Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

"So True God Sacharro is so powerful? It's no wonder he made you crawl back home half dead as he promised." A woman with beauty beyond words didn't hold back in tearing open Vespak's wounds.

Even hearing these words, Vespak didn't dare to refute, he could only bottle up in anger. This woman wasn't someone even he could afford to offend. Although he was an 8th Order Emperor, this woman was a False True God. Not just that, but she was one of True God Star's three wives. Her position in their Clan was far higher than his.

"Empress Aspirant Cativa, I won't ask you for anything else, but please allow me to land the crippling blow." Vespak's handsome features twisted, imperceptible red light wafting from him.

Cativa's red lips curled into a slight smile, her slender fingers gliding across pristine fan seemingly carved of jade. She wore a red dress with a single slit to the right that revealed her flawless, long leg. Her every movement was the picture of enticement and seduction, even the white scaled snake beneath her bare feet was without blemish.

"Vespak, don't make me look down on you." Cativa mused. "You want to ask help from this Empress Aspirant to kill a man you can't kill yourself? Isn't that too shameless?"

Vespak lowered his head, clenching his fist.

"Also," Cativa continued, "Even if I agreed to help you, do you really believe that it's alright to kill him? We're only here to teach him a lesson, there are some unspoken rules that cannot be broken lest you want the tower quadrants to be embroiled in war. He's already given you enough face by not killing you, yet you want more? You're too pathetic."

Vespak didn't dare to respond. The Empress Aspirant title was something only three women of the Star Clan wielded. It was only given to the wives of the young heir.

Unlike other Clans, in the Star Clan, not only did the Emperor title need to be forcibly seized, but the same was true of the Empress title. True God Star had already eliminated all of his competition to the title of young heir, changing his title from Emperor Aspirant to Emperor Apparent. However, his wives were neck-in-neck.

Though Cativa was the weakest of his wives, that was only due to the fact she was the youngest. Whether she would become the Empress Apparent or not was still up in the air. And, even if she failed to gain the title, she would still be the second or third wife of the Emperor. Her status was far above Vespak's.

"Oh? It looks like he's already here." Cativa's faint smile bloomed. Her slender hand stopped their progress forward as a figure appeared above them all.

This particular silver danger zone was known as the Ice Devil Land. It snowed year-round and was filled with a sharp cold. However, this land wasn't so simple at all.

The snow wasn't white, but instead a dull grey. It was reminiscent of ash instead of snow, as though the cremated remnants of all those it had killed were raining down from the skies.

The danger of this land wasn't just in its cold, but in this snow's special ability. It carried life stealing powers… For every flake of snow that fell upon your body, energy would be siphoned away from you. If you stayed for too long, you would eventually die of exhaustion.

This snowy grey land was exactly that place Dyon appeared above.

Dyon's expression was incomparably calm as he scanned the Star Force army, but inwardly, he felt that the situation was incredibly grave.

Even the weakest expert here was of the sixth order. This alone was enough to show just how talented half-sprites were. The Water Mist Sect could only scrounge up a sixth order legatee after years of searching, yet the Star Clan actually had thousands of them. Not just that, but they were all of the peak celestial grade.

To make matters worse, all of these warriors were led by a woman whose prowess was even greater than her beauty. Dyon could immediately tell that Cativa was a 9th Order expert of the 12th celestial realm. She was only a step away from becoming a pseudo-dao expert!

"True God Sacharro." Empress Aspirant Cativa spoke out. "We'd rather not bully a talent on your level. We're quite aware of how shameless it is to send us old people after a youth like yourself, but you should also understand that the prestige of a Clan is highly important to it. Though we disrespected your Demon Generals first, you only have yourself to blame for not being present then.

"You now have one of two choices. You either fight it out with all of us here and end up with nothing, or you can take a step back. We have no problem with you controlling three gold danger zones as it is in fact your turn to do so. However, the Star Clan must have one of the nine. Which is your choice?"

Dyon calmly looked toward Cativa.

Even knowing that Dyon could at most match her in strength, Cativa felt a shiver tear its way through her spine. Those eyes, they were the eyes of a man who would never take a step back. There was no compromise, no room for discussion. They had crossed his bottom line.

In that moment, a formation core appeared in Dyon's palm.

Back on Soul Rending Peak, the greatest form of protection they had were their formation cores. With them, an elder or Master wielding them could have an explosive increase in strength scaling to how much their souls could withstand. It was a trump card the likes of which could only be matched by the greatest of clans and sects.

This formation core, however, wasn't the same as the one Soul Rending Peak controlled. Instead, this was a formation core Dyon created after studying the original.

Dyon's clone realized after months of intense studying that the formation core was actually a portable formation of sorts. It took a large-scale formation as a base, then made them mobile.