Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

Like this, when those so-called Immortal Hunters came, they'd find lingering remnants of a teleportation that took them to a world he was nowhere near.

In addition, they'd then realize that Dyon had the ability to teleport to world's himself, thus making it less likely that they would come to find him on the void battlefield.

The only flaw in this plan was that these hunters most definitely didn't share information amongst themselves, after all, they were rivals fighting after his bounty. As a result, the impact of this misdirection would be a bit lacking. However, Dyon had considered this as well…

Who would this scheme be most likely to affect? Wouldn't it be those hunters with the highest level of skill that managed to both arrive at his location before most others and managed to complete the incredibly difficult task of 'tracking' him?

If he could cause those monsters to lag behind by a few steps, believing themselves to be intelligent, then wouldn't it be worth it?

"… Yes…" Amethyst said.

She was still unaware of exactly where they were. She likely believed that this was just another bubble world with strong suppressive abilities. It wasn't as though she had ever stepped foot out of the Dark Flame bubble world.

Her words had barely come out when Dyon gave her a thumbs up and sent her out, leaving no one but the three of them.

...

"What?" Dyon blinked innocently.

Saru and Lilith could only look toward each other and then sigh. They found Dyon's actions to be a bit too abrupt and cruel, but it seemed that he still hadn't forgiven her for trying to kill him. If there was one thing Dyon definitely was aside from arrogant, it was petty.

"You didn't give us a chance to see, did you succeed with the world core?"

Dyon grinned.

**

Back in the Dark Flame bubble world, three old men were seeing a sight they couldn't have ever imagined.

The once violent, gaseous space filled with skin, muscle and bone shearing energies had become as docile as a baby lamb. Not only this, but the space had suddenly become the chilliest place in the entire bubble world despite the fact it could only be considered at normal room temperature.

Never had the laws been so clean and organized. Instead of having to battle for every inch, it felt as though the truth behind their existence was welcoming them all in, seeking to invite them to a world beyond their wildest imaginations.

To say that Dyon had given not just the Nightwell Clan, but the entire bubble world the greatest gift they had ever stumbled upon was the underestimation of ages. Just from being in this place for a small while made Berolt feel as though a bottleneck that hadn't moved in millions of years for him loosen just the smallest bit. It filled him with a feeling that made his previous rage completely collapse.

"Shut the entrance! Now!" Berolt roared to the guards.

Not daring to delay for even a small moment, the loyal guards of the Nightwell Clan immediately jumped into action, surging forward with their nascent soul qi and turning the transparent gears and runes that floated in the air.

At this point, Berolt's expression was unsightly. He couldn't decide whether he should be thanking Dyon, or strangling him to death for leaving such a ticking timebomb with him without a single word of explanation. The value of such a thing could not be explained even if he had all of eternity to do so!

Unfortunately, there were too many around who had witnessed this. The members of the Vio Clan were still loitering around the entrance, tending to the half-dead Conan. At the same time, even if they weren't here, the cat would be out of the bag simply by virtue of the fact Baron and Odelia had been with him during the opening.

He himself hadn't entered the world core personally in countless years, so had it not been for Odelia, he wouldn't have even known about it to begin with. Now his only chance was the fact he was the most powerful of them all and the most keenly aware of the changes.

After barely a split moment of thought, he made a decision.

"Die."

Elder Vio, caught completely off guard, could do nothing as a flaming palm burnt him and the barely holding on Conan to death. To say that those around were shocked was an understatement. Even his own son and daughter-in-law seemed frozen in time.

However, the old pervert turned toward his friends of old.

"Do you two understand?"

These were the only words he said. He didn't try to give any context, nor did he try to explain himself. He simply let them hang in the air without a word. However, in his mind, he had already resolved himself to attack if they showed even the slightest bit of hesitancy.

But, it seemed like he was right about these two friends of his.

On the Immortal Plane, the Immortal Law Realm was a massive watershed. For every million Immortal Celestials, there was only a small chance that one Immortal Law expert might appear. The difficulty in crossing this last hurdle was far too difficult to many.

At the same time, while it was difficult, the rewards were simply too great. The difference in treatment between the two realms was like night and day. In fact, it wasn't just about the individual either. This bubble world would undergo a great evolution the moment its first Immortal Law expert was born, allowing their next generations to experience a meteoric growth.

This was why Berolt made such a decision. The Vio Clan was more powerful than them, but this was only because they had two on his level rather than the single one their Nightwell Clan had. Even they didn't have a single Immortal Law expert.

The moment he broke through… This star segment would be his!

If this wasn't such an important opportunity, how could Baron dare take the risk of falling out with Pill Sword Mountain?