Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God-Novel



A sword shot out from its depths, carrying with it the aura of a supreme grade weapon.

At that moment, Ken felt nothing but humiliation! Dyon had actually taken out a sword to face them all!

Dyon looked toward the five captains calmly. Each of them had released their pseudo domains, causing a clash of atmosphere.

On one side, there were rays of beautiful crystalline and holy lights, falling from the skies in the shape of swords. On the other side, there was an eerie darkness, though Dyon's royal blue diamond armor shone, it was overcast by his rage… Flames of black sprouted from his body, surging over his frame.

Dyon shot forward, his eyes filled with battle intent. He knew he had to end this as quickly as possible. There was no telling how long the puppets could hold the Star Force back, and, in all likelihood, the three dragon and qilin True Gods were rapidly approaching.

The moment Dyon crossed into the combined 5 pseudo domains of his opponents, he understood just how potent a domain could be. It seemed as though every inch of space carried the will of its wielder. If it wasn't for Dyon's overbearing Presence, entering such a domain without activating one of his own would only have one result: death!

"If I don't slay you where you stand, know that my name is no longer Diasho Ken!" A mighty roar left Ken's lips.

In that moment, his body was enveloped by a blinding light. Everyone knew exactly what this sort of form was… As half-sprites, the abilities of the Star and Five Blade Clans were limited, they couldn't perfectly match up to their full sprite counterparts.

However, every half-sprite had a battle form that they could activate. If just for a few moments, they would rise above their limitations, perfectly melding with what it meant to be a true sprite!

Even as thousands of half-sprites lay incapacitated to his back, Diasho Ken could never allow this humiliation to stand! Even if he was weakened for several months to come, he had to go all out!

The remaining four captains roared simultaneously.

One of the Okatana Clan took out a blade with a circular hilt, his sword floating around his wrist.

One of the Katana Clan took out a katana that shimmered of jade, standing at almost 5 feet in length!

One of the Odachi Clan took out a short, curved sword at just over two feet in length.

One of the Nagamaki Clan took out a sword with an exceptionally long handle. It almost seemed as though the handle itself was just as long as the blade!

And finally, Diasho Ken's two floating swords shifted to his hands. Even under Dyon's weapon's master will, they stuck by their true master!

Dyon's sword flowed like the rays of the sun. At that moment, every movement of the five captains became incomparably clear to him. Not just the choices they would make, but the trajectories and weaknesses of their techniques. His comprehension of the sword had reached such a profound height that even the techniques of the Five Blade Families were directly understood by him.

It was incomparably difficult to raise comprehension of weapon wills. However, as sword sprites, this obviously wasn't an issue that these captains faced. Each and every one of them had a half-step dao sword will. But, when their projections appeared in the air, they were directly dwarfed by Dyon's. Even Diasho Ken's, who had one that spanned 10 meters, had barely 10% the size of Dyon's!

At this moment, Diasho Ken suddenly realized just how much Dyon was holding back during the day of the black sun. Back then, he had used nothing but his fists, when reality, he was multiple times more powerful with a weapon in his hand!

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Dyon fell into a selfless state. He no longer allowed his emotions to rule him. He needed a swift and decisive victory as quickly as possible.

[Piercing Rays] was a peak common grade technique split into nine layers, something that was rare for such a low grade technique.

The quintessence of the technique was hidden within its name. One that reached its utmost layer would have a sword qi akin to the rays of the sun, unhindered and unfettered, ruling over the world with unmatched speed and power.

However, for such a weak technique to have such a grandiose description, it could be imagined the kind of flaws it had. While those words sound grand on the surface, wasn't it simple to block the rays of the sun? Even a small child could cast a shadow of their own, right? Didn't this mean that even a small child could block the sun?

This was the weakness of the technique. It had grand aspirations, but its path was flawed. Light was flexible, but it was too flexible. If one wanted a technique with such fluidity, but also had a hidden power within, it would be better to model it after water instead of mere sun rays.

In the beginning, Dyon too wanted to ignore this technique. He planned on bringing it to the One with Self realm as his master asked before directly ignoring as he had with many others. After all, not every One with Self technique could be as powerful as [Vanishing Fist].

However, during his comprehension, Dyon stumbled upon something beautiful.

The rays of the sun could be impeded, but to every yin there was a yang. With the rays of the sun, came an ever-present shadow. When the shadows rescinded, what remained was the ever-looming sun. Yin and Yang, Light and Dark, Sun and Shadow. This was what this technique was missing!

If [Vanishing Fist] could be considered the equivalent to a Heaven Grade technique once brought to the One with Self realm, [Piercing Rays] was not a single bit inferior. If it wasn't for the fact Dyon hadn't comprehended light and darkness wills, it wouldn't lose out to even a divine grade technique!

However, while Dyon didn't comprehend light and dark, what he did have were his unique flames!

In Dyon's hands, his sword became akin to two sides of the world. At times it was light and airy, reflecting a pure innocence, and at other times it was swift and ferocious, reflecting the scheming evil hidden beneath.ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ Noᴠelꜰire

It could only be said that if Dyon ever perfectly fused his unique flames with this technique, it would reach a level that would dwarf even the divine grade.

The beauty of his swordplay completely dwarfed that of those remaining captains. The guild members who were forcibly pinned to the ground could only raise their heads in awe. As sword sprites, what they respected the most was the sword. To see a mere human dancing with his weapon in such a way… It made them feel inferior.

Dyon's sword turned chaotic, its black edge carrying with it an eerie death. He swung downward forcibly, throwing the Captain Okatana off balance.

His swordplay changed once more, he activated the third layer of [Piercing Rays], his sword becoming a blinding and pure light.

Three rays of piercing sword qi shot forward, piercing the captain in both shoulders and finally through to his spine.

Dyon's body spun, with one captain incapacitated, he attacked like the flowing rain once more.

Two down… Three…

A roar left Dyon's lips, sharp spatial qi and black flames fusing with his blade's edge. His strikes became more potent, more powerful.