Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

"Less bullshit, Roe. Give me the man who killed Old Bear or you can sit here and watch your whole city crumble. You might not care about the people here, but I know you most definitely care about the money it makes you. How else are you going to get the resources you need to cultivate the Immortal Saint Realm without it?

"Either you learn to take a step back, give me the life that deserves to be ended and the shipment that was stolen, and we can go our own separate ways. Or, you'll suffer greater losses."

Considering the kind of man Skull was, for him to be willing to speak so many words, it was obvious he held this Roe in high regard. And also judging by these words, this man was very likely the City Lord of Zaneta.

"I've told you already, I had nothing to do with it." Roe yawned, blocking another strike. "I would much rather be sleeping right now than battling you. Why would I antagonize you now?"

Skull sneered. "Maybe because you know there's a good chance this city is going to go up in smoke soon. If that's the case, there's no problem with you sacrificing it a bit early, now is there?"

Roe's eyes narrowed, but he didn't bother to respond, regaining his lazy appearance.

"I'll find out sooner or later what happened, Roe. Do you think I would leave such a shipment without protections and fail safes?"

Seeing Roe's face remain expressionless, Skull began to wonder if Zaneta city really had nothing to do with it. Or maybe Roe was confident in his methods enough that he wasn't worried?

No, that couldn't be it. His method could be hidden from those even with the sharpest senses. It had nothing to do with how sharp you were and everything to do with how much you knew about the characteristics of the items in question. And, Skull was certain no one knew more about mist glass than himself. As for the volcanic ore, he didn't care as much about it.

Suddenly, the expression of both men changed drastically. In a tacit understanding, they both simultaneously stopped battling and fell to a single knee, placing a fist across their hearts.

The skies trembled as space tore apart. The fluctuations of a powerful Empyrean grade treasure spread across the battlefield. But, the two Immortal Saints didn't dare feel a shred of greed.

From the void, three figures stepped out. One was a beauty that captivated the heart, the remaining two seemed to be refined gentleman, all of whom wore red robes.

The fluctuations in their energy made it obvious that all three were Immortal Saints. But, compared to the aged appearances of Roe and Skull, they were all in the prime of their youth. It was either they had and impossible amount of talent, or unlike Roe and Skull who had to work their way up from the Lower Immortal Essence Realm, these three had a lineage so robust that they were directly born as Immortal Saints!

As Skull's head was bowed, he suddenly felt a ripple go off in his heart.

'The mist glass!' His body trembled, but he didn't dare to move.

Neither Dyon nor Skull realized their sudden connection. Dyon had taken out the mist glass before, but it had been within a concealment array he personally drew. Even Skull's means couldn't penetrate it. But this time, he had done so within an array drawn by a formation master of Zaneta city. Their difference in quality was too stark.

"It's about time. Should happen any moment now…" One of the three youths spoke without bothering for the kneeling warriors all around them.

Even as his voice landed, the earthen sands filled with shards of glass began to tremble violently.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

All across the horizon, fiery pillars of red lava shot into the skies, pouring down in a deathly rain.

Dyon's gaze narrowed. It seemed he needed to deal with this lack of mental energy problem as soon as possible. For him to miss such a big brewing event was unacceptable.

'Finding a method to quickly improve mental energy is too tall a task. I need to change how I use my Immortal Sense instead.'

Dyon was too used to his senses being infallible. In truth, learning to economize one's senses was one of the first things a cultivator should learn. But, Dyon had never needed to. In fact, that day he concentrated his divine sense into a line to find out that his constitution's world was the Ancient Battlefield was the only time in his life he could remember ever doing so.

"Saru, Lilith."

Without hesitation, the two closed in on Dyon, finding a place by his sides.

"What's going on here exactly, Vargas?"

Vargas' face was even paler than when he had had his hands on Dyon's mist glass.

"… It… It erupted… This bubble world is finished…"

Dyon ignored Vargas. Clearly he had lost his cool, trying to get any information out of him now would only waste his time.

'Oh?' Dyon's senses locked onto the three youths in red robes, observing curiously.

A deep sneer coated his features when he saw all the kneeling A deep sneer coated his features when he saw all the kneeling warriors. Regardless of the side they had fought on, they put down their weapons without hesitation.

'Someone's trying to lock onto me? Good luck with that.'

Dyon sensed Skull trying to find him. But compared to Dyon, he was far too clumsy. An Immortal Saint still locked into using Divine Sense would never have a chance at finding him if he didn't want to be found.

Due to the fact soul cultivation split into two path after entering the Immortal Realms, even the alchemists of Venerable grade and even many of the Empyrean Grade, couldn't be considered Spiritual Sages.

One of these days, Vargas would realize that what was truly limiting him in seeing heavenly herbs and analyzing them the way Dyon did were his weak senses. Then, he'd be even more shocked to realize that the man he knew as a mortal was actually already a Spiritual Sage.