Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God-Novel



She tried to pull her sword out and strike at Dyon's head directly, but she found that her hand wouldn't move an inch. Dyon's hand was so firmly clamped on it that she found it impossible, no matter how hard she pulled, twisted, and even pushed, he wouldn't budge.

Just as she was about to circulate her energy, realizing the strength of her body wasn't enough, the necklace that hung from her neck was suddenly ripped away. Before she could react, a Presence akin to a Demonic Mountain descended from above.

Under everyone's eyes, Dyon wilted into a flower, disappearing into the wind as grey flecks of ash, yet, somehow Yandevere was struggling to breathe.

Her feet dangled in the sky, but she couldn't move to claw the invisible hand that hung from her neck away. The Presence was simply too fierce. It felt as though it was pouring into her veins, cooling the flow of her blood directly.

At that moment, a sharp knife qi severed her spine. Unable to move her muscles and unable to circulate her energy, her body went absolutely limp as a blinding stream of sealing qi entered her forehead.

Under the shocked gazes of everyone present, the 'dead' Dyon reappeared, his large hand firmly squeezing Yandevere's slender neck. A light smile played on his face as though he was looking at a dancing clown.

Yandevere's head, the only part of her body that seemed to function properly anymore finally showed a true change in expression. She was absolutely horrified.

It was only at that moment that those around understood that Madeleine's tears weren't about the death of Dyon, but rather about the betrayal of her Senior Sister. She had been so certain of her innate ability to read the purity and impurity of others that even she was skeptical when Dyon told her this would happen. But, seeing it unfold exactly like so made it difficult to accept.

Unfortunately for Madeleine, Yandevere was the worst kind of person there was. She didn't sense any impurity in her because Yandevere had no lingering guilt. She casually sold out her fellow disciples and killed people with even a single shadow finding its way to her heart…

A leisurely expression appeared on Dyon's face.

"How…" Yandevere's severely weakened voice called out. She wanted to distract Dyon so that she could accumulate her flames in her eyes and deal a fatal blow. Even if she ended up becoming blind, it was worth it.

Dyon raised an eyebrow as though he was looking at an idiot. "You're too stupid. First of all, when I handed you all grandmaster teleportation arrays to use, while it made sense for Sabona, given her personality, to not use them to join up with us, it's completely irresponsible of you as First Senior Sister to do the same. It became obvious very quickly that instead of using the array to meet up with me, you went to meet someone else.

"Unfortunately for you, I was aware that you used the array immediately yet didn't appear before me. Maybe if I didn't end up stuck in a mountain of coarse silver for several months, I would have been ambushed from the very beginning.

"But that's fine." Dyon said with a shrug. "Maybe I'm wrong and you instead used knowledge you had as a Flaming Lily Sect disciple to go to some sort of mapped treasure trove. It would be a bit shameless of you to use my resources in such a way, but I was already used to dealing with shameless Flaming Lily Sect disciples."

Those within the Demon Sage Tower blushed with shame. Dyon had gone out of his way to help them for Madeleine's sake, yet when he faced enemies on all sides at the demonic gorge, none of them stepped up to help. Then there was Kali who felt more embarrassed than them all. He truly was used to dealing with the shameless side of these disciples…

"But then, what was even more odd was that you agreed to my 'foolish' plan to enter the second phase castle without hesitation. Again, that's something I expect from Sabona, but from you?

"It also became fairly clear that you cared little for your fellow disciples because not only did you not ask for them a single time during the 6 months you spent in my tower, it was even up to Sabona to ask about Madeleine's wellbeing and not you. Honestly, you're a top tier First Senior Sister, truly."

Dyon shook his head, chuckling lightly. Did this girl think she was some sort of top level spy? She left so many openings everywhere.

"But sure," Dyon shrugged again, "Maybe that's just your personality. Quiet, reserved, unfeeling… However, that's the weird part. Why would you act so unfeeling now when my wife swears by how much you've helped her? I wonder what reason a person with such a black heart would have to be so caring for my wife? It can't be that you planned to make use of her innocence for your own gains, could it?"

Dyon's eyes turned murderous as his grip on Yandevere's throat tightened.

"I was willing to still give you the benefit of the doubt, but you practically spit in my face during the second phase. Do you think I couldn't tell you used a sword? What use would a swordswoman have for a whip if it wasn't to delay me from retrieving the 13 keys?

"About the only smart thing you did in the last two years was not attacking me yourself. Because had you, you would have surely died!"

Dyon brought up his fingers quickly, jamming them into Yandevere's eye sockets, and destroying whatever semblance of vision she had left.

"Even in the end, you choose poorly. The thing I fear the least in this world are flames!"ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ ɴovᴇl_Firᴇ.ɴet

Yandevere's miserable screeched filled the hot air. With a thought, Dyon threw her into the tower dungeons in a cell right beside the three kitsune geniuses.