Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

Dyon was completely confused by the paper weight cauldron. It was exquisitely designed and he faintly felt that it was the most precious thing within the small space. But, it didn't seem to have any functions. It wasn't a real cauldron, nor did it have any abilities. Dyon's first guess was correct, it really was just an over the top paper weight, the kind rich people with too much money bought.

'Three? What's that supposed to mean?'

Dyon took it out and rolled it over in his hand. It was extraordinarily heavy too, even he found it hard to hold it up. If he bashed it over someone's head, it would probably have pretty good results.

If those who knew how valuable this 'paper weight' was knew that Dyon took it for little more than a good brick, they'd probably faint from anger.

In the end, Dyon couldn't figure anything out, so he set it aside, pulling out a beautiful set of white robes.

'How pretentious… I like it.' Dyon grinned.

The robe was woven of delicate silver-white filaments. It had wide sleeves, enough to fit ten arms, and came with a golden belt that actually housed a larger hidden space within it.

After checking, Dyon realized that it wasn't just one hidden space, but ten. Each was extremely small and only had the height, length and width of a slightly larger than average palm. But, they came with pill preservation arrays that were actually quite potent. Dyon could actually see himself using it.

'This robe also seems different from what these Venerables wear… If they had something like this, I don't believe for a moment that they wouldn't wear it at all times.'

By now, if Dyon didn't realize that something was weird, he wouldn't be Dyon. He realized that he must have made a major splash. It seemed the storm he had stirred up could come to collect at any time. He had to stay on his toes.

Finally, there was the badge. It was shaped as a golden branch with a singular golden leaf on it. One leaf represented a Lower Alchemy Venerable, twelve would represent a Peak Alchemy God.

But once again, the branches and leaves he had seen to now were all black, completely unlike his own.

Dyon snapped his fingers and got rid of the concealment array around Saru and Lilith, only to realize they had clothed them. He could only hide the disappointment in his heart.

Suddenly, Dyon grinned. Seeing this smile, the two women could only shake their heads. It seemed just like Madeleine before them, they knew trouble was coming when Dyon smiled like this.

"They sent me all of this stuff, if I didn't show off a little bit, wouldn't I be looking my nose down at their kind intentions?"

Saru and Lilith blushed as Dyon unabashedly stripped in front of them. His body seemed carved of glistening bronze. But this time, it had nothing to do with his constitution and was just his natural skin tone. They had to look away to slow their own heart beats.

But, when they gathered up the courage to look back, they found themselves speechless once more.

It was easy to ignore Dyon's looks when all he wore were sweats. But, when he wore robes like this, he seemed to outshine everything around him.

The gorgeous white robes, the golden belt around his waist, the delicately forged branch attached to his lapel… It was the perfect image of a young demi-god.

"Little Chibi."

An excited chatter suddenly came as a light flew from Dyon's forehead. An adorable bouncing cauldron with a chubby little girl peaking from its lid came out.

"It's about time you let this great Aunty out! I want to have some fun too!" Chibi's adorable voice made the two women smile beside themselves.

As though to play up his arrogant air, Dyon clasped his hands behind his back, a light smile playing his features as he exited his room with Saru and Lilith to either one of his sides.

When he left the range of his silencing array, the sounds of the battle became more than just vibrations. For the noise to travel this far into the heart of the city where the alchemy guild was located, it could only be said that the battle of Immortals was truly on a different scale even if they couldn't fly.

Dyon slowly walked out of the alchemy guild to find the surroundings in a hot mess. The alchemy apprentices who had set up stalls were scrambling, not because they would be concoctors, but because they wanted to be assistants by the side of the Venerables.

The Venerables were stunned by the sight of Dyon. How could they not immediately see the difference between his robes and badge versus their own?

Venerable Taline's gaze flashed with an imperceptible light but she managed to control herself and look away, remembering the words of Venerable Zabel.

Dyon swept a glance around. It seemed that this guild had 20 alchemists including himself and excluding the guild head. There were five with two leaves, and only Taline and another man who must have been the Deputy had three leaves. Though compared to Dyon's golden leaves, theirs were only black. And their robes were grey as opposed to white.

The Deputy, a man by the name of Gunter, observed Dyon with a deep gaze. Much like Zabel, he too hadn't attended the certification, leaving it up to his vice deputy Taline.

Gunter hadn't believed much of what he had heard from the other Venerables until he saw Dyon at this moment. He could tell that Dyon hadn't randomly pulled out these robes, they were most definitely given to him by Pill Sword Mountain. For his accomplishments to be rewarded so greatly…

'That cauldron!' Gunter felt his heartbeat speed up wildly when he saw Little Chibi bobbing above Dyon's shoulder. 'Could that be a gift from Pill Sword Mountain too?! Just how well did he perform?!'

"Alright that's enough, silence!" Gunter turned away from Dyon, trying to control himself.