Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

"Either way," The Archer continued, a bit of pride seeping through in his voice, "I was still able to make a name for myself. I entered the Valley of Geniuses not too much later after I exited my God trials and caught the eye of a good man who gave me a legacy far surpassing that of what I could have hoped for. Although it was only a set of Heaven level techniques, I was more grateful than you could believe.

"I made my way up to the Celestial Floors not long after and began to fight for my new opportunities. Not long later, I was given the Prince of Archery epithet because I had awakened the spirit of my bow.

"My progression after that sky-rocketed and I stepped into the dao formation realms at just 600 years old."

Dyon nodded with admiration. Although 600 years old was older than his master's age when she stepped into that realm, it had to be considered that the Archer had spent centuries within the God trials first. To still be so quick afterward, it could truly be said that he had stepped into his own.

"When I reached the dao floors, I felt that I was finally powerful enough to seek out the treasures from the map, and that I did. However, that moment could be said to be the first mistake I made in my life…

"As you know, it's impossible to climb the tower with a clan backing you. In order to step further, the more territory your clan needed. So, the fact that I stepped onto the dao formation floors should be enough to tell you that I never cut ties with my clan despite every hint telling me that I should.

"I trusted the wrong people and suddenly a secret that I had kept with me for more than a century became news sold off to the highest bidder.

"By that point, I had raised the level of my clan from the 83rd position to the 42nd, however that was still nothing in the face of those power houses, especially since I was alone.

"I can imagine what those bastards thought," The Archer laughed in anger, "What did a beggar like me from such a weak quadrant want with such a powerful Legacy World? What right did I have to monopolize it for myself?

"Of course, I had no idea that those I had seen as my closest friends had betrayed me." The Archer's spirit shook, he was filled with such rage that he couldn't even name those individuals. "So, I went to the Legacy World. After months of near-death experiences, I finally received the Legacy. But, who would have known that I would be greeted with that mocking and shameless faces of a near half dozen clans from various quadrants.

"By that point, I was beaten and tired. What chance did I stand?" Somehow, the Archer's voice had once again filled with pride as a sneer shone through in his words. "I made those bastard's pay for their greed. I slew them all where they stood and with the last of my strength, I stumbled back to my clan and slaughtered those responsible in my rage."

Dyon's eyes shone as he listened, feeling every bit of the Archer's frustration and gratification.

"Unfortunately, I died not long after. Although the treasures I received in the Legacy World gave me otherworldly levels of fighting strength, it didn't make me immortal. I had too many enemies and too many injuries. I succumbed to them soon after…"

The Archer sighed. "Forget all of that. I got my revenge and I died in relative peace. Although those six clans who attacked me still exist, they're not doing so well after losing so many of their top experts, and my former clan is even worse off. If they were ranked 100th right now, I wouldn't be surprised."

Dyon coughed awkwardly, causing the Archer to look up in surprise.

"No…" The Archer started before breaking out into laughter. "It's no surprise that we're ranked 100th. We were barely 83rd before and only raised up because of me. When I came back, I slaughter many of their best talents and all of the elders. It's no surprise they've fallen so far."

Dyon had a weird expression on his face when he saw the Archer's happiness.

The spirit waved his hand. "It's no big deal to me, kid. I never had any family. A huge part of the reason my clan dared to treat me so poorly was because they never agreed to an orphan becoming their key wielder. The only reason I survived for so long while laying with such scorpions and poisonous snakes is because those fools manage to send someone powerful enough that was also young enough to enter the same floors as me. And, by the time I reached the dao floors, none of them could match me."

The Archer's heavy mood was completely lifted as he laughed uproariously. "Those bastards finally got what they deserved. Their legacies mean nothing but shit now.

"Come, kid. Accept my legacy. I'll give you the set of Heaven level techniques that old man from the valley gave me back then, and I'll also tell you where I hid the legacy from the map. Think about it, isn't it a good deal? I had to risk life and limb, but you can just pick them up for free. I hid them in a very particular abyssal core, there's a little danger, but nothing compared to what I went through.

"How did I defeat so many powerful enemies at once? Isn't it because I received the ultimate God of Archery Legacy?"

Dyon would be lying if he said he wasn't intrigued. The Dragon King could morph into almost every weapon, but a bow wasn't among them. The black band on Dyon's wrist was made of a very particular metal that could be molded to his wishes, but it was limited as well. One of the things it had problems replicating was the string of a bow.

Theoretically, as long as Dyon provided the string, the Dragon King could form the body. But, for obvious reasons, the logistics of such a matter was more trouble than it was worth.

Because of this, the bow was one of the few weapons Dyon had never tried.

The Archer squirmed anxiously under Dyon's silence which caused the 25th White Mother to giggle. Her disciple was so bad, making such an expert uncomfortable despite him not having anything to worry about.

"Kid, I promise you that the true King of Weapons is the bow and arrow. What is the only unbeatable strike? Isn't it the one that can't be retaliated against? What could match the range of a bow and arrow? In my prime, I got pin a fly to a wall completely unharmed from thousands of miles away. This is the power of an Archer!"

Dyon's ring flashed as a Spiritual level bow appeared in his hand. It had a beautiful 3-meter-long silver body and was etched with few Comet level arrays that improved eyesight.

Of course, this bow was from the vault of weapons left behind by the Celestial Deer Sect. Dyon had wanted to give it to Clara, but she found it too large and heavy.

As for how Dyon had it, it was of course because he had gone to Eli to take his main spatial ring back. Without a ring capable of housing the living, how would he save those slaves of the Soul Market?

Dyon took a deep breath, holding the bow before him and closing his eyes as though he was visualizing something.

"Good bow!" The Archer exclaimed. The bow in his lifetime had been destroyed in his fight, but it had to be said that before its spirit awakened, it had only been a 1st stage Spiritual treasure. The bow in Dyon's hand was a Peak Spiritual treasure corresponding to the 9th stage, it was only missing a few things to be upgraded to the 12th stage.

Inwardly, he was shocked. He had never seen such an odd occurrence. At the beginning, he could tell that Dyon was a novice. But, after standing with the bow in his hand for what seemed like a few seconds, his form was already becoming more and more mature. Was it really possible to practice without even pulling the string? What kind of bullshit was this?

"I think I can do it." Dyon suddenly said. After fighting with Diana, he had become more and more intrigued with the bow and arrow. Although he liked the idea of close combat, there was also something about controlling a battlefield from the skies that also appealed to him.

'Little Dyon, you've comprehended the Weapon's Master Will?' Dyon's master asked in shock. The only way someone could go from being a novice to learning a weapon so quickly was that way.

Dyon laughed lightly. 'Only to the first will level. My wills were sealed soon afterward, so it's not nearly as effective as it should be. If it wasn't sealed, the moment I touched a bow I'd be comparable to someone who had understood it to the 9th will level, and with a little practice, the 1st intent level.'

The moment the 25th White Mother understood was the very same moment the Archer understood.

"You can really shock people to death kid…" He muttered to himself. Understanding a supreme law at such a young age was just too shocking. It wasn't the same as the Void Clan kitsune, because Dyon was human. Their bloodline practically forced Void wills down their throats while Dyon's did no such thing.

"I can accept." Dyon said with a smile. He had brought out the bow for exactly this effect. "But, I have a few conditions."