Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

It felt that the Dyon before him now was exactly this vast ocean he had tried to disturb. He somehow felt that his voice didn't even reach this lofty being standing in the skies above him.

Berolt wasn't the only one shaken right now. Kukan, who was in disguise amidst the crowd, was trembling as well.

Earlier, she had sensed her Primordial Yin within one of Dyon's clones. No, she had sensed it years ago. The trouble was that the clone using it was exactly that genius devil youth who exposed the Jones Dukedom. As a result, she was left in utter confusion.

It was only now that she had a faint understanding of what had happened…. They had been clones, all of them had been clones. And, the very man she had been hunting previously was the one who owned them.

Obviously, Kukan hadn't come here knowing that Dyon was here as well. She had just been passing by. After failing to find Dyon, her target, after so long, she heard about the opening of the immortal legacy world. With her strength as a Peak Immortal Celestial expert, gaining a spot was as easy as breathing in this weak star segment. In fact, after completing a few storylines, she had succeeded in finally breaking through and entering the Immortal Law Realm.

"There you are." Dyon's gaze suddenly locked onto her, causing her to tremble.

It felt that just by meeting his gaze, she was falling into a deep abyss. It was only for a moment, but her eyes rolled back into her head and she directly fainted, completely unable to lift even a single finger.

Dyon shook his head at this scene.

"Such weak will. How could you be worthy of being the master of my wife?" Dyon's sigh held a bit of apathy. "Whatever, your bloodline along with the bloodline of that little phoenix girl are both very useful to me. Either way, the kitsune hegemon is no more, so think of this as an opportunity."

Kukan's body flew into the skies and into Dyon's hands. He held her under his arm like a sack of potatoes, not having even a bit of gentleness toward the beauty in his arms. As far as he was concerned, she was lucky he wasn't dragging her along by her tail.

Just when Dyon was about to turn to leave, he suddenly remembered something and smirked.

"The things that I, Dyon Sacharro give out, aren't so easy to take advantage of."

Dyon suddenly snapped his fingers and Berolt felt that his dantian had suddenly become bloated. To enter the Immortal Law Realm, one had to condense the Laws of their comprehension into their dantians. Overlords bypassed this by condensing their Dao arrays into the Mind's Eye.

However, at that moment, Laws Berolt thought were his own suddenly spun out of his control.

His last expression was one of grief and hatred before his body exploded into a rain of flesh and blood.

...

Like this, Berolt's life, the life of a newly advanced Immortal Law expert, was snuffed out just like this. There was no grand fanfare, nor was it dragged out for some long, conceited revenge. With the simple snap of two fingers, it was over.

In truth, Dyon had barely finished his first step toward his path to leave when this retired patriarch was already forgotten by him. Such an ant wasn't worthy of taking up space in his memories.

As he walked toward his destination, Dyon took out a familiar mask. It was his Lightning Willow Mask, the very one that he had gained as a reward for his second trial. But, the look he had while looking at it now was completely unlike it had been in the past, and completely unlike a look he should have had for a treasure he had ignored for so long.

"Don't worry, old friend. I'll let you spread your wings soon."

Dyon smiled lightly. If it wasn't for the fact Kukan was hooked under one of his arms, he might have been stroking the mask lovingly.

"It would be easier to bring you back if I just sacrificed that little girl Amethyst, but my Madeleine would probably be upset if I did that, so just be a little more patient."

At that moment, the sonorous call of a bird rang through the skies of Yin City, the mask in Dyon's hands vibrating. Just this simple call caused the Immortals who had been standing in shock to faint, blood leaking from their seven orifices.

The last sounds they heard before their deaths was Dyon's laughter. It didn't sound sinister as one might have expected. Rather, it was filled with joy as though he was greeting an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time.

**

With all of the matters of the immortal legacy world properly handled, Dyon felt he could finally get down to business. What he wanted to do was to turn this legacy world into his base of operations.

If it was up tohim, he wouldn't touch such a weak legacy world with a ten foot pole. But he had to work with what he had now. He might have regained his memories, but he still had to limit himself in some respects.

That said, no matter how weak he was now in comparison with his former self, if given enough time to prepare, there was no one on this plane who could stay alive after failing to take him seriously. It was obvious that those Immortal Gods knew this, or else they wouldn't be so carefully planning their next steps.

But ultimately, Dyon was still the arrogant, infuriating existence that was so good as pissing others off no matter what life time was being spoken of.

If he had really wanted to, considering how much of his 109th life he had already planned out, couldn't he have left enough contingency plans? If he was able to plan even which bubble world Emytheus' actions would send him to, how could he not have a plan to deal with the Immortal Gods who were now coming after him?

However, there were two reasons he hadn't.