaning behind words were understood? Wouldn't it be possible to destroy entire worlds just by speaking?

"You may not know me…" Lyla said in her sweet voice. "But, you most definitely know my Big Brother. You've trapped my Big Brother's wife. My Big Sister Madeleine.

"With me here, you're no match for us. You can either clear the way, or face the consequences."

This was a day the martial world would be lit on fire… Everyone would remember the day that Dyon's little sister outshone even him.

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Within the Dark Ocean, Dyon was completely oblivious to these things. It wasn't that he didn't want to think about them, but rather that he couldn't. If he thought about the danger his wives were in, his façade of calm would shatter and he wouldn't be able to guarantee even his own survival.

"Ri, it's time. Please enter my inner world. Be sure to stay away from the black flames. I'm struggling to control them even now. If something happens to me and they disperse…" Dyon looked into Ri's eyes, gently holding her slender shoulder. "… If I'm about to die, I'll expel you out of my world. Do not hesitate for even a moment and directly use the teleportation array I've given you, alright?"

Ri's frame trembled, before she eventually bitterly smiled. "You know I can't do that. Don't ask me for stupid things. In exchange, I'll obediently enter your inner world. If you don't want me to die, then don't die yourself."

Ri's firm words gave no room for debate. Knowing that the six dao experts were only a few hundred miles away, a distance that was meaningless to dao experts, Dyon could only grit his teeth and nod. In the next instant, there was only him, sunken deep within the ocean's depths.

This far below the surface, there was nothing but an endless darkness. It was once lit by the clan stronghold of the Rainbow Kun Peng, but Dyon had torn it all down. This low visibility was to his advantage, because very soon, he would be the only one capable of using his divine sense.

Dyon tore his robes from himself. He would have been the perfect image of toned symmetry, but a large portion of his right arm was missing. Since he would be fighting dao experts, a fake arm wouldn't last even a single blow, so why waste his soul qi on such a trivial matter?

He could sense his enemy's approach. It didn't seem like they were in much of a rush. In fact, as Dyon saw it, they were stalling.

Why was Aritzia so confident in executing this maneuver? It was because she believed that Dyon couldn't find himself help from his Clan in a shorter period of time. Everyone knew that the Celestial Deer territories on the dao floor were unmanned, that meant Dyon's Clan currently had no one capable of quickly travelling between quadrants. And, even if they did, the Water Mist Sect had closed off their teleportation portals to outsiders just in case.

Knowing this would happened, Dyon hadn't even considered asking Granny Celest for help.

Yet, despite believing she had Dyon trapped, Aritzia fed BPA information about a powerful enemy. It wasn't a particularly difficult story to spin considering everyone was aware of Dark Ocean. All she needed to do was embellish a bit and BPA fell right into her palms, directly sending out 6 higher dao experts.

From beginning to end, everything seemed to fall right within Aritzia's expectations. Even if everything was going awry on the middle tier, as long as Dyon fell here… It would be over!

"Hoho, do you all see what I see?" One of the males looked forward excitedly. "I had thought that this would be a difficult mission, so why is there only one crippled young man here?"

"I have to say…" A female licked her lips. "… He has quite an interesting fetish, standing there naked like that. I can't say that I'm complaining, though."

"Thirteen, you slut, you were in my bed just last night yet you're already looking for other men."

"Why are you blaming me, Twelve? Blame yourself for not being as handsome as he is… And, from what I can see, not as big either."

The two remaining females burst into laughter, not minding the rage on Twelve's face at all.

It was clear that the six of them were in a great mood. They had been warned about the danger of this mission, but it seemed there was some sort of mistake. They could clearly see the Jafari Clan treasure in the distance – an ancient arc inscribed with foreign symbols with a spinning sphere of grey, silver and black amid its gate – but it seemed the only person guarding it was Dyon.

Of course, they considered the fact that there were enemies still hiding. But, as intelligent individuals, they all understood one thing: if one was truly powerful, there was no need for schemes! If their enemy was as strong as that source made it seem, then they wouldn't be hiding.

The six lightly chatted as though Dyon wasn't even there. Their divine senses wantonly gliding over every crevice of his body. Yet, Dyon didn't move. Finally… They began to find it a bit weird that a mere 1st stage celestial could be so calm in this situation.

Dyon's calm was no longer a façade. It felt like he had forgotten everything, as though the only important thing was the task at hand.

He had been teetering on a mental breakthrough for the past few days. He didn't fully understand what it was… Maybe Evangeline's words about his future self was related to it. But, he couldn't spare thoughts toward this.

The males called themselves Ten, Twelve, and Fourteen. The women called themselves Eleven, Thirteen, and Fifteen. If this was some sort of ranking, then BPA was far stronger than Dyon had imagined if six higher dao experts could only rank so lowly… And yet, he was still determined to kill them all.

Today, he'd likely make one more unfathomable enemy for himself. He would either die and his story would end here, or he would rise up and burst into a new light.

He didn't know which would happen, but he did know that if he left this place alive, Aritzia wouldn't be able to withstand his wrath.

'Come.'

In that moment, the temperature of Dark Ocean dropped by countless dozen degrees. Just when the six stretched their divine sense outward to under the situation they were in, a seeping cold qi overwhelmed their senses, forcing them to call out in pain.

Dyon's gamble had paid off. Among the six of them, none were ice will wielders!