Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God-Novel



Low Gold City became awashed in shock. Many couldn't help but replay the events in their minds, wondering if they had heard correctly.

The Aurum, Lux and Nativus Clans were all among the very few King God Dragon Clans. On top of this, they were protected by a peak celestial True God, and two Pseudo-Dao True Gods respectively!

The Daisho Clan reigned supreme among the third ranked quadrant's Sprite Clans. Not only did they have True God Daisho, an existence only matched by True God Star of the first ranked quadrant, they were currently protected by the Magic Swordsman, Daisho Ken! This didn't even mention the fact that the Heavenly Sword Guild's influence was practically unmatched on the celestial and dao floors!

To make matters worse, this mysterious person sought to ban the Star Clan as well, a godly existence that controlled two quadrants to themselves! A mighty 2 Comet Grade Clan!

"Who the hell is this clown?" Dyon's words were met with a roar.

The crowd remained absolutely silent. The one who had spoken was a captain of the Heavenly Sword Guild, a man who claimed the same rank as Daisho Ken, Okatana Paku!

Paku wasn't even meant to be on the lower celestial floor. However, with the sudden influx new True Gods on this lowest tier, the Daisho Clan needed to make sure they had a powerful presence so that they didn't lose their remaining gold danger zone. It was alright if they didn't control three like they had in the past, but controlling none was unacceptable.

In truth, Paku was greatly disgruntled about being given such a task. There were 112 captains of the Heavenly Sword Guild, and he was ranked around 90 or so within them, so why the hell was he sent? It was too unfair.

He was already pissed off enough, then some clown actually showed up to kick his Daisho Clan out? He would definitely vent his frustration now.

There were others in a similar position to Paku, but they had much better control over their emotions. Why not let Paku go probe this person first? Though the martial world didn't have a shortage of idiots, none of them would believe that someone could be stupid to the level of provoking so many clans without something to back it up.

In the distance, sitting on the terrace of a large tea house, one such man was Vespak Star.

This young man seemed to glisten to a level that made him nearly irresistibly handsome. His pupils were black, but silver flecks twinkled within almost giving them the depth of the universe. But, his hair was a shimmering white.

He was a member of the Star Force, a group only rivaled by the Heavenly Sword Guild, and an Emperor of the Star Clan!

"Three." Dyon didn't respond to Paku's call. His count had already begun.

Yet, Paku didn't seem intent on waiting for him to finish. A baleful aura spun around his body, causing his body to seemingly blink into and out of existence.

The last time Dyon witnessed something like this was when he first met Daisho Ken. This feeling of real and unreal… It was a feeling that only the Sprites could give!

The Sprite Quadrants were ruled by Sword Sprites, specifically, the Five Blade Families. The Katana Clan, the Nagamaki Clan, The Odachi Clan, the Okatana Clan, and, last but not least, the Daisho Clan!

Paku was a member of the Okatana Clan. Though his family was not as strong as the Daisho Clan, the difference wasn't so exaggerated that one could completely ignore the other. Paku had his own pride, yet this unknown individual was trying to stomp on it! I think you should take a look at

His long black hair billowed under his own aura, the faint image of a long, slender sword with a circular handle appearing to his back. No, there was no handle at all! Instead, the hilt was completely replaced by a circular blade.

Paku shot into the skies, tearing through the city's semblance of a no-flight array with absolute ease. In a mere instant, he had appeared before Dyon.

"Good!" Dyon's eyes blazed to life. "I'll send you back to your clan half-dead!"

When Paku shot into the air and closed the distance, he had already seen Dyon's face clearly. This was a face not a single soul in the martial world wouldn't recognize.

"True God Sacharro! So you've finally crawled out of your hole!"

When the crowd heard these words, they suddenly understood. Who else would dare to be so bold? Who else would have a grudge against these clans?

For the last 3 years, the Demon Generals had been stifled to the point where they could hardly raise their heads. But now? Their leader was here! Not just that, but he actually wanted to repay these Clans tenfold, banning them from entry for 30 years!

Dyon's fist clenched. He seemingly hardly thought about his move before he through it outward. Paku? A Higher Celestial? Who cared? Anyone below the 9th Order was worthless to him!

Paku's eyes contracted. He could only throw a fist of his own, immediately regretting the fact he hadn't taken out his sword.

But… He was a Sword Sprite! A mighty existence even among all Sprites themselves! His body was his sword! ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ Novᴇ(l)Fɪre.net

"[Body as a Sword]!"

Paku immediately circulated the treasured technique of the sprite, one only they could execute!

But, that was the moment he suddenly felt as though the whole world was weighing down on him.

Sprites were meant to be the newest and highest evolution of humanoids. Well, half-sprites that was. However, they had one glaring weakness: Presence!

Ethereal and spirit-like things found the body to be their direct opposite. Unfortunately for them, Presence was based entirely on the body as it was one of the most ancient martial arts to survive to this day.

Wasn't it too foolish for a Sprite who wasn't even Dyon's match to begin with to fight him despite knowing he had the Presence of a True God?!