Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God-Novel



His face didn't seem to have any strain on it, and why would it? Dyon was forming regular weapon's hell arrays that were supposed to only be powerful enough to harm saints. With his dao realm soul, would such a thing even put in a dent in his stamina?

"Those that test my bottom line will only have this one outcome."

In that moment, Shere and Sen retreated. The armies attempted to stop them, but it was all a futile effort.

The treasures Dyon retrieved from the beast tamer second phase castle were far too great. After shifting through them all, he found many useful kernels of gold hidden within many things he thought he'd ignore. One such technique was the one Shere and Sen used just now, [Retreat]. It allowed a beast to teleport to their master's side instantly as long as they were within 1000 kilometers of each other. Of course, this drained the master's soul stamina as well. But, did Dyon have to worry about such a thing?

Like this, Judgement Day descended.

Spears… No, fiery golden pillars, thick with a deadly intent descended from the skies, each with a diameter as large as a bucket.

The cacophonic booms of their descent blew away the so-called Hell's Sand. Even the cries of pain and despair couldn't burst their way through.

By the time it all ended, the sands below looked like the rock face of a large ant colony, riddled with large, circular holes with unknown depths.

Those who managed to survive crawled upward, trying to escape the quicksand. Though, the three True Gods didn't seem to be among them, something that didn't surprise Dyon very much. However…

His eyes looked off into the distance, the black bow in his hand vibrating with excitement.

"Since I said you'd die today, you'll die."

Among the nine core weapons, Dyon was by far the weakest with the bow. He was simply far too lacking. It was the only one among the nine, aside from the sword, that he hadn't fully grasped the true weapon will of. He had only passed the Archer Avatar's test by cheating.

Dyon asked the Archer Prince, Legolas, why this was. However, the answer he received was vague. According to Legolas, the most important aspect of an archer wasn't the strength of his bow, or the strength of his back and fingers, but rather, the strength of his eyes.

One could easily see how confusing such a thing was. However, Legolas had earned a True Title in Archery, he obviously knew what he was talking about. So, Dyon could only slowly figure out just what it is he meant…

However, Dyon didn't need the [Homing] and [Constant Acceleration] abilities of true bow will. Even Legolas had yet to grasp them perfectly. For the sake of killing a mere Titus, he didn't need this at all.

Dyon's divine sense crashed down upon Titus who had used some method to teleport over a hundred thousand miles away.

When Titus sense this, his eyes flashed with astonishment before he fell into despair. Who could have known that Dyon was such a monster? Titus refused to believe that even peak dao experts had such a large divine sense range!

The most despair-inducing part was that Dyon's Divine Sense was so far above Titus' abilities that he was well aware that had Dyon not wanted him to sense him, he wouldn't have.

Dyon wanted him to understand the gap between them, he wanted Titus, in his final moments, to understand the monster he had provoked.

The bow in Dyon's left hand, despite its domineering appearance, was a mere common grade bow. He had been restricting himself to it in order to comprehend the secrets of the archer. However, this also meant it was impossible for Dyon to shoot a target so far away with such an inferior bow. In fact, even if it was a supreme grade bow, maybe hundreds of kilometers would be easy, maybe even thousands, but even for a supreme grade bow, a hundred thousand miles was too much.

However, Dyon wasn't a fool. Since he had lifted his bow, he felt confident!

Dyon's manifestation once more appeared in the air along with his fire half-step dao, swirling with whites and blacks. I think you should take a look at This chapter is updated by N(o)vᴇl(F)ire.net

In the next moment, a ray of light shot out from with his weapon's pagoda, hovering before Dyon's hand.

Then, black fire began to billow outward from Dyon's half-step dao.

1 meter… 10 meters… 100 meters… 1000 meters….

The already scorching temperature of the Hell's Sand danger zone skyrocketed once more. The warriors below running for their lives dug deep, believing that Dyon was once more planning to attack them. However, Dyon himself couldn't be bothered.

"Solidify." Dyon spoke softly. Suddenly, the billowing and raging fire calmed, condensing into a pulsing arrow spanning just over 500 meters.

Dyon smiled lightly. "[Shrink]!"

It was easy to guess. Since [Grow] drastically increased the area of effect of an attack, [Shrink] could drastically decrease it. This was exactly why [Grow] was considered the weakening degree of freedom of the third layer. Imagine the amount of strain needed to condense such a powerful attack!

Beads of sweat fell from Dyon's brow. Shrinking a 500 meter arrow into the size of a normal barely 3 foot long arrow was far more difficult than he imagined.

In the distance, Titus continued running for his life, hoping to escape Dyon's range. But, how could he know that he still had 400 000 more kilometers to go? If he was aware, he would simply give up and wait for death.

The minutes continued to tick by. Space trembled under the might of the condensing arrow even as Dyon's soul stamina rapidly drained. Finally, over 10 minutes later, the arrow finally reached a 3 foot length.

Shattered space crashed around it even as the arrow spirit that came from Dyon's weapon pagoda shot into it.

Dyon had planned to use his common grade bow, but he smiled bitterly when he realized it had disintegrated under the might of the flaming black arrow.

Dyon sighed. It seemed that this arrow wasn't destined to be shot by that bow. But, if his weapon's pagoda could form spears and swords, why couldn't it form bows?

A brilliant crystalline bow shot into Dyon's hand, immediately melding with his white flames to form a bow of over four meters in height.

Dyon notched his arrow, a faint smile painting his face.

Dragons were too arrogant to give their descendants Life Saving Jades. But, something told Dyon that Titus was different from his fellow dragons. Still… Dyon would allow him to experience death so that he could firmly etch this moment into his memories!

The arrow Dyon took from his weapon's pagoda had the [Spatial Jump] ability! While the bow he took has the [Spatial Lock] ability! True God Titus stood not a single chance.

Dyon's back tightened as he pulled his bow taut. Flickers of white and black flames dancing around him. And then, he let go.

Even Dyon couldn't have predicted what happened next…

Not only did the fabric of space tear, it left a gaping hole that followed the trail of his arrow…. The very structure of the Epistemic Tower itself was torn, revealing hidden mechanisms with…