Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

Arthurian, however, was completely shocked by this turn of events. If he knew this would happen, why would he bother asking his Uncle for help?

'Unless…? Is it because of my Uncle that Violet told a lie? Or is it because Dyon angered her in some way?'

On the ground, Donari who was just as arrogant as Dyon and halfway into the air, paused, confusion clear on his face.

He had been with Dyon when the bell was rung, and he had also been there when they heard the roar together. Presumably, if Dyon did this, he would have immediately known that the Master's anger was aimed toward him and the central bell's chime was calling for his punishment. If he knew all of this… Why did he come here?

None of it made any sense. Not only had he come, he was standing in the sky, completely alone and without protection. Could a person really be so stupid?

Still, as a person who had exchanged blows with Dyon, he was well aware of his character. At the same time, as a member of the Caedes family, he was well versed in the type of person Violet was as well. Although Violet didn't use those underhanded tactics on him, plenty of others had suffered at her hands.

In the end, Donari continued his way up the sky, hovering beside Dyon. After he saw the odd light in his father's eye and Arthurian's reaction, he figured some things out for himself.

Plus, if Dyon died now, how would he get revenge for his loss? He needed his target alive.

By now, the Master's face had morphed from red to white then blue. Seeing his daughter's attacker right before him, how could he not want to inflict the worst kind of punishment?

"DIE!" Without waiting for anyone's reaction, the Master extended two fingers and swiped down with vicious force.

At that moment, the only thing in the world was sword qi, blotting out the skies.

The disciples on the ground felt themselves shiver in terror. They knew that if they were the ones facing this strike, there would only be one result: death.

The eyes of the family heads sharpened. Even they weren't sure if they could handle this sword strike. It seemed that after 200 years of seclusion, the Master of Soul Rending Peak had definitely improved. His sword intent had actually reached the third level, one with body!

The naming of the levels of intents weren't empty. When one reached one with body, they would truly become the embodiment of their will. For swordsmasters, they'd constantly exude a sharp aura, as though their every step could slice apart the very air before them. It didn't just increase attack power, but also defense and speed. This was the benefit of reaching the one with body state.

The family heads could only shake their heads and sigh. They had come here to take Dyon away, but this Master was too hot-headed.

By the time the sword qi disappeared, the world was completely silent. Many expected Dyon's body to split in half where it stood. Maybe the attack was so quick and powerful that even Dyon hadn't realized he had died yet.

Yet, when Dyon's hand moved to fix the wrinkles in his disciple robes, everyone felt that they had fallen into a dream world. Some even pinched themselves to see if this was still the real world.

Two seconds. Three seconds. Five seconds.

By now, everyone was sure that nothing had happened to Dyon. He was actually completely fine!

"For the Master of a sect, your comprehension of sword intent is pitiful." Dyon spoke with disdain, not a single hint of respect in his voice.

At that moment, a slight worry flashed in Violet's eyes. All of this happened because of her, if her father suffered because she couldn't handle getting rejected, how would she face him?

But, when she looked around and saw the countless experts here, she breathed out in relief. Even if Dyon's wings were powerful, he wouldn't escape today.

The Master's eyes reddened with rage, however before he could attack again, he was stopped by the priests and Mother of The Cathedral. They gave him a meaningful glance, as though reminding him of the situation.

Dyon found this situation quite funny when he thought about it. With the tower spirit's help, he could replay exactly what happened that day for all to see. On top of that, he could do what Violet least wanted and project her naked body for everyone to see. But, he wanted to wait for the perfect time before he did that.

Seeing Dyon's smirk, the Master felt like his heart was going to combust from the inside out. How could any father withstand such a thing?

By now, Arthurian was sneering too. He believed that his family background had saved him, so how couldn't he be complacent. But, his Uncle sent him a glare that made him involuntarily take a step back. Arthurian might not understand, but he did. For Violet to not expose him, she would surely make the Caedes family pay a heavy price. They'd have to hand over valuable resources just because of his little nephew.

"I'm truly interested." Dyon said with a smile. "Can I see your evidence? I'd also like to hear your story."

"Is that him?" In the sky, within the group of Devil Cultivators, Sokzac suddenly asked a Lilith a question. In response, he received a nod which caused an imperceptible killing intent to shoot from his eyes.

Yet, to his surprise, Dyon's head immediately turned in his direction.

The clash of wills only lasted a moment before Dyon's eyes turned back to Lilith. Seeing her standing there perfectly fine, a disgusting thought crossed his mind. It was impossible for her to heal her soul so quickly unless she made use of Soul Market.

Seeing the disgust in Dyon's eyes, Lilith immediately felt uncomfortable. She hadn't had any reaction when Dyon was accused of rape, mostly because it was far too odd. Someone of Dyon's level would never stoop to pick at someone like Violet unless he was a true perverted bastard. However, no matter how much Lilith hated Dyon to the core, she didn't get that sort of vibe from him.

His disgusted look when he looked at her proved this. For him to look at her like that and even be willing to kill her, a beauty a thousand times better than Violet, how could he go after Violet? Clearly there was some conspiracy.

'He must have gotten a legacy from the valley, so they want to use this as an excuse to take him away. Since he's from the Jafari family, he wouldn't agree so easily as the others because he likely has an inkling about the secrets of this quadrant and Soul Market… Which means…'

Lilith's look became complex as she understood Dyon's look of disgust. He must know that the only way to heal a soul quickly was by absorbing another soul. Either that, or you needed a heaven defying plant or treasure on the level of the Soul Tome. Clearly, he wouldn't so easily believe she had the latter.

Somehow, she felt uncomfortable under his gaze. But then, her eyes became cold. 'So what if I used it? What right do you have to judge me?'

Dyon looked away, not bothering with Lilith anymore. But, this only enraged Sokzac who felt like he was being ignored by a puny essence gatherer while he was already a Celestial! Even if all dozen or so celestials in the sky right now fought him at once, even while suppressed, he was confident that he could obliterate them all.

"PROOF!?" The Master's voice boomed in response to Dyon's questioning. "ARE MY DAUGHTER'S TEARS NOT ENOUGH?!"

Dyon snorted. "No."

The veins on the Master's forehead threatened to pop. "Good. Good. Good." He spoke through gritted teeth. "Bring out the witnesses then!"

Dyon watched on expressionlessly as three disciples he immediately recognized walked out. These were none other than the three disciples that had followed Violet that day, the same three that Dyon had given pills that saved their lives.

Violet inwardly sneered. She assumed that Dyon had been so confident because of these three. After all, they knew what happened. 'You're so naïve. Did you really think that they'd back you? Who are you?! To dare turn me down, I'll show you the difference between the two of us!'

When the three disciples appeared, they began narrating a story that moved the hearts of those present.

"It was only a few days before the valley would close and Senior Sister Violet was guiding us through in hopes we might get lucky." One began.