Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

Dyon dusted the dirt off of his bare torso before leaping on top of the defensive array that forced Violet to kneel. Then, he rode her into the skies, calmly making his way back as though he wasn't using the master of a sect's daughter as a steed.

Violet screeched in anger. "GET OFF OF ME! GET OFF OF ME!"

The Master's eyes bled red, but he didn't dare to take a step forward. He could see by how easily Dyon manipulated the array that killing his daughter would take a single thought.

The celestials didn't bother to stop Dyon either, they were very much enjoying this show. After all, they still didn't Dyon was aware of Soul Market because the nunnery's Mother was still looking for a way to not have to compensate them for their help.

"Release her!" Enzo roared in a rage, still propping up his father.

Dyon laughed, ignoring Enzo and training his eyes on the Master. "You don't deserve to be the head of my Soul Rending Peak. Not only are you weak, you're corrupt and spineless. It's best you directly hand your duties over to me."

An uproar sounded through disciples. Were they truly about to have a change in Masters?

200 or so years ago, when Violet's father came back, he took advantage of a challenger rule to become the new Master, replacing the former master, Donari's father – the head of the Caedes family.

Therefore, not only was there precedent, no one dared to look down on Dyon. He had defeated their master in one punch… If he wasn't worthy of leading the sect, who was?

The White Mother's brow twitched when she heard this. If Dyon really became the new leader of Soul Rending Peak, it would be impossible to get rid of him.

The reason was simple. The Mystic level technique used to transfer souls to their buyers was protected under strict layers of defensive and killing arrays. In order to maintain leverage and afford his daughter extra protection, the Master directly took control of these proceedings, never giving The Cathedral full reign over the technique.

It had to be remembered that the Devil Cultivators were not always here. This meant, for the most part, the Master was the strongest expert of the 98th quadrant. Who could stop him if he wanted to do something?

With the Master's symbol of Soul Rending Peak, all of their plans would completely fall through.

It was just a shame that the Mother didn't know that Soul Market's situation was worse than she thought.

The Master grit his teeth. "Release my daughter and I'll directly give you the Master Symbol."

Dyon thought for a bit before shrugging. His anger, for the most part, had been vented.

"Wait." Donari's father suddenly stepped forward. "If there'll be an exchange of the Master Symbol, I too would like to participate."

The White Mother's eyes lit up hearing this as she too stepped forward. "So would I."

Before the Master could get angry about these two greedy fools playing around with his daughter's life, another voice called out, filled with ridicule.

"You're both too weak." Sokzac stepped forward, his handsome face plastered with a sneer as his long black hair gently blew in the wind.

Dyon turned a serious gaze toward Sokzac. When he presented the possibility of changing sect masters, he knew there was a distinct possibility of this happening.

If Sokzac became the school master, being exposed as a devil cultivator wouldn't matter. For one, he would control the mystic level technique. Secondly, the Master of Soul Rending Peak was afforded special protections. The only reason that Violet's father couldn't use them was because he was heavily injured from his attempt to save his wife 200 years ago, severely impacting his battle prowess. However, Sokzac didn't have this problem.

Thirdly, the Master had the ability to open the mystic world, a world impossible for even half-step transcendents to break into. The Devil Cultivators could very well decide to hide there until this all blew over, or they were strong enough to handle these enemies themselves. Considering their talent, it wouldn't take long.

Fourthly, as long as they successfully rebutted a first assault on them, they could directly enter the tower and not have to worry about fighting those of the elder generation.

In addition, this way, it was possible for the Devil Cultivators to monopolize a Mystic level technique. Who could ignore such temptation?

Before, they hadn't had the opportunity to do so because they didn't dare to send their most powerful cultivators out of their quadrant. This wasn't because they were scared of the 100 quadrants, because if strength was compared strictly, they could even look down on the Star Clan that ranked first among them.

The true reason was the same problem that plagued the Kong Clan. They had their own enemies and couldn't afford to place their backbone in danger. After all, they were suppressed more than a normal cultivator was when stepping into another's territory.

However, their younger generation didn't have dense enough devil qi within them to be detected. As such, they were the best choice to take advantage of the Tower.

In the end, there were far more benefits than risks. This didn't even account for the fact Sokzac had absolute confidence in defeating Dyon.

At first, Head Caedes and the Mother wanted to be angered, but when they saw that it was Sokzac that spoke, they both readily took a step back. They were very clear on this young man's identity. It was just that they were shocked it wasn't Lilith who stepped forward to fight…

Dyon smiled. "Sure, I don't mind putting you in your place. I was planning on killing you one way or another."

Sokzac's eyes narrowed.

"Don't worry." Dyon said with a laugh. "I'd like to use you as a whet stone, so I won't bother using my Presence on you."

Rage bloomed in Sokzac's eyes. This was the first time in his life that he had been looked down upon like this. How could he withstand such an insult?

At that moment, a disdainful laugh called out. "Your Presence? Do you really want to show off your small abilities before an expert?"

Enzo's eyes were still filled with rage. Seeing someone he saw as a candidate for his wife have her body exposed like this, not to mention his father being severely injured, it was no wonder he was fuming. It would be more shocking if he wasn't.

He was convinced that Dyon used some underhanded means to injure his father. Thus, he was confident in his ability.

'Master, I might have to break your rule one more time.'

The 25th White Mother snorted, but didn't say anything. Her rules were about applying pressure on Dyon, but Enzo couldn't provide that pressure with or without Dyon using his Presence. Plus, she could see through what Dyon had planned. From the beginning, the moment he stepped into the sect, he was prepared for this.

Dyon laughed. "I dare to say among the younger generation of the martial world, no one can be my match in Presence!"

Dyon's words caused a wave of dissatisfaction to course through not just the disciples, but also the celestials here for entertainment.

"I've seen a lot of shameless individuals, but to think frogs at the bottom of a well could be so arrogant." A celestial from the 59th ranked quadrant sneered.

"Truly, the young and inexperienced shouldn't speak so boldly. Who does he think he is, a True God? He comes from a lowly 98th ranked quadrant yet he's so arrogant."

Even Violet who was brimming with anger and embarrassment at the eyes still ogling her took her chance to send another rain of curses at Dyon.

Dyon laughed as his Presence began to cover Soul Rending Peak. At first, because it began at the Viscount level, it was met with contemptuous sneers. However, the more time passed and the more Dyon spoke, the more serious their expressions became.

"Do you know why I dare to stand here after I destroyed your Soul Market?"

Dyon's words send a shock wave through the crowd.

Soul Market? Those who knew felt a sudden killing intent overwhelm them. As for those who didn't, they were still in the dark… But, after living in the 98th quadrant for so long… and watching even some friends they were close with taken away by the cathedral… and then connecting that with the "soul market" name and their culture of hating soul strength…

There was a chain reaction of realization that shook them to their core.