Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God-Novel



Now that that already small group of 30 or so was whittled down even further of its experts, it would take them far longer to breach the castle. If Dyon had to guess, they'd likely err on the side of waiting until more people found the sky castle before attacking. This could take anywhere from days to weeks, and even then, it would be a massive trial to make it through all the puppets, especially the pseudo-dao one.

"Where is Madeleine?" Sabona couldn't help ask.

Dyon coughed, spitting out a glob of blood before standing up. He felt much better now.

"She's in secluded training right now." Dyon said absentmindedly. He looked around, realizing that they were in a foyer between two large doors. It seemed that after the large double doors that guarded the castle, there was a second set of doors directly behind them that required the key from the first phase.

"Don't lie to me! I heard people talking about how she was very injured!" Sabona waved her massive red hammer around. Dyon found it adorable that what looked like a little girl was brandishing a weapon twice her size.

The truth was that months ago, Dyon was forced to carry Madeleine around because her situation was still unstable and sometimes took a turn for the worst. But, by now, Madeleine was out of the woods.

"She was very injured, and now she's in secluded training." Dyon didn't even bother to attempt and concoct a good story. "Let's go."

With a thought, his six-sided key appeared in his hand and flew toward the second set of doors. Unlike the previous heavy set, these doors opened with remarkable ease. In fact, they didn't even stop Yandevere and Sabona from entering as well despite the fact they didn't have to use their keys. It seemed that one key was enough to allow an entire group entry.

Sabona pouted. "I fought so hard for my key and it turns out I don't even need it. This Lord Creator is too –."

However, her words froze as she saw the space they entered, greed replacing her previous pout.

Below them was a ground of solid marble. It shone with interlaced lines of pearly white, greys and sparse flecks of black. But, the room had no walls or even a ceiling to speak of. Instead, it was replaced by an expanse of space.

Stars twinkled in the distance, shining down with a faint light. It was even possible to see moons of various colors and streaking asteroids and comets. It was almost as though this slab of marble had been ejected from a planet and was now floating aimlessly. If it wasn't for the fact that there was another set of identical double doors at the end of the marble slab, they'd really believe that this was the case as well.

This said, none of these matters were what made Sabona's eyes light up with greed. While some of what hovered in this night sky were stars, there were also orbs of shimmering lights as well.Follow current s on (f)ir(e).nᴇt

Within these orbs of light, outstanding treasures floated, completely trapped. The best part was, judging by the auras of these treasures, even the worst of them were Peak Comet Grade Spiritual treasures, while the best of them were Peak Planet Grade Supreme treasures!

Dyon turned an interested eye to the floating orbs. Truth be told, he had relied on himself for most of his fighting prowess mostly because Spiritual grade treasures were almost glorified ornaments in the hands of anyone below the celestial realm. Dyon even remembered that he had one wore a domineering battle changpao to his first campaign that he had never worn since simply due to the fact it wasn't worth it.

It had looked quite cool to wear a white leather changpao, laced with silver and gold. But, not only was it heavy, restricting Dyon's movements, its defensive and offensive capabilities were locked to him since he didn't even have an ounce of energy cultivation at the time.

However, now, matters were different. Not only was he very close to breaking through to the celestial realm, he had even gained some abilities of celestials before even entering their level. In just a few more months, his cultivation would completely stabilize at the peak of the 18th Order and he would be able to accomplish things practically no other saint could.

When that time came, such Spiritual grade treasures would be highly beneficial to him. Also, his treasures of the 33 heavens would take a massive leap in their abilities as well.

For Dyon, whose cultivation path was innately slow, the best way to explosively increase his combat prowess in as little time as possible would be to rely on these treasures.

Of course, he also remembered his master's rule that he couldn't use them until he breached the 1st innate level of his Weapon's Master will, he was sure that she'd forgive him for breaking this rule in life and death situations.

'This room shouldn't be so simple, right?' Dyon directed this question toward Red and Green.

'Lord Creator never gives out anything without taking something back.' Red explained. 'The better the treasure, the further from this floor they are. You have to send out a rope of energy to pull them down, but the amount of energy needed is dependant on how far the treasure is. Also, the treasure can pull back as well… If your feet leave this marbled floor, you'll lose its support and you could end up drifting aimlessly until the Mystical World closes and you're forced out.'

'I see…' Dyon thought to himself. If it hadn't been for those Martial Saint pills, Dyon would have been out of luck in this second phase. Without the abilities of a celestial, it was impossible to project energy out from one's self without a medium like wills and intents or a weapon. Only celestials and above could project their actual energy to influence the world around them.

This may seem like a useless ability, but it was quite helpful. It not only gave celestials most deft control on their techniques, it could also be used as a sort of telekinesis. Stories of cultivators grasping their enemies from afar and crushing them all stemmed from this ability.

Sabona stamped her feet angrily when she realized this reality. "This damn Lord Creator!"