Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

Shere's black eyes flickered with a deep blue occasionally that gave off a dangerous light. Sen's massive body pulsated with an illusory royal armor, it seemed to follow his breath, appearing and disappearing with his every inhale and exhale. Biibi might have had the least improvement, but from her aura, Dyon could tell that she too had stepped into the King realm. Finally, there was Linlin who Dyon found it difficult to see through completely. Her eyes contained a depth that didn't match her cute, chubby face.

Dyon smiled lightly. "It seems you're all prepared. The second phase is probably a mess by now already. This is a matter of life and death for them. Without gaining a key to the third phase, they can only die on the grounds below.

"We have many enemies, all of them with ill-intentions. But, I plan on wiping them all out. Are you with me?"

Dyon's Presence shattered the space around him. He had a feeling that if he summons his projection of his inner world now, its effects would be devastating.

Shere's small face grinned with an evil light. "I haven't killed enough yet, big brother. I can feel my slaughter heart awakening."

If someone from the mortal world saw Shere now, they'd immediately think that she was a horror movie antagonist. Even Dyon couldn't help but feel his heart thump at her vigor.

"Good! Let's go."

**

Unlike the first phase, the second phase only had a single visible castle. According to Madeleine, it was supposed to have several invisible castles, just like the first phase, but Dyon had no intention of going to them.

Dyon had thought with how much he took his time, many would have long since found and taken advantage of this singular visible castle. But, he had forgotten two things.

For one, the second phase involved sky castles that were much higher in the skies than previously, at least by several hundred kilometers. Even worse, those who had relied on flying beasts to reach the first sky castles were out of luck. Now that the seals on these beasts were undone, they had awakened to Pseudo-Dao Formation cultivations. In fact, many were killed by their flying beasts, being unaware of the change in rules.

Secondly, not everyone had Dyon's divine sense. How difficult was it to find a single castle, several hundred kilometers in the sky, within a world that was 500 000 km from start to end? Too difficult!

So, even while Dyon wasted months, taking his time and still finding that castle almost immediately, others spent months struggling to find methods of flying safely into the skies all while avoiding the dangerous beasts below and the winged beasts of the skies. More than a few would be angered by the ease of Dyon's experience compared to theirs.

Currently, many stood in the air using various means. Those of the Sapientia Guilds used defensive formations they either created themselves or that came from array plates. Some of the better ones among them used their Beast Master abilities to tame those wild Pseudo-Dao formation beasts, giving them an advantage unto themselves.

Surprisingly, those of the Golden Crow Sect didn't have any problems standing in the air. Their golden flames ignored the laws of this Mystical World, allowing them to soar into the skies with ease. This was a matter that made sharp individuals narrow their eyes.

Finally, the remainder of the young geniuses used flying treasures they had brought in with them, carrying members they saw as friends or fellow disciples with them.

Still, no one dared to move. Unlike the previous castles where they simply stormed in, this castle seemed different.

It stood with an imposing air, bearing down on them with a cruel yet illusory feeling. However, what many couldn't take their eyes off were the Sentries that protected the doors. There were a total of fifty of them, each of whom gave off an aura between the high celestial and peak celestial realm and one of which was a pseudo-dao expert! It was no wonder they didn't dare to move…

It was at this moment that everyone looked in the same direction to find a handsome young man sitting on the back of a massive beast, heading toward them as though he was taking a stroll.

Dyon leisurely entered the group of spectators, commanding his own space. From what he could see, little more than thirty or so individuals from the over two hundred that entered were here. Where the rest of them were? He didn't entirely know, but he guessed that they either were hiding from the strengthening beasts or searching blindly for this sky castle, still.

When he appeared, Dyon felt a growing killing intent from two peak celestials within the Sapientia disciples, both of whom were women wearing azure robes fluctuating with illusory images of comets. Clearly, these two were Comet Lords of the Alchemy faction.

If Dyon remembered correctly, Wilder was a white robed genius of the weapon's, runic veins, and alchemy masters. So, he was under the purview of these peak celestials. It seemed that even when he revealed his Moon Lord status, some still hid some animosity toward him.

The injured Wilder was nowhere to be seen, but Blythe was here. She sent an angered glare toward Dyon, but he could tell that it didn't reach the level of the former two women. Clearly, although this girl was a little prickly, she wasn't quick to wish death upon people unlike her counterparts.

Aside from them, Dyon noticed that among the Flaming Lily Disciples, only Yandevere, Sabona and one other peak celestial was here. He had been keeping tabs on the others, and they seemed to have no been able to make it here.

Of course, the largest group was undoubtedly those of the Golden Flame Sect. Not only were top ranked Inner Disciples like Angela here, in her blazing and scant golden armor, God Goldeen along with his four peak celestial protectors were also here.

Then, there were loners like True God Tatsuya and Falkor who still looked toward Dyon like they could leap toward him to fight at any moment.

'Interesting, it seems that no one wants to make a move and suffer a loss first. At the same time, no one wants to take the lead either because of how difficult it is to command so many strong headed individuals. No wonder these people haven't gotten anywhere even though I took my time…' Dyon spoke to himself.

'Red, Green. Are there any tricks to this?'