Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God-Novel



First Ranked Inner Disciple Louis Goldeen looked toward Dyon with interest. As an inner disciple, he had yet to break into the celestial realm, so he treated Dyon as a rival. He had yet to realize that he was delusional.

"He isn't flying, he's using incredibly precise control of his spatial will and his movement techniques to make it seem like he is." He said, somewhat breathlessly. He had never seen something so beautiful.

"What is the point of that?" Egan's face twisted in disdain. Ever since he shouldered the responsibility of losing so many Key Towers in the campaign against Madeleine and Alidor, he had hated Dyon to the core.

Second Ranked Inner Disciple Meaghan Goldeen looked toward her cousin in contempt. "Would it kill you to not sound stupid for a single second?

"Puppets are simple creatures and don't have the flexible thinking of humans. Since they're fighting in the skies, True God Sacharro would be placed at a disadvantage if he was attacked from front, back, above and below. He's keeping his line of trajectory perfectly straight without deviating so that the simple-minded puppets continue to attack him head on. If he dipped up and down, the puppets would spread out more and attack from more variable angles."

Egan snorted. "None of that matters. He'll be slapped to death with a single strike from the pseudo-dao puppet."

Although his cousins and siblings still disdained him, they couldn't refute this. The pseudo-dao formation realm was a completely different animal. Even a ninth order peak celestial would have to be cautious against even a second grade pseudo-dao expert.

Ahead, Dyon couldn't be bothered with the words of praise or disdain he was receiving. He had used his constitution's abilities to lower his weight to barely a million jin. With this weight and the strength of his muscles, his speed was akin to a third order peak celestial. These puppets couldn't touch him.

In mere seconds, he sidestepped them all, dodging a last spear and flashing toward the pseudo-dao puppet.

A brilliant defensive array appeared below him, shattering under the weight of his feet as he careened forward.

Currents of booming air blasted behind him. In an instant, he made his way to the pseudo dao puppet, shining in gold under the sunlight.

Dyon smirked as his divine sense caught wind of those two Comet Lords making a move. Did they really believe that their shabby concealment arrays could escape his detection? What a joke. However, he ignored them for now. Since he couldn't fly, he was still at a massive disadvantage. But, he couldn't make use of Linlin or else his plan wouldn't work. He had to be alone to make sure that everything worked out to perfection.

Unfortunately, the problems didn't end there. Even as Dyon created defensive array after defensive array to propel himself forward, he realized that they were far to weak to withstand the power of his kicks. A lot of his force was dissipated, resulting in him only being able to bring out 20% of his true speed.

If Dyon made use of his spatial will, he could increase this restraint. In fact, if he allowed his spatial pseudo-dao to appear, this one meter restriction would shatter before him, allowing him to move far more freely. However, he needed to keep his true power level hidden to explode forward at the perfect time.

When he was weaving through the puppets, he had only flashed forward a few centimeters at a time. This made those watching think that this spatial intent wasn't very developed although he had great control of it. The reason for this was simple. The moment these people stepped into the kilometer radius of the castle, they would comprehend the restriction he was under. If he was suddenly flashing one meter forward, they'd be able to extrapolate his true limits, something he couldn't allow to happen!

The problem with this approach was that it drastically increased the time he needed to cover the kilometer radius, allowing the puppets who could fly to catch up to him and give him more trouble.

"Just what is he thinking?..." Some couldn't help but mumble to themselves.

Kali snorted. "He's probably already realized his stupidity, but his pride won't let him back out."

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Watching Dyon continually weave through the puppets, only for them to catch back up with him once more, was almost painful to watch. This cycle continued again and again. They had never seen a saint take so long to cover what just amounted to one kilometer.

"What exactly was his plan, Disciple Kali?" Someone of the Sapientia Disciples couldn't help but ask.

"He –" The moment Kali wanted to speak, she felt an overwhelming Presence descend from above, shattering all of her resolve. She felt as though she was facing an insurmountable mountain, one that could press down and crush her at any moment.

'Don't think that just because I allow you to speak all the nonsense you want that I can't kill you with a single thought.' Dyon's voice drifted into Kali's ears like the call of the Reaper. 'You'd better choose your next words carefully.'

Those who were looking toward Kali for an answer suddenly saw her pale. In just a split second, her red velvet core disciple gowns were drenched in sweat. Did she really let her anger make her forget that Dyon was a True God? What was she thinking?

Kali grit her teeth before shaking her head. "He just said that he was confident in clearing this alone. That was all." She managed to squeeze out.

It was only then that the weight on her chest finally disappeared.

Dyon didn't even take a single glance back. This spineless Kali wasn't worth his time.

When he was just twenty meters from the golden Sentry, his eyes flashed with a decisive light.

He cleared the silver sentries for a final time, sliding by them with an incomparably calm expression on his face.

The glow in the gold sentry's visor grew fiercer. It grabbed at the air, causing a three-meter-long golden spear to appear in its hands.