Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

Aside from that, the vast majority were Earth level techniques, with about half a dozen Heaven level techniques.

These techniques shouldn't be underestimated, of course. However, when the expectations for the Valley of Geniuses was compared to the result, it was no wonder those from the highest ranked quadrants didn't come.

"You must be wondering, right? It makes sense, anyone with any deductive skills would see the issue." The Archer continued. "Why someone as talented as the 25th White Mother would be on the saint floors? Why a suave gentleman such as myself would be here? I even heard there was a Princess of the Holy Arc here too."

Dyon blinked with interest. He had been wondering this.

"The tower is all about opportunity. Quadrants ranked below 30 would treat even lower Heaven level techniques as unattainable treasures. Quadrants between 10th and 31st will likely never sniff a Divine level technique in their lives. Quadrants ranked 4th to 9th reserve Heaven level techniques for only their most core members, while they'd be lucky to have lower Divine level techniques for core teachings. The luckiest few might have a mid-Divine level technique to chew on.

"As for the top three, only they would have multiple mid Divine level techniques, it's why they reign absolutely supreme."

Dyon listened intently. He had never had things broken down for him like this. It was only now he realized just how spoiled he was being.

Diana's Amazonian Goddess archery techniques? High Earth. Cullen Half moon saber techniques? Lower Heaven. Amory's fist techniques? Peak Earth. Chanzui Palm techniques? Peak Earth.

Even as genius as they were, only Cullen had been allowed to learn a Heaven level technique from his clan and that was only because it was part of a subset of techniques that was incorporated with his cultivation technique. This was the reality of things.

It was just that Dyon alone had access to at least half a dozen Divine level techniques, and that was just from the Celestial Deer Sect. Whether it be Devour, or his Celestial Wind Steps, or Soul Rend, or the cultivation technique he had given to Madeleine back in his Focus Academy days. This didn't even mention the countless Heaven level techniques he had. There were at least a few hundred of them.

For Dyon, he was looking to hit home runs with the Valley of Geniuses, while for others, they were looking to fill in the gaps their sects and clans couldn't.

"That's why we're here. If the worse off geniuses gain these techniques later, it would be impossible to compete on the Celestial Floors. Those floors are where the real contention for rankings begins. When geniuses reach the Celestial realm, progression is no longer as easy. If you don't fight for fateful chances, you're doomed to die mediocre…

"This Valley of Geniuses here is the last chance for many to fight to change their fate. So, here we are."

The Archer's words enlightened Dyon. Of course, there were a few exceptions like the 98th quadrant that had a Mystic level technique. But, for the most part he was right.

After the Saint realms, cultivation slowed down drastically. If you didn't fight for opportunities, you were destined for slow progression.

A genius could go into seclusion for a couple decades while starting with no cultivation and coming out a first stage celestial. But, if you tried to do with after entering the celestial realm, you would definitely die of old age unless you had otherworldly treasures supporting you.

"Think about it." The Archer put the finishing touches on his explanation. "What would give you more Karma? Choosing the genius that already had many high-level legacies at his disposal, or choosing delivering coal in the winter to the genius who came from poorer means?

"After passing the necessary trials, some of us are given a choice. So, in a lot of ways, the core valley of the saint floors are filled with even more geniuses than those of the celestial floor. Or, we're at the very least comparable."

By this point, Dyon completely understood. All of the geniuses who chose the core valley of the saint floor were looking to raise up a genius of their own to heights they would have never reached without them. It was a risk, but at the same time, it also came with the greatest reward.

'What he says is right,' Dyon's master spoke, 'The reason I chose to stay here instead of enter the celestial core valley was because I wanted to accumulate enough Karma for my clan to birth a true Supreme beast in the future. If it wasn't for the uniqueness of our Celestial Blood, we would have long since lost the right to be treated as equals by humans.

'However, I don't need that anymore.' The 25th White Mother smiled a beautiful smile, one that could freeze the world in its place. 'Not only was my son born with a Supreme bloodline, my disciple is already more amazing than I could ever dream.'

Hearing this, Dyon couldn't help but blush slightly, which stunned him. He wasn't a person who easily got embarrassed… As far as he could remember, only his mother had made him blush like this. At that moment, he swore that he would never allow anything bad to happen to his master again.

Recollecting his thoughts, Dyon faced the Archer spirit. "What you say is true. But, you must also know that the Celestial Deer Sect has been destroyed, no? Judging by that truth, the things the 25th White Mother can give me are the core teachings of the former number one sect in the world, and she wouldn't even be breaking any rules. Can you match that?"

The Archer Spirit coughed, his eyes widening in shock. Because of the separation of statues in the core valley, they didn't communicate as easily as the statues from the inner and outer valley.

Dyon blinked in confusion. "How could you not know? If you were of the same generation as senior, you should have definitely outlived her."

The Archer Spirit coughed uncomfortably. "I died." He whispered in a faint voice.

"What?" Dyon asked in shock.

"I DIED, ALRIGHT!" If he wasn't a spirit, he would definitely be blushing right now.

"Uh…. I'm sorry?" Dyon really didn't know what to say.

"Don't look at me like that. I came from a quadrant ranked 83rd at the time. I was very talented, but just like many others, my clan didn't have the resources nor the strength to help me reach the top.

"So, I forged my own path and became very successful in my own right while constantly using the tower to temper myself.

"When I was ready, I took my God trial even under the firm disagreement of my quadrant. They all thought I would die and for good reason, they didn't want to lose a talent like me just because of my ego.

"But, I ignored them all, and against all odds, hundreds of years later, I finally passed. Obviously, with that kind of time taken, I didn't break any records and didn't enter the ranks of those ten monsters, but still, I was a God and no one could take it from me.

"That said, although my clan was very happy with my achievements, they were also very much disappointed because of the rewards I chose." The Archer sighed in anger. "Those old fools didn't understand that if I took Supreme level treasures as rewards we would have all died. They didn't understand that I was thinking for the clan.

"Instead, they thought I was selfish, that I was hiding my rewards because I didn't want to share. But so what? Even if that was the case, did they have the right to complain? They were the ones who didn't want me to enter in the first place!

"Whatever, whatever, I'm rambling. Either way, I had a falling out with my clan.

"The truth of the matter was that I only took two treasures. One was a bow Spiritual level bow, and the other was a map that I traded my other four chances for. As you could probably tell, a Spiritual level bow is far below even the trashiest reward for the God trials, I had essentially given up everything for that map. Hundreds of years of blood sweat and tears, all for that map."