Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

"Ah, you're unaware of who I am yet I've competed with you for so many years already."

It seemed like the young man was lamenting something, but his equally as expressionless gaze gave way to the truth that he truly didn't care whether or not Dyon knew him. He was obviously just as arrogant. To him, Dyon was nothing more than an ant.

It was quite curious of him to have this stance considering the fact his cultivation was only of the Lower Dao Formation Realm. The 3rd Dao Stage, in fact.

"You may not know who I am, but I am well aware of who you are.

"Dyon Sacharro. Born to a family of mortals. Husband of five and father of one.

"Didn't begin cultivating until he was 15 yet didn't enter the Essence Gathering Realm until he was 29.

"Is the successor of the Celestial Deer Sect. The Emperor of the Mortal Empire. And the only one who remains in memory to succeed in building such a large hegemon in a single lifetime.

"However, what many don't know is that this isn't the first time he's done this. It's in fact the second time. For a single man to succeed in such a goal not once but twice, what a grand feat, indeed."

The young man repeated these words without much emotion, though much of these truths shocked Kaori to his core.

"Do you want to know why we had you kill all of these Overlords? It's simple really. The more powerful you are, the more important you are to a timeline. For an anomaly like you, your backlash was coming in due time regardless. You just happened to help us speed it along…

"… Since you've killed the only woman I've ever loved, I'm currently in need of a few sows to rebuild my Clan. With you soon to be out of the picture, I'll soon have several top-quality ones."

"Oh."

Dyon's voice was as steady as the blood-soaked ground beneath his feet.

"I guess killing you will be somewhat enjoyable now."

Dyon gazed toward the young man as though he was looking at an ant. His scythe rested on his hand, his back straight enough to pierce the skies above.

Seeing that Dyon didn't ask any questions, nor lose himself in a fit of rage, Kaori began to feel extremely uncomfortable. He had an itchiness in his heart he was eager to pour out. It was as though he was punching toward nothing but air.

It had been a hundred years… a hundred years since that battle. Dyon was both his nightmare and his obsession. Yet, after tempering himself for so long, the object of his rage hardly spared him a glance.

In fact, he could feel that it wasn't just him who was being ignored. Even though Dyon's gaze was focused on the normal looking young man, it was as though he was looking right through him. It was obvious that Dyon was focused on this young man not because he took him seriously, but only because he was currently the biggest threat. Nothing more, nothing less.

"Are you going to continue to waste my time? Or are you going to bring those thirteen out? No… It should be eleven. No matter what tricks you used, it would be impossible for you to control that Clan."

Dyon's emotionless words caused Kaori's heart to tremble.

It didn't seem that it was necessary for any more to be said. Eleven more figures appeared, each representing the pinnacle strength of the three facet Overlord.

The Ancestors of the Orcs, the Medusa Clan, the Cyclopes, the Torus Clan, the Undead Clan, the Cerebrus Clan, the Insect Royals, the Golden Crow Clan, the Griffons, the Unicorns, and the Phoenixes…

Dyon necked cracked as he slowly rolled it. Even with his aura weakening, even with him being the only one on the ground, he seemed to look down on them all.

Various auras swirled around the battlefield. Any one of them could intimidate an empire, yet it was all for a singular young man.

One could say that Dyon didn't even look all that impressive. Aside from his looks, he wasn't very imposing in other aspects. He dressed casually, without even a shirt for his bare chest. His cultivation wasn't very high, only being at the peak dao realm. And, on top of this, it seemed that he was already at the end of his rope. Was he really already burning his soul?

If he had to go so far for their subordinates, was there really a need for them to go all out like this?

However, as time passed, their expressions grew more serious. The burning of one's soul was supposed to last an incredibly short period of time. Why was it that this youth didn't seem eager to attack them at all? Wasn't he running out of time?

Also, wasn't the intensity of this soul burning too low? And why was it so controlled? After going all out to burn one's soul, it should have been impossible to keep it so restrained. Yet, they couldn't even tell what Dyon's true level of soul strength was.

"Still not attacking?" Dyon tilted his head as though curious. "Ah, are you still waiting for my strength to lower by more? This still isn't enough for you, hm? Well, I don't mind waiting with you."

Dyon's nonchalant attitude filled them with unease.

"We can have a nice back and forth while we wait. What do you guys want to talk about?"

Seeing that no one responded, Dyon continued unperturbed.

"Ah, we can talk about how the mighty Overlord Clans became the dogs of two Dao Formation cultivators? That's a little embarrassing don't you think? What would your daughters and sons think knowing their parents were scuttling rats?"

Rage couldn't possibly encompass what these 11 Overlords were feeling. To reach their cultivation realms, they should have long since gained hearts as calm as a lake. Yet, simple words from Dyon completely infuriated them for some reason.