Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God-Novel

Chapter 1990 Inept?

Ancestor Scholar was still an intelligent man. A few seconds to him was the equivalent of a mortal pondering a single problem for days, even weeks. After they ticked by, how could he not understand what happened?

In that moment, the words Dyon's spoke earlier resounded in his mind… Hadn't he said that his Sacharro Clan wasn't bound by the rules of the scroll? Could it be he really wasn't lying?

Ancestor Scholar was certain that if it wasn't for the scroll, he would have been able to sense and dodge this attack. However, what he wasn't certain of was whether or not Dyon held back because he knew he didn't have to go any harder to succeed. If that was the case, who knew if he could dodge Dyon's full fledged attempt whether they were here or elsewhere? The most update n0vels are published on novelenglish.net . ꜰɪre.ɴet

"The Sapientia have always been a thorn at my side. Your existence annoys me.

"I'm not a fan of explaining myself, so you can consider your two geniuses to be two corpses who died unreconciled deaths.

"However, for the sake of the masses, I will say one thing. I am not some from some hidden clan biding their time for the sake of rising up for the Ancient Battlefield's descent. As for proof… Do I really need any more than this?"

In a flash, a golden token appeared in Dyon's hand. Under normal circumstances, it would be impossible to tell just how heavy an object was from so far away, but this time, things were different. One could even see the space crumbling around the token, shattering and reforming with every passing moment.

Seeing this token, Ancestor Scholar's mind was sent into turmoil, his expression finally changing drastically.

"Oh. It seems like you recognize this small token of mine… I'm glad to see that my Celestial Deer Sect hasn't been forgotten."

BOOM!

A name that clapped in one's ears like thunder resounded through the coliseum. It was only then they realized just how grave of a mistake they had made.

How could they not have thought of this possibility? They should have known the moment Dyon used the term Array Alchemy so casually. Who else could concoct a half-step immortal grade pill if not the scion of the Celestial Deer Sect?

However, Dyon wasn't just a scion… This token… It could only be held by the Sect Master of the Celestial Deer Sect! Where else could Dyon have gotten it if not from the small black cabin in the hidden Realm?

The Outer Powers knew too well of the Celestial Deer Sect. They were a power that had merely controlled two quadrants, yet they held the highest prestige within the Outer Powers. Even to this very day, their name had yet to fade.

No one knew the true secrets behind how they fell that day, but even children knew that it was a tragedy. With their fading into the tides of history, the strength of the mortal plane plummeted. This was how important their Array Alchemy had been!

It was then that the three Ancestors understood that even with how cautious they had been against Dyon, they hadn't been cautious enough. With a single casual move, everything was flipped on its head.

Those who could enter this place weren't fools. They knew well that with the appearance of three Ancestors, they had all gathered here to deal with Dyon.

However, in a single instant, Dyon's value had skyrocketed past even the strongest of the Outer Powers! In the large scale war that was coming… The Celestial Deer Sect was invaluable!

"It seems you all understand the weight of this token.

"In the past, my Celestial Deer Sect fell due to an act of kindness. If it wasn't for us, the mortal plane might already be no more." Dyon's eyes flashed toward Ancestor Scholar, causing the latter to tremble.

"According to my Ancestors, one of our own colluded with a Transcendent of the Immortal Plane in order to eradicate our Sect. Who those individuals were… Time will reveal all things.

"However, what I do have to say is that interfering with my matters wasn't in your best interest. Since the Nephilim Alliance dared to attack to kill my daughter, you can forget about receiving my support. Since the Sapientia have crossed my bottom-line time and time again, you can forget about benefitting from my skills.

"Today, I'll be announcing that not only has the Celestial Deer Sect returned under the banner of my Sacharro Clan, but we have also allied with Nightmare Palace Master Ravana and the Devil Quadrants.

"And as for those that don't like my decisions…"

Dyon casually strolled into the air, appearing above the coliseum and standing even higher than Heaven's Scroll.

"… I guess I'll just have to show you all that the Celestial Deer Sect isn't as combat inept as it was in the past."

Dyon stood over the coliseum, over the nine Dragon Pillars, over the Heaven's Scroll. The momentum of his gaze, the arrogance of his disposition, the callousness of his disdain… They all seemed palpable, weighing the air with a somber emotion that pressed on the hearts of those below.

In truth, Dyon himself had no idea how high his strength reached currently. However, there was a second thing he had always loved aside from array alchemy. From the very first moment he touched his foot on the battlefield, he had uncontrollably grinned. A deep will for slaughter lay dormant in his heart.

No… It wasn't a bloodthirst. He had come to understand more about himself, enough to comprehend exactly who he, Dyon Sacharro, was.

His love of the battlefield had nothing to do with relishing in the deaths of his enemies. He was completely different from the so-called War God turned Battle God of the past.

While the latter avoided responsibility for the weight of War, preferring to cling onto the selfish ideal of battle, Dyon wasn't like this. He didn't shy away from the responsibility. In fact, he relished in it. He relished in the feeling of taking control of a battlefield many could only be worth specks of dust within.

With a wave of his hand, he could change the tides of war. Even if he was facing countless powerful enemies, as long as he stood against them, failure was mere a thing of imagination.

"Come!"