Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

Outside the Golden Flame Mystical World, just several thousand miles from the hottest star of their tower quadrants, the various dao experts had begun to grow restless. Everyone here knew that the mystical world only had three phases, one year each. By now, the third year had wrapped up for a few months already, yet there wasn't a sign of anyone coming out.

The only ones who didn't seem worried at all were the members of the Golden Crow Sect. In fact, faint excitement could be seen on the faces of their elders. To them, the fact that there was this abnormality was a good thing, not a bad thing. They believed that this meant their Ancestor had finally accomplished his goal and was now tying up loose ends.

Although some of them were a bit worried about what the deaths of so many geniuses would entail, others thought it would be fine. After all, everyone knew how dangerous the mystical world was, especially when it came to the third phase. Yet, they had sent all their disciples in anyway.

Still, those who were nervous thought it was better to make some plans now. After all, the upper echelons of their Sects had gone off to the conference already. It wasn't a good idea to anger those other Clans without their backing, not yet, anyway.

This aside, clearly, due to the interference with the mystical world, Christian III's soul jade had yet to shatter, so their moods were quite good.

Vice Master Melisende bit her lip silently. Somehow, it was then that Dyon's promise resonated in her ear. Oddly enough, this made her relax slightly all before she began to berate herself. Listening to the blind promises of arrogant, handsome young men? Was she a teenage girl?

It was at that moment that the surroundings began to quake. The once steady space warped as the tip of a grand golden yacht began to appear, the image of a handsome young man standing beside an enchanting violet haired lady, who only had eyes for the baby in her arms, appeared.

Melisende finally breathed a sigh of relief when she saw this. It seemed like it was finally the turn of the Golden Crow Sect elders to sweat a bit.

The large golden yacht pulled its way out fully moments later. At its full size, it was over a hundred meters long and twenty meters high, but this wasn't the form Dyon liked it best in. At most, it could reach 10% of its max speed in this state, and although that would still outrun most Pseudo-Dao experts, it wasn't good enough for Dyon's purposes.

Still, to put on a little show, it was more than enough.

Dyon didn't step off the yacht, instead maneuvering it toward the Vice Master with a smile on his face.

In truth, Melisende was shocked. She couldn't stop looking at the baby in Madeleine's arms while sending glares toward Dyon every so often.

It was too early for Madeleine to have a child! Yet this Dyon actually put one in her during a life and death trial… wasn't that too irresponsible?

Although this wasn't the real story, the disciples of the Flaming Lily Sect believed it. After all, there were a few months where Madeleine didn't appear at all and Dyon waved it off by saying she was in secluded meditation. Clearly they all believed that the real story was that she was pregnant.

Madeleine smiled. "Disciple greets Vice Master!"

Melisende bitterly smiled. This would definitely affect Madeleine's cultivation, and just after she was promoted to Legatee as well. She was sure that if it wasn't for the fact such a title couldn't be so easily stripped, that those old fogies would go on a rampage.

Although the Flaming Lily Sect never abolished relationships, that didn't mean it didn't have its own unspoken rules. No one thought Madeleine had to be told not to have a child so soon.

Soon, the warped portal closed and those in the surroundings began to panic.

"Vice Master Melisende, it's probably best if you step onto my yacht for now." Dyon said seriously.

Seeing the look in his eye, Melisende's gaze turned serious as she followed his advice without hesitation. Clearly there was something off about the current situation. As though on cue, Dyon's pathway forward was instantly blocked by not only members of the Golden Crow Sect, but also those of the Fiery Lotus Sect, Flame Rebirth Sect, and the Sapientia Guilds.

There were a few stragglers that exited the whirlpool of spatial qi behind Dyon's yacht, but there weren't nearly enough. These people were those who hadn't participated in the third phase and had instead found places to hide and digest their gains. Many of them were from the Sapientia Guilds, but obviously the upper echelon of those Guilds mostly cared about Wilder and Blythe who were nowhere to be seen.

"Young Hero," Wilder's black robed master suddenly called out, "Would you mind staying behind a bit to explain just what happened?"

Although he tried to remain calm and kept a cordial appearance, it could be seen that he was slightly panicked. He had been prepared for losses, but a loss of Blythe and Wilder was too much. White Robed geniuses didn't grow on trees.

Dyon smiled. "There's no hurry, I wasn't planning on going anywhere without giving you all an explanation. It's just that I wanted to speak with Vice Master Melisende first, after all, I'm here thanks to her."

The elders slightly frowned, but couldn't find anything within Dyon's words to refute.

With a wave of his hand, Blythe and Wilder suddenly appeared. Although they were slightly disheveled, they seemed to be in decent health.

However, just when the black robed Comet Lord was about to sigh a breath of relief, his face suddenly became incomparably ugly.

"True God Sacharro, what is the meaning of this? Are you trying to make an enemy out of the Sapientia Guilds? Why are their cultivation crippled?!"

"Simple, really." Dyon said with a shrug.

With a thought, images of what occurred during the third phase appeared in the air. This was none other than one of the tower's abilities to record everything that occurred around it.

The black robed master could only blush in shame as he watched his disciple lose his mind to attack Madeleine, even ganging up with several Golden Crow Sect disciples.

He wanted to refute it, but everyone understood the theory behind recorded images in the martial world. The only way to perfectly fake an image was if one understood everything in existence to a level far above a dao. Obviously, Dyon wasn't such a person, which meant that since they couldn't tell these images were fake, it meant they were real.

"My wife crippled them because they wanted to kill her, is that a good enough explanation? I believe it's giving your Sapientia Guilds face that they are still alive now, no?"

The black robed master bitterly laughed. What use is it if they're alive? As they are now, they might as well be dead.

Not only his expression was ugly, but so were the expressions of the Sect elders, because they could all clearly see their disciples going against Dyon as well.

One golden haired and red eyed elder of the Goldeen Clan couldn't handle it anymore and burst out.

"Just why would everyone be against you like this?! What did you do that was so shameful to evoke such a response?!"

"What did I do?" Dyon laughed. "My only crime is that I was better than they were."

As those words fell, scenes of what occurred before the second phase castle replayed…