Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

The resources buried too deep to reach by normal means would bubble up and shoot the surface. Those even deeper than that would finally come up enough for reaching them to be viable.

As a result, as a subordinate world, this bubble world's Overseer would most definitely send some of their own here to take advantage of the situation.

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At that moment, Dyon was unaware of this world's coming doomsday. But it was hard to say whether he'd care much if he did know. It wasn't like it was his job to save everyone. As long as Saru and Lilith were fine, he likely wouldn't blink an eye.

Maybe in his youth it would have affected him more. But these days, he felt numb to such things, disconnected, almost.

Either way, the Dyon of now still didn't know. So he sat in his abode planning his next steps. Saru and Lilith were with him, but they were meditating, probably cultivating.

Looking toward them, Dyon could only smile bitterly. He definitely still had some complicated feelings about them. And, them cultivating around him in night gowns like this, looking so vulnerable, definitely wasn't helping.

There was a raging fire in his belly every time he failed to stop himself from glancing at the two small bumps that poked through Lilith's braless gowns and towering chest and every time he saw the defenseless Saru cross her legs without a care as though he couldn't see her panties from this angle.

The blood rushed to his head as he tried to calm himself down.

He was certain these two were doing this on purpose. He really was innocent.

In truth, Saru and Lilith were innocent too. They were only wearing what they thought they should wear to accompany their husband to bed. Seeing that Dyon wasn't resting any time soon, they began to cultivate.

In order to cultivate, one had to enter a state of emptiness. They simply weren't aware of how enticing their bodies were currently. They felt safe enough around Dyon to not mind such things. But if they were alert enough to feel his gaze, it was certain they'd be blushing profusely.

Sleep wasn't exactly strictly necessary for them, but it was still a great way to relax. It was more of a luxury than anything else. Since they knew Dyon wanted to stay here for a while, why not?

Dyon took a deep breath. Clearly having beauties around you had both its good and bad notes. His self-control wouldn't be able to take this for very much longer.

Looking into his inner world, Dyon found a few things to distract himself: the spoils he took from that gang of pirates. As far as he could tell, the vast majority of it were actually volcanic ores and mist glass.

Dyon took out a volcanic ore to study.

It was an irregularly shaped rock with a color pallet that varied from deep red to magenta. If a normal mortal was holding it in his or her hands, there was no doubt they'd lose their arm. In fact, they might not even be able to get close enough without burning to ash.

As far as Dyon could tell, the specific heat capacity of this ore was obscenely high. But he immediately dispelled this thought.

Specific heat capacity should measure how fast you can gain and lose temperature. It was a holistic measurement of both. However, this volcanic ore needed very little energy to shoot up in temperature, but could retain said temperature for a very long time even in a cold environment.

It was truly an anomaly.

'How interesting.' Dyon thought.

As far as he could tell, this ore was probably a dream for fire dao cultivators. On top of this, it was a top-quality ore for making weapon smith hammers and alchemy cauldrons.

Of course, Dyon had Chibi so he didn't need an alchemy cauldron. He also wasn't a blacksmith, so he didn't need their tools either. Plus, he didn't really consider himself a fire dao cultivator, though his flames were powerful. And, even if he did, he could tell that these ores were too weak to withstand the full brunt of his flames.

Losing interesting in the volcanic ore, Dyon brought out a shard of mist glass.

It was a black glass material, similar to obsidian except even more reflective. However, despite being reflective, it oddly showed no reflection at all. It was as though the light bouncing off of it was coming from a different place entirely.

As far as Dyon could tell, no one in this world actually delt in Mist Glass. Instead, they exported it, either because they didn't know what it did, or because they didn't have the means of making the most of it. Either way, if Dyon wanted to know what it was useful for, his simple observations wouldn't be enough.

Just as Dyon planned to focus his Immortal Sense on the small shard, a violent boom suddenly shook the city.

Saru and Lilith startled awake as Dyon's eyes narrowed. Zaneta was being attacked? He was 95% certain it was a puppet state. So who was attacking it?

Dyon swept his senses out, eventually locking onto a seen that made his eyes widen in surprise.

Zaneta City was completely surrounded. From the North, South, East and West, warriors number in the few thousands blocked the city gates.

In the sky, a man wearing a mask formed of bone radiated out with a pressure no Immortal Essence Realm expert could exude.

"… I'm going to start leveling this city. If the one who killed Old Bear doesn't step out, I don't mind flattening the whole of Zaneta until it's nothing but a hole in the ground!"

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"Sure, I don't mind if you watch."

Dyon lowered his gaze from the skies above, looking toward Vargas.

Though Vargas tried to hide it, Dyon could see the skepticism in his eye. This wasn't due to his questioning Dyon's alchemy talent. He had long since been convinced of this. Rather, he wondered why Dyon would be pretending as though he could see the battle above them. Even he as an Immortal Essence expert wasn't qualified to. How could Dyon as a mortal be able to?