Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God



Still, Dyon didn't regret it. The dao realm was a different beast entirely, he wasn't certain that the percentage chance of success was the same when beasts had cultivated to such a high realm. In his experience, that was impossible. How could it be just as easy to seal an essence beast as it was a dao beast?

'I need her blood.' Dyon's eyes flashed with a sense of resolution. These dao experts should be the equivalent of Kings for them to cultivation to such a realm. That meant that there was only a 20% baseline chance of sealing them. This chance increased to 50% if a drop of their blood was used. Dyon had to go all out.

Without a shred of hesitation, Dyon sent out all 10 immortal puppets. If he could exchange 5 minutes for this drop of blood, it would be worth it. He could only hope that luck was on his side.

**

Lyla, Zaire and Damaris stood in the air. While Zaire had expected this fiery, commanding side of Lyla, Damaris was shocked instead.

Damaris had spent more than 20 years with Lyla by her side, but she would never understand her to the level Zaire did, at least not for a while longer. What Zaire understood that Damaris didn't was that Lyla had her own reverse scale. Dyon, her big brother, was Lyla's greatest sore spot. She refused to budge an inch when it came to Dyon and those he loved.

Zaire grinned. "You heard her. Piss off or face the consequences."

What could the Golden Crow Sect disciples say? Could they tell the three of them to mind their own business? What was more personal business than the life of your sister-in-law? What a joke it would be if they said something so ridiculous.

"You don't understand?" Lyla frowned when they didn't move as quickly as she wanted. "Scatter."

Following Lyla's words, a vacuum of air seemed to be directly sucked into the sky. The group of disciples suddenly felt as though they were suffocating.

Of course, this was just an illusion. Celestials could even survive in space. Even if Lyla scattered all of the air, they should be fine. But, this was far deeper than even that.

With a single word, Lyla scattered the qi in the surroundings. Suddenly, let alone enigmatic qi, the disciples couldn't even sense essence qi. The feeling was so foreign that their breaths involuntarily quickened, making them feel as though they were fish, forcibly taken out of water. It happened so abruptly that the qi within their bodies started clamoring to fly out to reset the equilibrium.

Lyla looked off into the distance. The sealing formation couldn't escape her eyes, nor could its numerous flaws. She felt like whoever made this formation should be embarrassed to live on the same plane as her big brother.

"Since you like sealing people so much, be sealed." Lyla harrumphed. "Come here."

As though a dog on a leash, the sealing formation shifted. Its form distorted, its center opening outward, suddenly expanding. What once was a circular formation had retained its general shape, but became a ring instead of a disk. At that moment, the seal lifted from Middle Lily City and was transferred unto its borders, making the teleportation formations the Golden Crow Sect had been setting up completely useless.

Their allies? They'd have to come the long way just like the three of them had.

Looking down at the disciples who had fallen into meditation, hoping to control the erratic state of their own qi, Damaris suddenly felt bad for them. Who asked them to provoke the Sacharro Clan?

Soon, she found herself following Zaire and Lyla into the city.

"Big Sister!" Lyla rushed into the shocked Madeleine's arms. She had just been trying her best to recover her stamina when a pink haired bundle of joy rushed toward her.

"Little Lyla?" Madeleine blinked, trying to adjust her bearings. She hadn't seen Lyla in more than two decades, how could she not be shocked by the little girl's growth?

Lyla buried herself in Madeleine's ample bosom, holding onto her tightly.

Madeleine smiled an understanding smile, patting Lyla's head. She knew how hard it was for Dyon to send Lyla away to an unknown place all those years ago, but how much harder had it been for her? Lyla wasn't even ten years old back then, yet she was thrust into a completely unknown environment.

In truth, Dyon did so because he trusted his grand teacher. Abraxus assured him that sending Lyla to the Crystal Dragon Clan would be akin to giving her an opportunity to spread her wings. Why else would Lyla's True Empath abilities be so far beyond what Dyon's father in law, King Acacia, was capable of?

Lyla had worked hard in the past decades, often spending months at a time in Calming Lake. Her state of mind had reached such a serene level that she could bring out large percentages of her true potential already despite being so young. Maybe if it hadn't been for Damaris, and also Zaire who visited her as often as he could, she would have broken down by now.

"You too Little Zaire? You two have grown so much." Madeleine's caring smile made Zaire blush, he wanted to hug his big sister too, but he was struggling with his pride too much. Unfortunately for him, his big sister was much stronger than he was, so he couldn't resist as a wave of energy brought him to her side.

In the end, it was a funny, but heart-warming image. Lyla holding onto Madeleine tightly, and Zaire kneeling to hug her as well because he was too tall.

After a few moments, Madeleine began to scold them as every big sister should.

"You two shouldn't have come here, it very dangerous. How could you let them?"

Facing Madeleine's questioning gaze, Damaris wanted to find a place to bury her head. The obvious defense was that Lyla and Zaire would have come anyway, but she didn't have the face to say this because she knew very well that she was the first to stand up and say that they should go.

"And look at you, you can't fool me, your qi distribution is all over the place." Madeleine looked Lyla up and down. "What did you do to get in here that impacted you so much?"