Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

"Alright… I guess that's it for this place… Maybe I'll come back another time to absorb the rest of the two stars… For now, my body has had enough of that kind of energy."

Dyon felt that it was important not to only gather as much energy as he could, but to also diversify said energy. How could it be possible to perfectly break away from the Heavens if his foundation was only built upon a few things? He had no choice but to become a master of all.

The only shame in this trip was that Dyon hadn't found any fundamental runes related to Laws. Dyon only now realized that despite the fact Laws were just one step above Daos, reaching them wasn't so simple… There was a reason Immortal Law experts had their name.

Such a reality was why comprehension facet Overlords were so rare.

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Outside Mount Volaire, the signs of the eruption event ending was becoming clearer and clearer.

Of the dozen or so Immortal Saints of the desert bubble world who managed to enter, many of them managed to survive, but there were two who were strikingly missing. The absence of Skull and Roe didn't matter much to Crystella and the two young men, but to the desert world Immortal Saints, it felt like an explosion in their minds.

"Miss Nightwell, there's really no need to stay here any longer. It's obvious that he overestimated himself and ended up dying. You know we can't be late for that event… Our harvests already aren't bad." Tedric tried to persuade Crystella for the umpteenth time.

The hours ticked by and Crystella's frown only deepened. Soon, the rumbling of the mountain settled down and the temperature began to slowly drop. It was obvious that the eruption event was over now.

Crystella sighed. "Let's go."

Just when Crystella wanted leave, a sharp oppressive aura caused her to freeze. In that moment, she felt as though her blood had coagulated, slowing to the point it solidified.

A shiver traveled down her spine as her grip wrapped tightly around the fan in her hand.

If she was in such a state, one could only imagine the plight of the others. Kywen and Tedric fell to their knees atop Crystella's flying treasure. As for the Immortal Saints of the bubble world who had only waited around out of respect, they were greatly regretting their actions now, falling and tumbling down the mountain side before just barely catching themselves.

The man who appeared carried a fiendish aura. The whites of his eyes were instead more appropriately called blacks, the only color in his gaze being the yellow reptilian pupils that flickered with murderous intent. His hair swept past even his feet, flying behind him more like a cape than anything else. His skin was an inhuman shade of black, darker than even the most starless and moonless night sky. The only signs that it was skin and not a sheet of formed metal were the pulsing red veins over his bare chest and heart.

He stood nude in the skies without a care, but his mere presence alone was suffocating.

It was at that point that another presence appeared. He too was bare chested, though the lower portion of his body was covered by pants made of soft fabrics, and his hair was not nearly as long while his skin was a much more natural tone.

He yawned, stretching his limbs out as though to prove he cared even less than the previous arrival did.

"Oh, old lizard. You finally made it here. Gotta say, that look is good for you. Very scary." Dyon held up his fingers in an "okay" sign.

The Dragon King's bat-like wings flapped. A fiendish grin curled his lips. Dyon wasn't very shocked to see a sharpened row of shark teeth, but he was a bit off put by the fact they were black as well.

"Never mind. That's not scary, that's just gross." Dyon grimaced and cringed.

Crystella's gaze slowly turned toward Dyon, as though scared that if she moved too quickly, the Dragon King would kill her first. She simply couldn't understand what was going on. Dyon knew this Dragon? And even dared to call him an old lizard? What was going on?

Dragons, even the weakest of them, were untouchable existences. They were a Hegemon that stood on par with Pill Sword Mountain. Crystella didn't dare to offend such a person.

On top of this, even if the Dragon King didn't have such backing, she still wouldn't dare to offend him lightly. The Dragon King's cultivation was far below hers, but lineage was far too important on the immortal plane. Suppression didn't just happen between those of the same race, but happened across all races here.

One shouldn't take Dyon as an example. A normal mortal could only grovel before an Immortal. It wasn't just a matter of power, but of a difference in quality.

It had to be remembered that immortals could instinctually point out a mortal by the movement of the air, qi and earth around them. This logic extended toward Immortals as well. Different qualities of Immortal Bodies received separations in the support they received from the Heavens.

Just by existing, Crystella suppressed Tedric and Kywen because she was born with a higher grade Immortal Body. By the same token, despite the fact the Dragon King received the weakest of Dragon blood Immortal Bodies due to the fact he transcended from the mortal plane, he was still several levels superior to a weaker bloodline like the Nightwell Clan.

The difference between Crystella and the Dragon King was already so large, yet Dyon had already strolled by her, in the air no less as though an Immortal Law expert, and stood a mere meter away from the Dragon completely unperturbed.

"… It took me 70 years to make it here… You've become quite famous in that time… Congratulations on your third place finish, I feel like I've watched you grow up."

Dyon wasn't very surprised by the Dragon King's casual and light demeanor despite his appearance. After all, the Dragon King was a known prankster. Why else would he keep half his spirit on the mortal plane for entertainment?

Instead, he tilted his head in confusion for another reason. "Third place?"