Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

But, that was when Clara got involved! According to their information, Ri agreed to give her piece of the Holy Arc to Clara in exchange for protection.

This made perfect sense. What Grandmaster Weapon's Smith wouldn't want to work with such a rare material? However, just because she understood, didn't mean Chrysanthemum was happy.

A large battle ensued, but Chrysanthemum soon realized she wasn't a match for Clara either!

The realization was a massive hit to her pride. There was no way she could allow her ancestor's legacy to fall into the hands of another, no matter how worthy they might be.

So, completely exasperated, Chrysanthemum went to find her husband to get his help. But, it turned out that Anak was in the process of resonating with his own statue and didn't have the time or patience to deal with Chrysanthemum's ordeal.

In the end, Chrysanthemum could only lead her fellow apprentice sisters to attack Clara together.

Everyone had assumed it was over. It was surprising enough that Clara could defeat Chrysanthemum in one on one combat, after all, she was a soul cultivator. In fact, from the information they had, Clara was still an essence gatherer. They really couldn't understand how she did it.

Yet, when things were looking bleak, Clara took out a Supreme Level treasure that improved her battle power by so much that they could only run away with their tails between their legs.

It was no wonder Chrysanthemum was so angry. But, did she really think that she could defeat Ri now that the resonance was complete? They had all witnessed her losing before the portal opened. Was she going to rely on Anak?

Those who were eager to leave to report the happenings from Dyon's clash with Anak suddenly stopped, wondering if they could get a second story to sell.

Everyone's eyes looked toward Anak, trying to see how he'd act. It was only then that others began to realize that the masked man wasn't here, where was he?

Ri floated in the air calmly. Something in her demeanor had changed slightly… The snow and ice that already seemed to love her even before had begun spiraling around her, forming a halo.

Those sharper geniuses took in a sharp breath. These were the signs of a pseudo domain forming!

Alexandria was just an 11th stage saint, how was it possible?!

Before Anak could take any action one way or another, the masked man suddenly appeared beside Ri, his black wings flapping and exuding a frightful aura that made them all involuntarily take a step back.

Cullen and Amory grit their teeth before decisively turning around and leaving. It wouldn't be long before everyone understood this odd action of theirs.

"I really want to see who dares to take what belongs to my wife." Although Dyon kept his comments general, it was clear who was speaking to as his eyes were only trained on a single man.

Anak's eyes narrowed. It was clear to everyone that he was very much prepared to attack.

Before Dyon could act though, Ri grabbed his hand. "I feel like I'm about to break through." She said softly.

Dyon's expression changed, becoming serious. Breakthroughs in comprehension and cultivation were both very important. From what Dyon could tell, Ri wanted to form her Aura soon. If she didn't find a place to do so, it could become a problem.

Although it was possible to have breakthroughs like this in battle, it required a state of complete selflessness. Obviously, Ri wasn't in this state right now.

"Alright." Dyon spoke decisively, grasping her hand and turning around to leave.

"Did I allow you to leave?" Anak spoke slowly. "My wife decided that she wanted something. If you're sensible, you'll have your wife transfer the legacy to her."

Dyon's steps froze in the air. "What did you say?"

BADUM BADUM BADUM

The overbearing sounds of beating hearts overwhelmed the world of ice and snow again.

Those of the Emperor Giant Clan involuntarily coughed up mouthful after mouthful of blood, shocking those watching. However, nothing was as alarming as when they saw Anak's features visibly pale.

"Are you really so eager to learn the difference between you and I?" Dyon continued, letting go of Ri's hand and appearing less than a meter from Anak, hovering in the air and forcing him to look up.

After more than a month of trials within the Demon Sage Tower, Dyon had gained more than just some functions of the tower. His abilities and understanding in the field of body cultivation had increased as well. He had entered an entry level ability to control his own blood, allowing him to forcibly employ bloodline suppression instead of doing so passively, like he had been before.

Suddenly, two black wings before four.

BOOM!

The world of ice and snow shook violently as those of the Emperor God Clan tried to fight back to no avail. One after another, they fell to the ground, paling and coughing up blood.

Of those in their clan, only Anak and two others managed to withstand this pressure, gritting their teeth and fighting through it.

But, it wasn't over over.

BOOM!

Three pairs of black wings bloomed into existence, stretching out three meters in each direction.

Those watching couldn't help but shiver as the two who stood behind Anak fell to the ground.

Blood dripped from Anak's lips, causing Chrysanthemum to pale with fright. Was this really her husband? What was happening?

"This is the lauded God Anak?" Dyon's sneer deepened. "I'm within arm's reach of you, why aren't you stopping me? Would you stand there and watch me insult your Emperor Giant Clan like this? Aren't you their future?

"Seeing a supposed God be so pitiful, I really disdain this tower. Why should I bother to take trials at all if the best I can do is share a title with an ant?"

Every one of Dyon's words was like another slap to face and another knife to the heart.

Cullen and Amory, when they learned of what happened today, would only be able to thank their lucky stars that they survived their clash with Dyon. They wouldn't even be embarrassed at their loss anymore. If he could treat even a God like this, what did their positions mean?

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Dyon's body began to radiate an irresistible aura. To the men, he became a figure they could only worship from afar. To the women, despite his face being masked, he became the most ideal man in the world.

Six pairs of golden wings erupted from Dyon's back, blooming outward more than 5 meters.

Anak fell to a single knee. Yet, the fire in his eye hadn't disappeared. If looks could kill, it was likely that Dyon would have died a thousand times over.

The playfulness in Dyon's eyes disappeared. "My wife's breakthrough is more important than you. Count yourselves lucky."

After this, Dyon decisively left, leaving the world of ice and snow in an eerie quiet that seemed impossible to cut through. There was no doubt that the events at this portal would cause an uproar through the martial world.

Who was this mysterious man? How could he suppress a God to this level?

He said that he disdained to take the trials and share a title with Anak, could he really be without a title? This would make sense, after all, he had a Presence protecting treasure. As far as their hundred quadrants were aware, the only way to awaken Presence was through the trials. Since that was the case, those who hadn't taken the trials would need this protection.

Geniuses on Anak's level would disdain to carry Presence protecting treasures because they would believe that their own Presence was enough. Of course, they still had these treasures, but would only use them to protect against shameless members of the older generation.

It would be until later that these geniuses came to understand that Dyon was actually using bloodline suppression against Anak, which would cause the martial world to fall into yet another uproar!

Within the Demon Sage Tower, Dyon laid on the ground, gasping for breath and coughing up mouthful after mouthful of blood as Ri tenderly rubbed his back with a worried expression on her face.

"You shouldn't have pushed yourself so hard," She said softly.

Dyon could only bitterly smile. The only way to push bloodline suppression so far was to force his blood to pump at inconceivable speeds. Unfortunately, his heart wasn't made of rubber, so much of the blood he was currently coughing up contained pieces of heart tissue… "If I didn't do this, it would effect your breakthrough. I can't beat him as I am now, so I could only act tough."