Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

Many wondered what Dyon was here for, but still many others found that question to be silly. Sapientia Quadrant was probably the most useful in existence. While Sapientia Corner was the most useful for those from quadrants ranked 70th and below, Sapientia Corner was the holy land for those ranked 21st to 69th.

It wasn't that those top twenty quadrants didn't need Sapientia Corner at all, but it was more so that they were much less reliant on it, only commissioning Sapientia Quadrant for projects their own in-house experts couldn't handle.

Often times, those experts who the top 20 quadrants relied on were raised and trained in Sapientia Quadrant, but were enticed over by benefits only quadrants of that caliber could provide.

No one knew how those of the Sapientia Quadrant felt about this, but considering they took a hardline stance of neutrality and anti-conflict, even if they did feel badly about it, they would never let it show.

Still, news of Dyon's appearance spread like wildfire. This was the man the kitsune and Emperor Giant Clan were banging their heads against the wall to find, yet he had completely disappeared for more than half a year, only to reappear with two astounding young flowers.

"… So pretty!" Bella stopped in front a calligraphy and painting store, unable to take her eyes off of the works gracing its display.

On the left there were lines of calligraphy that varied from fierce and sharp, to elegant and graceful. Various words were written that exuded unique auras that could only be perfectly matched by their creators.

Mia was just as captivated as her younger sister, but was far more entranced with the paintings on the right. She especially couldn't take her eyes off of the portrait of what looked like a noble lady with a graceful and slender neck that grew to a face without blemish.

"So confident…" Mia muttered under her breath as though this was the kind of woman she pined to be.

"Do you want to learn?" Dyon suddenly asked.

"Learn?" Mia blinked.

"Well, not to be like her. But, rather, to paint. As for your path to becoming her, or someone better, that's more up to you, now isn't it?"

"Up to me?..."

Dyon smiled. "How about you, Bella? Do you want to learn?"

"To paint? Calligraphy?" Bella stuck her small pink tongue out. "Boring."

Dyon chuckled but didn't say much else on the topic. "Let's go in then."

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By the time they came out of the shop, Mia could hardly hide her grin. She held a small, red oak box a bit more than a foot in length close to her chest as though it was the greatest treasure in the world. One wouldn't have ever guessed that just half an hour ago she was swearing that she didn't need something so expensive.

Bella's happiness only grew further seeing her big sister so happy. It made her wonder if she too should try and find something that interested her…

However, the reality of the matter was that aside from having fun and exploring the world, Bella didn't have any other wishes.

"Alright, after another stop I'll take you guys to visit my home properly. Last time you only saw the bad."

"Right, right! You left them in the middle of a war, we've already wasted too much time." Bella became flustered, snapping out of her own thoughts. She had been having so much fun that she forgot that others were probably suffering.

Mia nodded seriously, agreeing with her little sister.

Soon, the three of them had made it to a six-floor tower and probably the busiest street for tens of kilometers. A large signpost outside written in beautiful letters read: Sapientia Gardens.

With the large increase of crowd size, the number of gazes locked onto Dyon increased manifold. Even Bella's jumpiness was tempered down by a shroud of nervous energy. Although the twins hadn't asked Dyon about why everyone was looking at them, they could make some solid guesses.

Approaching the entrance of Sapientia Gardens, a jittery female attendant greeted them with a bow.

"I – I'm sorry Mr. Masked W – I mean, Mister. Only Grandmaster Beast Masters can enter high ranking buildings without placing their beasts in a pocket world. It's for liability reasons. S – Sorry, Sorry!"

"Is that so?" Dyon frowned slightly, he didn't like the idea of leaving them alone considering they were just babies. If it wasn't for that fact, he wouldn't have had them out like this in the first place.

The attendant became flustered, thinking that Dyon would be angered and vent his frustration on her. Such a thing was, unfortunately, quite a frequent occurrence.

"I – I'm s – sure that Mister is qualified enough to pass the exam… I – if –."

Dyon's eyes suddenly sharpened. In the next moment, they glowed a fierce gold as a brilliant defensive array appeared above him.

Those watching gasped in shock. 'Innate aurora!'

They almost couldn't believe what they were seeing. Aside from the well-known Grandmaster Clara, there were only twenty-two other innate aurora wielders known to Sapientia Quadrant. Now another had suddenly appeared?!

"Hoho…" In the sky, a few young men and women who had been descending stopped before Dyon's array. Truth be told, they hadn't been planning on attacking Dyon, they just wanted to make a grand entrance. But, this arrogant masked man had stopped them from doing even that.

Dyon frowned. "Little Biibi and Shere are sleeping. Don't come here and make noise."

Dyon completely ignored the newcomers, checking on Shere and Biibi like a concerned young father and only turning his gaze away from them after confirming they were still asleep.

In one swift motion, Dyon created a concealment array. Moments later, the array shattered to reveal a blurry faced replica of himself who he gently transferred the young celestial beasts to. Afterward, the clone disappeared. No matter how much attention the young men and women in the sky tried to pay, they couldn't see through Dyon's arrays before he finished and only Dyon was aware that his clone had disappeared into his inner world.

"It's alright to enter now, right?" Dyon looked toward the attendant.

The nervous young woman blinked. Although she wasn't very powerful, she was still a soul talent in her own right. She had never seen a pocket world like Dyon's… There was almost no ripple at all and it was hardly a hassle. Not to mention, it housed a human? A clone even?

Because beasts had such a close connection to the heavens, there were less requirements for them to be safely housed within a pocket world. They could essentially be placed into a dormant state without issue. However, a human without this connection was far more susceptible to danger involved with this.

Simply put… Any treasure that could house a human, even if it was a clone, was at a bare minimum of the supreme level.

To use a Supreme Level treasure in public like this… Arrogant didn't even begin to describe it!

"… U-uh yes!" The attendant realized her mistake and hurriedly bowed.

Of course, Dyon hadn't used a supreme grade treasure. But, that didn't mean he was unaware of how others perceived his actions. He simply didn't care.

In the skies, a short young woman with bob-cut hair and large brown eyes watched on with a frown. She wore black robes with 12 gold stripes along their sleeves. These let everyone know that she was a 12th stage grandmaster beast master.

What was truly baffling was, though, was that her eyes were glistening with tears.

The young men and women around her noticed this shift in attitude and tried to approach her but she had already stepped forward before they could react.

"How could you be so cruel!" Her voice should have been adorable, but it came out shrilly and heartbroken. Even Dyon's steps couldn't help but pause on his way in, something that surprised even himself. He had planned on ignoring what they said no matter what, after all, he had things to do. But, this was completely unexpected.

He really couldn't understand what he had done to deserve to be yelled at so passionately.

The twins looked at each other before looking toward Dyon. Had they missed something?

Dyon frowned as he looked up at the owner of the voice. 'I really don't understand how people who are hundreds of years old can still act like children. What the hell is it this time…'