Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God-Novel

Chapter 1999 Else?

?1999 Else?

'I have to reach the Fate Silk Realm.' Dyon clutched his fists.

"Well, it seems like the fun's over. [Heal]."

Dyon spoke this word casually, but the moment this third blessing came into effect, his entire body was enshrouded by white flames. An instant later, it was as though he hadn't battled at all.

Seeing this seen, the two Ancestors shivered in terror. It was only now they remembered… Dyon hadn't used his Faith to heal himself! It wasn't because he couldn't since they obviously had been able to… It was because he hadn't wanted to!

"Though healing with Faith sounds great, it's ultimately an unorthodox method." Dyon said casually. "It will leave lingering problems and influences. You two don't care because you're already old, but I like to think I have a great future ahead for myself. Now…"

Dyon's vajra body suddenly moved.

A palm strike descended from the skies, sending the two Ancestors barreling into the earth below without suspense, their bodies left in disheveled states of blood and gore. Even though one could clearly see it was a palm… Many couldn't help but feel like the Heavens themselves were collapsing upon them…

"… Is there anyone else?"

Dyon stood arrogantly in the skies. The presence of his vajra body was unlike any below had ever felt before. Even the dragons, known for their unbridled sovereignty, trembled beneath its might.

The so-called Nephilim Gathering had suddenly become a joke. They had diligently planned for two years all for the sake of dealing with this young man, come to find out he actually had the strength to defeat their Ancestors with a single strike.

This kind of reality was suffocating.

'Ah, how am I supposed to catch up to him now?!' Damaris all but stomped her feet in exasperation. No matter how hard headed she was, there was no way she could convince herself that she could one day match him.

The Crystal Dragon Clan was a special case amongst dragons. Unlike the others, they practiced cultivation that calmed their hearts and minds. It was only the Damaris' personality clashed with their methods too much, causing her to be far less talented than her elder sister.

As a result of this odd evolutionary path, the Crystal Dragon Clan, at least in recent history, birthed the most number of dragons who broke through Heaven's Chains and transcended. In fact, their bloodline was quite well respected even on the Immortal Plane.

Knowing all of this, it was no wonder Damaris was so haughty. However, from the first moment she met Dyon, he had been constantly suppressing her.

She still remembered the time where Zaire and Lyla laughed at her for thinking she could beat Dyon. Back then, she thought they were blinded by love for their elder brother. But realizing that this truly was the reality of it all… It was a hard pill to swallow.

When Chenglei reached this state in his thinking, years of tempering and hardship allowed him to finally shatter those chains and pave his path toward the Immortal Plane. But, Damaris was different. Her inner struggle was still raging on. She simply couldn't place down her pride so easily.

If breaking Heaven's Chains was so easy to do… Wouldn't every beast succeed?

On Dyon's shoulders, Little Yin and Yang smiled so brightly that their little chubby cheeks expanded by at least three times.

When they first completed their pact with Dyon, they had seen layers to his timeline that wouldn't appear in a normal person. They had known since then that their choice was correct. But seeing matters truly play out as they had expected… It was enough to fill their little hearts with joy.

"Since you've all remained silent, I'll take it as a sign of ascent. In just seventy to eighty more years, the Ancient Battlefield will descend. This isn't the time for the Mortal Plane to be embroiled in war.

"Those Failed Clans realize just what kind of opportunity this is. The fact the Heavens are allowing that plane's descent at this time means that it's given up on us already and wants to cleanse its failures. Think twice, then a third time, before doing something this foolish again. I won't forgive you a second time." ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ novelenglish.net . ꜰɪre.ɴet

Dyon had long since come to understand that the Ancient Battlefield was nothing more than a tool of evolution. Not only could those who trained on its surface vastly increase their training pace, but its descent was the very core of the survival of the fittest.

The Heavens believed that their Modern Era was too weak. How could it not be? The so-called Sprites had taken the crown as 'pinnacle' race, but Dyon knew well that the true pinnacle race should have been those of his mortal clan.

Unfortunately, The Entity completely disrupted their rise, causing the race that should have been the strongest of the Titans, Angels and Elves to become unworthy of even being bottom feeders of the mortal plane.

The fact the Ancient Battlefield was descending so early only proved Dyon's thoughts. The Heavens wanted to hit a hard reset, to do it all over again from the beginning. For those Clans that had been lurking on the Ancient Battlefield for countless trillions of years, this was their chance!

But it seemed that those on the Mortal Plane weren't even considering this issue. They still believed that they would be able to weather the coming storm. After all, the 'defenders' had always had the advantage in the past thanks to their Faith.

This was why they were so adamant about getting rid of 'traitors' like Dyon. As long as they could ensure that no one betrayed the Defenders and allowed their Outsiders to accumulate Faith easily, it would only be a matter of time before they won.

However… They had underestimated the Heavens and its displeasure with the weakness of their Modern Era.

Not only would the battlefield descend far earlier than it should, but the Faith they had placed all their bets on would be sealed!