Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God-Novel



After his soul entered the dao realm, the abilities of the treasures of the 33 heavens that were bound to him to a large step forward as well. One had to know that unless you were a Higher Existence, it was impossible to touch upon even 10% of their true abilities. But, for Dyon, whose soul was already better than most dao experts at the celestial realm, he could already accomplish this feat!

Of course, he was only able to reach this level with soul path treasures of the 33 heavens. But, considering only the Energy Core wasn't of this path, he had nothing to complain about.

Simply put, with Dyon's soul vastly improving, the abilities of the Soul Tome also increased, thus speeding up its ability to heal his soul.

Ri looked off into the distance, recognizing the figures that were rushing over. One of them was an elder woman she respected. She was the First Elder who had seen Ri and Clara off before they left for the Dark Ocean, First Elder Viola.

As for the two others who followed after her, there was one Minor Elder of the Mist Clan who could only be considered a Pseudo Dao expert, and the other was Second Elder Mist. Second Elder Mist had also been there to see Ri and Clara off, but her sincerity was of a far different sort of ilk.

It was quite obvious that the one who had called for Dyon to stop was Second Elder Mist.

"Three."

Weren't the three of them very foolish to believe they were safe now that their elders were rushing over? The speed of a dao expert was tremendous, crossing several thousand kilometers in the blink of an eye. But, were they faster than the stroke of Dyon's finger?

Dyon's finger descended once more.

This time, the blinding flash of golden sword qi took Anabella's leg before she could react. One had to know that Damaris could toy with Anabella to death as a middle celestial. What did a mere 6th Order genius have in the face of a 9th Order one?

Since Dyon didn't have to take a step to defeat Damaris, what chance did Anabelle have?

Although Anabella didn't cry out as pitifully as Chrysanthemum, her injury was even more severe. Along with her leg, a large portion of her hip was severed. Her intestines leaked from the side. The cut was so severe that the head of her ovaries were also visible.

Was Dyon inaccurate? He had stated that he'd claim a limb, so why were all his attacks so severe?

Of course not. He attacked so harshly on purpose. If he had taken a centimeter more from Chrysanthemum, her heart would have split in half under his blade. Had he taken a centimeter more from Anabella, she would have lost half her reproductive abilities in an instant.

Why was it that he didn't bother to attack Anak? It obviously wasn't because he was able to, nor was it because his background was too fierce.

The Water Mist Sect was ranked 9th while the Emperor Giant Clan was a mere 11th ranked Clan. If comparing the Mist Clan and the Emperor Giant Clan directly, offending the former was far more dangerous. The Emperor Giant Clan was relying on Anak's future growth to finally break into the 4th-9th ranks. As of now, they were unworthy.

Second, Anak was still far weaker than Anabella. Although he had broken into the celestial realm and climbed to the celestial floor, he was still lacking in comparison to a 6th Order Higher Celestial.

So why did Dyon act this way? It was to show Anak just how inferior he was!

You dared to claim that you'd humiliate my woman behind my back? Watch as I cripple yours before your eyes. You claim that you'd be able to defeat me in battle? Watch as I disdain to attack you and easily defeat someone by far your better. Follow current s on novelenglish.net . Fire(.)nᴇt

This sort of slap to the face would entrench Anak's Heart Demon so firmly that he'd never be able to climb out of the abyss.

"One."

"You dare!?"

"Two."

It was as though Dyon didn't notice trouble was approaching. As far as he was concerned, they wouldn't get here before he struck once more. Did this second elder really believe he would stop because she told him so? Dyon could only see red. It was already taking everything in him to not slice their heads from their necks, yet this woman wanted him to stop. What an absolute joke.

Anak knew exactly how to make this stop. Dyon had said very clearly that for every three seconds they didn't roll out of his sight, he'd take another limb. If he wanted him to stop attacking, he simply had to run away. But, could he do such a thing?

Among the True Gods, which of them turned away in the face of a challenge? There were only 11 of them for a very specific reason. Of the trillions upon trillions of individuals that lived in their tower quadrants, only they had the spirit of true warriors!

Even if he died today, even if he was humiliated beyond reason, he wouldn't take a single step back!

Anak roared into the skies, the shimmering image of an Emperor Giant appearing to his back. Wings spread across the back of his manifestation, coloring the skies with just the faintest shade of red.

A golden glaive with a serrated edge appeared in his hand. Its polearm was five meters long while its blade alone was a meter to itself. Its body was covered in ancient patterns that shimmered with a holy light, but its blade was as black as night.

Every True God had their own fortuitous encounters, and every one received at least one supreme grade treasure from their trials. This was their reward as True Gods.

For Anak, he took this mighty glaive that had a history connected to his Nephilim Tribe. One had to remember that all Giants were considered humans who had integrated with ancient bloodlines. Anak's Clan happened to have faintly fused with angels some time in the past, making them one of the stronger branches of the Nephilim Tribe.

This glaive was a former heirloom of the Nephilim Tribe, the main weapon of their 341st Ruler, Raphaim the Great. It was once a Six Star Weapon, but time waited for no man or treasure. Today, it couldn't even be counted as a star treasure, and was now a 4th Planet Grade Glaive.

Still, no matter what… it was still a Supreme Grade weapon!

The faint red image of a half-step dao glaive intent shimmered into existence behind Anak. Heaven's Blessing fell from the sky, shrouding him a golden light that threatened to disperse the dark clouds above.

This was the path of a True God. In the face of immense pressure, Anak's glaive intent shattered the One with World barrier and charged into the One with Dao.

He followed the path of the war lord. He was willing to leave blood and destruction in his wake, prepared to suffer the punishment of the heavens as long as he could continue to take another step forward. He would never step back! Even in the face of his own death!

"[War Lord's Advance]!"

Anak's glaive seemed to draw a horizontal line across space, tearing the world in half.