Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

Just when everyone thought that Dyon's life would come to an abrupt, undeserved end, an absolute beauty appeared in the skies. Many soon realized that it was impossible to see her face clearly as it seemed to be shrouded by a veil of mystery. But, that didn't stop their hearts from beating erratically, men and women alike.

The three dragon and qilin True Gods that had turned to leave suddenly stopped in their tracks, their appearances becoming incomparably grave.

The middle-aged man wiped a streak of glistening, gold blood from his lips. Though he was a projection, this image was still connected to his true body. It was more accurate to say that this was his clone.

In reality, only Higher Existences could form projections that could appear at will even across dozens of universes. However, though this man was very close, one could say infinitesimally so, to becoming a Higher Existence, he wasn't quite there just yet.

Simply put, the only reason he could send a projection here was due to the support of Diasho Ken's Life Saving Jade. This Jade was something exceptional geniuses had fused with their souls from birth and was the reason Dyon knew it was futile to try and kill geniuses like Anak.

However, for every benefit, there was a corresponding detriment. While a Higher Existence could easily shrug off the murder of one of their projections, this middle-aged man could definitely not do such a thing. If his projection died, his cultivation would drop by at least one stage.

It took thousands of years, even tens of thousands of years, for a dao expert to take just one step forward. This could easily be seen by the fact Granny Celest still needed half a millennium to reach the 12th dao stage even with the help of the Energy Core.

All of this was to say that the moment the middle-aged man saw the appearance of this beauty, he immediately retrieved his arrogance and flung it to the deepest part of himself. No matter what, even if he had to prostrate himself and lose all face, he couldn't afford to allow his projection to die here.

However, seeing the infuriated appearance of the woman, he felt his heart palpitate. It was an uncomfortable feeling. He couldn't see her features clearly, but he could tell that she was angry…

The middle-aged man gathered himself and bowed. "Esteemed Higher Existence, this little one has sinned."

When the man spoke, never mind the lower tier, even those on the peak tier heard him. When they registered what he said, they felt like their whole worlds were sent into a tailspin. A Higher Existence? There was only one set of people worthy of such a title!

One had to know that even if you were qualified to receive a Life Saving Jade from your Clan, it wasn't guaranteed whose projection would be tied to it. Why would a Higher Existence waste their time and energy to form a Life Saving Jade for a mere member of the younger generation? Because of this, even if a Clan had a Higher Existence, many of their geniuses would at most be given a Life Saving Jade from a Peak Dao Expert like Diasho Ken had been.

But, Dyon actually had a Life Saving Jade a Higher Existence personally forged for him? That was completely unheard of in the tower quadrants!

Who was doubting the power of Dyon's Clan? Anyone who had such thoughts might want to commit suicide to atone for their own stupidity.

True God Aurum snorted. "Turns out he could only be so brave because he had such backing. If I don't raze Low Gold City to the ground today, my name isn't Drathal Aurum!"

All of the respect the dragon and qilin True Gods had given Dyon hit absolute rock bottom. There was nothing they hated more than people who could only pretend to be brave when they had something to fall back on.

With the protection Dyon had of 17 years, razing Low Gold City was obviously impossible, but that didn't mean they didn't have their own plans.

The words of the middle-aged man, however, fell on deaf ears. "You all must die!"

The beauty swung her delicate palm, not to mention the slightly less than 5000 half sword sprites that remained, danger zones for several hundred thousand miles were laid to waste.

The middle-aged man's projection was battered back, a hole the size of a woman's palm blasting through his chest before he could react.

"You…" The anger the middle-aged man tried to keep down came boiling up.

"Me, what?!" The beauty roared. "You thought you could kill my Little Dyon because you were so big and powerful?! Well I'm the big and powerful one now! Go fuck off somewhere!"

The middle-aged man erupted in an explosion of energy, unable to withstand the beauty's might.

Those listening felt a cold sweat mat their backs. There was a Higher Existence who doted upon Dyon to such a degree? Who would dare touch him?

"Hmph." The harrumph of the golden-haired beauty spread throughout the celestial tiers. "Old geezer Abraxus, you actually saved those trash half sword sprites? Just wait until I transcend, I'll give you a piece of my mind!"

The sound of twitching lips resounded through the tower. In truth, none of them knew who this Abraxus was, but there were a few hints from the beauty's words.

Firstly, he saved the slightly less than 5000 half sprites from dying under the beauty's strike. Knowing this, everyone tied Abraxus to the ever-present Tower Monitor. Or, at least, that was what he was known as to these youths.

People rarely had interaction with Abraxus, he only appeared for the five base-level trials, and also during the true trials. Aside from that, he would only appear during rare events.

Due to his scarcity, many ignored him, thinking of him as an item spirit. But… The second thing those around gleaned from this beauty's words was that he was actually a transcendent! Not only was he a transcendent, he was alive right now!