Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

Dyon looked over his shoulder to see Berolt barreling after him.

"How annoying, and here I thought he had lost the nerve to come after me. Is this freeloader really so important to him? What exactly did you do to turn him into this kind of man?"

Amethyst's expression darkened. "I did nothing wrong. I only had the bad luck of forming my Immortal Body in this world because my Faith wasn't attached to the Phoenix Clan. As a result, I didn't ascend into one of their star segments and was instead randomly sent here…"

Dyon had almost forgotten. He had come here as a mortal, but for others, they would shed their mortal bodies and reform themselves as Immortals. For a talent like Amethyst, even if she didn't manage to perfect her mortal body, the momentum of forming her Immortal Body would have been completely impossible to miss.

To a small clan like the Nightwell family, finding a beast like Amethyst was probably a great boon, Dyon wouldn't be surprised if she was partly responsible for how powerful they had become and how much power they had managed to maintain in that time.

Though Dyon didn't say so, Amethyst was very lucky that the old pervert seemed to genuinely love her, or else her ending would have been even more tragic and who held her mortal primordial yin would have been the least of her worries.

"I'll be seeing you, old pervert. Next time we meet, I'll be sure to return that punch a hundredfold."

Taking out a talisman he had already prepared, Dyon crushed it and began forming its lines in the air as he walked through it, ignoring Berolt's roars to his bag as the retired Patriarch rushed toward him on a flying disk similar to Crystella's but clearly much more powerful.

"Oh, and you're welcome again for your world core. You'll be thanking me greatly quite soon."

"Venerable Sacharro! We've come to assist you! Berolt, that's enough! The Venerable is under the Dark Flame Tower's protection!"

From Dyon's front Empyrean Baron surged forward on his own flying device.

Dyon smiled. "Oh, Empyrean Baron, good timing. Thanks for the help."

Berolt slowed as Baron smiled warmly, approaching Dyon at a pace not too fast and not too slow.

However, the instant he entered a 50 meter radius of Dyon, his smile turned cold and his speed accelerated. At the same time, Berolt who had seemingly slowed in apprehension also accelerated, cold glints lighting his eyes.

That said.. by the time they realized Dyon's smirk hadn't faded, it was already too late.

"Idiots. As if I would trust you. Thanks for slowing down, though… Gave me just enough time. Oh, and Old Fart Baron, I'll be sure to report your actions well."

Dyon's body flashed and faded, leaving two stunned old men behind.

After a moment of silence, Berolt roared out in indignance. He looked no different from a madman who had finally reached his final breaking point.

From the very beginning, he had never considered the possibility that Dyon could leave without using one of their teleportation arrays. In fact, when he was eliminating possibilities for where Dyon could be, he had directly thrown out that idea entirely.

It wasn't that he hadn't considered talismans. It was just that he ultimately threw out that possibility as well. Talismans of that caliber were too rare, and in order to draw them, one had to be an Empyrean at worst. In addition to this, his granddaughter had told him that Dyon had to rely on their talismans in order to leave that desert bubble world despite calling them crude.

After considering all of this, he had made the conclusion that Dyon couldn't possibly have something like this in his possession because the selling of talismans of that caliber in their Dark Flame bubble world was far too tightly regulated.

Yet, Dyon's actions had spat in the face of his so-called intelligence, completely flipping the world he had thought that he understood on its head.

Even putting Berolt's rage to the side, Baron's expression was likely the ugliest of the two. The former might have lost a woman he thought of as the love of his life, but Amethyst had never really been his to begin with, he was only living in a fantasy. However, Baron's actions might truly lead to the end of his life.

The crime of disobeying a golden cauldron was bad enough, but actively trying to harm the was completely unforgivable. Pill Sword Mountain wouldn't directly act against Berolt, but they would most definitely punish him severely.

Baron's face shifted through all sorts of unnatural colors, the heavy weight on his heart growing. His only chance to survive was if Dyon died before being able to report his folly.

At that moment, a third streak of light cut through the air. It was obvious to the two old men very quickly that this man was their third accomplice, the Guild Head for the formation guild.

"ODELIA, HOW DARE YOU SELL A TELEPORTATION TALISMAN TO THAT BOY?!"

The two roared practically as one, turning vicious attacks toward their friend of many years. Caught completely off guard by the turn of events, Odelia barely reacted, only managing to put up some thin defenses before getting blasted into the ground and coughing up several mouthfuls of blood.

He wasn't a match for Berolt alone to begin with, let alone the fact he now had to deal with a second attack that, though weaker, still came from a powerful Immortal Celestial. He was just a formation specialist, what was he supposed to do in this situation exactly?

"What the hell are you two talking about?!"

Maybe it was the level of indignance in his voice, or maybe it was the fact he should have been more on guard against their attacks if he knew he had betrayed them, but the two enraged old men decided not to levy a follow up. However, in their current states, they still didn't offer an apology, nor did they make any attempts to help the latter.

Odelia could only swallow his anger. "… Just what happened here…"

Finding out the truth through their mouths was like pulling teeth, but when Odelia finally caught a faint glimpse of the truth, his expression was ugly too.

"… And here I thought there would only be good news today…" He muttered.