Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

Dyon and Clara entered a flat fielded area where green grass and dandelions stretched for tens of miles.

Dyon's master frowned. 'The Master Symbol is supposed to have direct access to the 18th tier…'

Before, the 25th White Mother had warned Dyon of the dangers of the Mystical World because she hadn't thought that Dyon would become the Master of Soul Rending Peak so soon. Originally, Dyon's plan was to enter along with the disciples and undergo this venture as a trial. But, the Master Symbol should have negated the need to do that.

Yet… This plane was very clearly the first tier.

'Someone shifted the portal entrance…' Her frown deepened, not liking the meaning behind such a matter at all.

"It's no big deal master," Dyon smiled, but there was a clear strand of killing intent within them. Clearly someone was trying to disrespect his status and he didn't take too kindly to it. "With the Master Symbol, although it would take a lot out of me, I can shift the portal again. But, since we're here, why don't I take this opportunity to train a bit? I don't have any pressing matters for now. My clone will handle things while I'm away."

Whoever did this was clearly looking down on Dyon's abilities. With the abilities of the Master Symbol, undoing something like this was relatively simple, yet, they did so anyway. There were only two explanations for that: either they believed he was too stupid to know he could, or they wanted to draw a line between him and them so whether or not he knew didn't matter.

'Be careful Dyon. The top tier is only made for core disciples to reach. According to normal standards, only those at the peak of the celestial realm would attempt this trek.'

Dyon nodded. "I only plan on climbing eight or so tiers. Afterward, I'll directly teleport to the top tier using the Master Symbol."

This didn't calm the 25th White Mother at all. In all these years, none of the supposed "core disciples" of the new Soul Rending Peak had even cleared the first tier.

Of course, Dyon was much more powerful than they were, but thinking that he could clear the first tier simply because of that was foolish. All of these tiers were designed for first grade, absolute genius, celestials. Even the first tier was difficult beyond imagination for those of the outside world.

However, in the end, the 25th White Mother didn't say anything, only sighing. She hesitated in whether she should lift Dyon's ban on high level techniques and weapons, but she felt that that would just insult Dyon who was clearly already angered.

Although Clara couldn't hear the conversation between Dyon and his master, she clearly felt the shift in her husband's mood, so she guessed some things.

Dyon squeezed her hand. "We'll give them a good show. You sit back and watch while your husband vents some anger."

Clara rolled her eyes, but chose not to say anything in the end.

Taking a deep breath, Dyon did something completely unnecessary.

His eyes glowed with a vicious golden light just as a massive defensive array appeared around him and Clara.

The golden light began to slowly change form, snaking through the skies as a fierce creature began to take form.

Moments later, a majestic, golden scaled dragon that covered hundreds of meters appeared before a piercing roar shook the entire first tier.

Dyon stood calmly on the head of this dragon, holding onto his wife's hand lightly, his rage boiling.

His eyes glowed once more, causing tens of beautiful white lilies to appear in the skies.

Ten became a hundred… a hundred became a thousand… and a thousand became nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine.

They each bloomed, releasing a perfect replica of Dyon out of each and every one.

Dyon's manifestation appeared in the skies, radiating outward with a ferocious, unbridled aura. The bright world seemed to dim under its presence.

The six black-gold haloes hovering behind it rotated, allowing a weapon's pagoda spilling over with killing intent to roll to the top.

The halo expanded, first to two times its size, then ten. Eventually, the pagoda lorded over the skies, standing more than a hundred meters tall.

The world trembled as its doors creaked open slowly, allowing thousands of beams of light to shoot outward, each heading for one of the clones.

In a mere moment, every clone became equipped with what looked like illusory battle armor and weapons, yet, each and every one of the radiated with aura of a peak Spiritual weapon!

In the distance, the once empty plains began to quake as beasts surged toward the source of the draconic roar, bearing down on Dyon and Clara with vicious expressions.

Roaring tigers, majestic deer, vicious wolves, deathly vultures… Creatures of all kinds bared their bestial intent.

Standing on the Dragon's head, Dyon sneered, his mind perfectly controlling each one of his clones.

They were perfectly split into nine legions, each legion controlling a different one of the nine primary weapons, and each brimming with battle intent.

At that moment, Dyon inexplicably looked upward, his eyes filled with disdain and disgust.

"To think that cowards who've been hiding with their tail between their legs believe that they have the right to test me? In the future, even if you drop to your knees and beg to be a part of my kingdom, I'll reject you."

...

17 tiers above Dyon, 12 men and women sat silently, watching a projection of what was occurring. Whether it be Dyon's mannerisms, his arrogance or his speech, they heard and saw it all.

The set-up of the room was fairly odd. Unlike many other council rooms, the 12 elders sat on beasts skins that lined the floor. In addition, none seemed to have a higher rank than the other as they were seemingly equals except for 4 individuals who seemed to lead 2 others each.

The first of the four leaders was a man who gave off a mischievous aura. His chest was completely bare and only a short beast cloth covered his important regions.

His hair was an almost blinding white, and considering most of his face was covered by this hair, he could light up a dark night with his mere presence. His side-burns were just as outrageous as his beard, giving his face an almost perfectly square proportion.

As if that wasn't enough hair already, his chest was covered as well. Even still, those hairs were white as well and just as bright as the ones that covered his face.

This was the current leader of the Simia family.

The second of the four leaders looked much older that the others. While they were middle aged at most, this elder woman looked as though she had one foot in the grave. Her wrinkles were so layered that her murky white eyes could barely be seen behind her sparse white hair.

Her back was hunched, but she strapped what look like a scaled turtle shell on it. Despite her weak appearance, the other leaders didn't dare to look down on her knowing very well that the shell on her back weighed nearly a billion jin.

This old woman was the picture of wisdom, radiating outward with an ancient, aged aura that commanded respect.

This was the current leader of the Tudo family.

The third of the four leaders was just as scantily clad as the leader of the Simia family, however, he much less hairy.

That said, the hair on his head was a fierce white as well and could almost be mistaken for the mane of an ancient, slumbering beast.

He radiated outward with a fierce killing intent that made the space around him tremble in fear. Even his breath seemed tinted with a bloody red.

Without his physique being hidden by ridiculous amounts of hair, he seemed carved out of stone…. As though each and every bracket of his muscles was meticulously crafted by a God.

If the man chose to relinquish the title of War God, no one would dare take it in his place.

This was the current leader of the Tigris family.

The fourth of the four leaders was the youngest and also without a doubt the most beautiful. She had such a holy and pure aura that one would find it impossible to have dirty thoughts about her… She was simply an angel fallen from the skies.