Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God-Novel



Wilder's eyes widened. It wasn't just his, every disciple witnessing this seemingly nonchalant attack of True God Sacharro felt their hearts seize.

Pain, agony, blood, murder. Emotions of terrible massacre and the depths of hell pervaded their minds.

Danger. This man was dangerous. So dangerous that they should run. Run as far as they could right now before it was too late. Until that is… it was too late.

Wilder tried to dodge, surpassing his body's limit to activate several more hidden runic veins. His reaction time spiked, his muscles bulged, and several of his blood vessels burst. Even if he survived this, his chances of fighting for any sort of legacy had dropped to zero. No one's body could survive the simultaneous activation of so many runic veins!

It was at that moment that Wilder realized his so-called buffs meant nothing in the face of this attack's speed. No matter what he did, it was useless. It would pierce his heart and he would die.

To the side, Blythe who had frozen much like most others realized this as well. But, she couldn't allow Wilder to die. It wasn't that she cared for his life, but rather that she cared for her own. Only the two of them together could keep the guild disciples in line toward the same goal. Without his influence, she would lose control over the peak celestials of his factions and thus her chances at succeeding would also plummet.

Her delicate hands lifted into the air, pressing her two forefingers together and drawing them into a circle in the air. If one had time to think about it, they would realize just how talented this young lady was to activate a magic circle in such a minor time frame.

"[Condense]!"

The air seemed to suffocate around the surroundings. If the former density had been just 1, it was now over a 1000!

Sheets of invisible, condensed air appeared in the path of the bloody red line. Although it barely lost a partial percent of its speed, this interference was just enough for Wilder to avoid a blow to his heart. However… That wasn't without losing his entire left arm and a large portion of his chest and shoulder.

A bloody hole more slightly more than a foot across blasted through Wilder's body, causing his eyes to dim in pain.

God Goldeen slightly tilted his head to the side, allowing the ruby spear to sail paste him before disappearing into a wisp of smoke.

His eyes narrowed. Only a fool would believe that that wasn't only purpose. To think that he would toy with Wilder to such an extent that he even drew a trajectory toward him.

The worst part was that Christian III thought that he had dodged, but the bloody line on his cheek told a different story entirely.

Dyon didn't even watch as Wilder's body fell from the sky, a light sneer was on his face as he watched God Goldeen wipe the blood from his cheek. "Consider that punishment for daring to send your petty henchman to stop my progress."

'Arrogant!' Who would pick a fight with the Sapientia Guilds and a God at the same time?! How could they not all simultaneously have this exact evaluation of True God Sacharro.

When they had first seen him appear, his eyes were so gentle and he was so handsome that they hadn't noticed it at all. But this young man's whole demeanor was one that looked down on the world entirely. Even if they all threatened his life now, even if he knew he would lose his life, he wouldn't back down even an inch!

Plus, could they really be certain that they could kill him here? Just how many life saving treasures would such a genius be given by their Clan? Any Clan he was born into would cherish him to the greatest extent of their abilities! If they failed to kill him here, wouldn't they have to wait for his revenge in the future? How could they ever show their faces in public again?

At this point, Blythe was shaking in anger as she grasped Wilder's body. He had already fallen unconscious! One could even see his slowly beating heart exposed to the air. If he hadn't been a body path cultivator, he would have died near immediately!

"ARE YOU A FOOL?!" Blythe screamed, losing her temper. Although she tried to mediate, her arrogance was just as bone deep as Dyon's. "THE SAPIENTIA GUILDS WILL NEVER FORGIVE THIS!Googlᴇ search N(o)vᴇl(F)ire.net

"Are you happy now?! Now even your Clan will be blacklisted and ostracized. None of our experts would be willing to help you. How can you not understand the meaning behind a Guild?! It's to protect its members. If they allowed such a genius to be toyed like this without recourse, what do you think would happen?!"

Dyon laughed, looking at Blythe like he was looking at a fool.

"Of those in your guilds, even Moon Lords wouldn't dare to speak to me as you have."

In that moment, an overwhelming soul presence blossomed from Dyon. The illusory images of beautiful Moons appeared across the skies. Some shone a brilliant blue, others were red, and still others were silver, gracing them all with a gorgeous sight.

Blythe froze as she saw this scene. Others even felt like fainting on the spot. Their tower quadrants had less than 20 Moon Lords across all 100+ Clans and Sects. Yet, there was such a young one sitting before them.

Since he had hidden for so many years, it was time for the world to understand. Dyon was here to set a Bloody Precedent. The name Sacharro should not be tarnished!

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Linlin raised into the air and Dyon disappeared into the distance. At this point, even the peak celestial guild disciples that had been planning to attack stopped themselves. If their masters found out that they harmed such a young Moon Lord, the smoothest result would be expulsion from the guild.

One had to understand what a Clan having such a young Moon Lord meant. At a minimum, that meant his Sacharro Clan was hiding a Planet Lord, at worst, it meant it had a Star Lord! How could such a young Moon Lord be raised alone? It was impossible!

In a lot of ways, this was mostly true. Dyon's master was a Star Lord and an excellent one at that. Although she had died as a Moon Lord, after countless years of seclusion beneath Focus Lake, she had grown exponentially, even forging a new path for alchemy. Coupling this with Dyon's enormous innate talent and how could he not grow in such a fashion? This didn't even mention the fact he had the [Dao of Array Alchemy].

At that moment, everyone made a decision. Unless they were absolutely certain they could kill him in a single strike… Don't provoke True God Sacharro! And even then, you had to be prepared for his Clan's retaliation!

Ironically, it was around this time that news of True God Sacharro's appearance ravaged the martial world, sending it into a tailspin. The ever-elusive True God had finally shown himself?! What was he like? What did he look like? How strong was he?!

The truth of this matter was that this matter should have been disseminated months ago, but due to various circumstances, it hadn't.

Those who paid for spots to the Golden Flame Mystical World all assumed that either the Golden Crow or Flaming Lily Sect would spread the information. Since they were in their quadrant, both their elders would reach their home Sects first. Under that assumption, they thought that there was no point in spreading the information if someone else would get the credit anyway.

However, this wasn't what happened.

After returning the Flaming Lily Sect, the Vice Master found herself in an internal war. It didn't stoop to the point of overt conflict, but some dividing lines were being very clearly drawn. Some believed that trusting in Madeleine and Dyon was a good choice, while others believed it was the height of foolishness. They had been a female only sect for so long, but now their future would suddenly be in the hands of a man? They'd become the laughingstock of the cultivation world.

Due to all of these issues, the Flaming Lily Sect didn't have time to mind sending news to the SNN.