Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God



Dyon sighed, having expected this sort of answer. Little Rain had dug this mountain in very deep so that he could send veins of coarse silver outward to search for more hard materials to continue his masterpiece. He would then take the essence of these hard metals and send it to himself before repeating.

For several hundred miles, the hardest minerals had been completely stripped of their essences.

According to the hamster twins, this mountain had started as a vein of coarse silver that birthed Little Rain after several trillion years. Little Rain then built to greater heights before it eventually became what it was today.

The time it would take Little Rain to uproot the mountain wasn't just about its size, but something far more important: Little Rain's stamina. Although it had started as an inanimate object, he was now a living being with limitations, albeit less limitations than most others. Simply put, he couldn't use his abilities indefinitely.

Dyon also thought of Little Rain just taking the visible parts of the mountain, ignoring the veins below, but even this would still take several decades, more than a hundred years in fact.

Dyon sighed. "Little Rain, if you come with me you won't have to hide anymore. Not only will you be able to fight to your heart's content, you'll be able to find hard minerals much faster."

Little Rain blinked with a youthful innocence. "Really?"

Dyon smiled, pulling out a beautiful and massive broad sword. Its edge was dull, flat and thick, wrapped by chains of a dense black. Its body was filled with veins of red, coursing through it as though it was a beating heart. This was none other than Dyon's 6th reward for his God Trials, the life stealing blade.

"This is a blade made of a mineral that gets harder the more evil people you kill. What do you think?"

Little Rain's eyes brightened. "Really? Really?"

As a mineral spirit, it didn't need Dyon to tell it this. It only needed to sweep its senses across a mineral to know its properties like the back of its hand. It could tell that this metal was just as Dyon described.

Dyon had earned this broad sword during his third trial. He had watched it evolve from a hunk of metal into a supreme grade weapon. But, he hadn't used it much since. Partly to follow his master's rules, but also partly because it wasn't always convenient to bring out such a valuable blade.

Life stealing metals were among the most valuable simply because they had no fixed grade. At the moment, the grade of this one had already entered the comet grade. As for why a supreme grade weapon would have such a weak material grade, it was due to its other abilities.

For one, it had the ability to extend almost endless chains – at the very least, Dyon had never found its limit. Second was its capacity to withstand power and the intricacy of its veins. Both of these were reasons for its supreme grade and also reason why it was perfect for Little Rain to use as a vessel.

Without even an ounce of hesitation, Little Rain dove into the blade, sending its chains toward his prized rainbow rock.

In the next moment, the black chains began to pulse with life… Little Rain was actually devouring his creation! Even Madeleine and the Holy Princess who had been in distracted talks with one another looked over in surprise.

The veins of red pumped fiercely across the blade, causing it to bulge outward before retreating as though it was truly a living, breathing heart.

The blade grew brighter. Although its body wasn't influenced by the rainbow color of Little Rain's treasure, the chains grew far more crystalline, shedding their dark exterior from a transparent and sparkling appearance.

Days later, legends of a ghost boy surfing a shining blade and following behind a handsome young man and his violet haired wife became of keen interest for the native life of the Mystical World. As the stories would have it, they were descendants of Minding Deities… It seemed that even the most well-hidden materials didn't escape their greedy hands.

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As Madeleine, Dyon and Little Rain sought to strip the Golden Flame Mystical Realm clean of minerals it had slowly built up over trillions of years, a different scene was occurring at Soul Rending Peak.

Eli, Meiying and various Demon Generals like Thadius and Ronica looked on nervously as Delia fought a battle for her life. They had seen cruel tribulations before, especially Meiying who had seen Dyon's, but was this really what a celestial should be facing?

Still, Delia faced it all valiantly. Dressed in a black gown and holding an ice-cold sword in her delicate palm, she faced the onslaught of devils… Bearing down on the image of hell that stood before her.

Thousands of skeletons creeped toward forward, each covered in bones of a dense black. Cracked and without emotion, they came in waves, assaulting Delia's mind and body. While those watching in the distance had never seen such a tribulation, Delia knew exactly what it was…

The heavens were enraged, enraged that a woman carrying the child of one its heavenly children had actually ignored a chance at protection to face this tribulation alone. In its anger, it wanted to punish Delia for putting something its child cared about in harms way.

But, this wasn't the end of it. Not only was this trial difficult, it was wholly cruel.

Each of these skeletons, they all represented the dead of the Patia-Neva Clan. They each limped and crawled toward Delia, rage and grievances clear in their socketed eyes.

Your father is the reason we all died, so why do you get to live? You should die as well…

These words reverberated in Delia's mind. So much pain and horror had been caused by her father. In fact, her own mother was among those who suffered the most… Being forced to be with a man she hated to core and even almost losing her own child.

This sort of two-pronged attack was too vile…

Should the daughter pay for the sins of the father? Should she feel guilty that her own father felt it okay to ignore the pain and loss of billions of others, but actually couldn't ignore her own pain? Why had her father saved her, but sentenced so many others to death? How was this fair?

Not too far from where Eli and Meiying stood, Giralda suddenly touched her cheek, only now noticing that tears had been flowing. She couldn't hear what Delia was hearing, but somehow, she felt that their stories were connected by a faint line of similarity.

Looking toward her own daughter, she felt a deep pain in her heart. It had already been several years since the events of Soul Rending Peak, yet Violet had hardly changed at all. Although she had become quiet and reserved, especially after the humiliation given to her by Dyon, it didn't take much for Giralda to see that those same venomous thoughts swam around in that head of hers.

Truth be told, Giralda had wanted to take Violet back to the Crystal Dragon Clan. Maybe by seeing and living what it meant to be a true dragon, she'd change for the better. However, her better judgement stopped her.

What was it that Violet clung to before? Wasn't it the idea that one could only survive with the greatest of backers? Who cared about nonsense like true love and feelings? It meant nothing in the face of the larger fist…