Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God-Novel

"They would have continued their conquest, but it seemed they didn't know about the interconnectivity of our quadrants before they attacked. From what we understand, they just happened to discover that poor quadrant nearby and saw it as an easy pie to swallow.The source of this content is Novᴇ(l)Fɪre.net

"By the time other quadrants realized what was happening, it was already too late. And, for obvious reasons, the Star Race wouldn't just cough up something they had already eaten, so we could only allow the one time breaking of our unspoken rules."

Dyon nodded. For the Epistemic Tower system to work as it had for so long, there of course had to be some unspoken rules, or else what was stopping powerhouses like the Emperor Giants from conquering one weak quadrant after another?

It was also for this reason that almost all quadrant had Emperor God Clans, yet there was such a large difference between the quadrants themselves.

Under normal circumstances, only the most powerful would be able to reach that level. But, in the current system of things, the strong of individual quadrants could rise up although they'd be considered weak elsewhere.

Obviously, the Star Race rushing in and not minding these unspoken rules at all completely destroyed this balance. In order to not earn the wrath of all 99 remaining quadrants, they could only issue a stiff explanation of their ignorance before falling silent for many years. Of course they would never apologize, they were much too arrogant for such a thing.

Dyon sighed. "Are you seniors finished with trying to scare me? To tell you the truth, not only do I have to Soul Tome and am the husband to the holder of both Kukan's and Amethyst's faith seeds, I am also the successor to the Demon Sage.

"Who better than me to finish off what he couldn't?"

The spirits blinked and attempted to rub their eyes. Quite a funny scene of their illusory hands slipping through their heads was seen before exclamations of shock once again roared through the valley of geniuses.

They had never seen such a collection of treasures on a single person. How could they not sense the similarity between Dyon's blood essence and the Demon Sage's now that it was pointed out to them? Just what kind of karmic luck did this little brat have? It made no sense!

One of the spirits took a deep breath. "Alright little brother, this old one here will take a chance on you. I've been here for so long anyway, for all I know, I've already reincarnated as a pig and this means nothing."

An orb of light shot out from the spirit. Usually, this would then enter a young genius's body for them to then begin the resonance process, but Dyon had no need to do that. Instead, he opened a blank page of the Soul Tome and accepted the orb of light happily.

Of course, he didn't have to worry about ever running out of pages. How could a treasure on the level of the Soul Tome have such an ordinary flaw? From the outside, the tome seemed to only have a few hundred thick pages, but the reality was that its pages were infinite!

Dyon looked down at the technique that appeared in the tome before smiling happily. It was a fist technique that relied on the concept of vibration. Dyon had long since been interested in concepts and how they compared and contrasted with wills, it seemed he would finally get a chance to study them. Concepts weren't anything ground breaking to Dyon. In simple terms, they were the foundation in which will paths were built upon.

After the spirit sent over his legacy, he smiled as though a weight had been lifted off his shoulders before he smiled and disappeared along with his statue.

As though he had opened the flood gates, dozens of orbs of light began to flow toward Dyon before being greedily eaten up by the immature Soul Tome.

Dyon clasped his hands in respect as the statues slowly disappeared. He knew very well that this was a big risk they were all taking, yet the took a chance on him anyway. Although there were obviously a few that couldn't bring themselves to, Dyon didn't resent them for it. After all, he had made massive gains already.

With this, he was actually quite expectant for the future. He would definitely do everything in his power to not let those who had trusted in him down.

It had to be said that the trial to earn the right to stand tall in the various Valley of Geniuses was difficult. These seniors had put their lives on the line in order to earn this opportunity for themselves, and for many of them, their main bodies had long since left this world. It could be said that this chance they took on Dyon was the final one they'd make in this life cycle.

Memories weren't carried over into your next life, there were very rare exceptions to this rule that often involved very high class cultivation techniques. The fact these spirits did this was effectively cutting off their own life and moving on forever… Dyon would never forget it.

Just like that, Dyon made a round of the outer regions of the Valley of Geniuses. For obvious reasons, it would be impossible for Dyon to accumulate the legacies of them all. Whether it be because some refused due to Dyon's poor energy cultivation talent, or because they were just unwilling to take a risk on an unknown , all were legitimate reasons. Plus, the outer ring of the valley of geniuses was simply far too large. Still, Dyon managed to accumulate a few hundred legacies, giving him no small bit of happiness.

By now, Dyon's keen senses had begun to pick up on movements other than his own in the outer ring, it seemed that he had run out of time to run amok. So, he decided to leave and enter the deeper regions to test his luck. If he couldn't find anything of use, he would go and see his master.

As for the statues that decided to not take a chance on Dyon? He didn't worry about them divulging his secrets to others. Because of the nature of the Valley of Geniuses, any statue could essentially see through all of the secrets of the geniuses that entered, it was only in this way that they'd be able to make the perfect choice. This was why it was so easy for the statues to understand that Dyon wasn't lying about various things.

Since this was allowed, of course the tower would have protective measures that restricted these spirits, or else no one would ever risk entering the valley at all.

It wasn't long before Dyon reached the very edge of the outer ring. Much like the first time, there was a massive drop into yet another abyss, and from what Dyon could tell, the fog had become denser. Still, without hesitation, Dyon allowed his feet to slip out from underneath him. However, this time, he wasn't greeted by silence or the disdain or spirits, instead, he heard the fierce sounds of battle.

At first, Dyon planned on ignoring it. After all, it was exactly his job to interfere in any and all situations. However, the words he heard caused his feet to pause.

"I don't know how scum like you made it to the inner valley, but you can consider your life forfeit! I was planning on letting you stroll around a bit more, but who knew that your dog shit luck would run out?!"

Dyon immediately recognized this voice. It was the very same Rand character that Clara had banned from entering the Sapientia Corner. And, considering the anger in his voice, he was none too pleased.

From the words he said, it was obvious that he was attacking someone of the 98th quadrant. Even if his guts were a 1000 times larger, Dyon would never believe that he had the audacity to attack Clara. Plus, if it was Clara, he wouldn't have even had the chance to say those words before he was sent flying.

But, there was something even more baffling. Was there really someone within the Soul Rending Peak that could enter the inner circle?

It wasn't that entering the inner circle was so difficult. After all, if members of the 74th quadrant could enter, it couldn't be so difficult. Truth be told, as long as you were a Marquis, you had a good chance although it was difficult. And, as long as you were a Duke, it was well within your abilities. The problem was that those of the 98th quadrant should have had next to zero resistance to illusions due to their purposefully injuring their souls.

Dyon shot off in the direction of the noise. He noticed some geniuses walking around, but he directly ignored them, blasting through the fog. Dyon didn't have any deep seeded attachments to Soul Rending Peak, but after being treated so well by his senior brothers and sisters, on top of being trusted with their final hopes, how could he allow the members of their sect to be bullied?

It wasn't long before Dyon had made it to the vicinity of the sounds and had the scene laid out for him.

In the center of a group of five, Virvor stood with his recently bought rod, a serious expression on his face. He looked to be incomparably focused.

Dyon sighed. 'This guy really has bad luck…'