Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God-Novel



With the help of his inner world, as long as Dyon could spare the time to send his mind inward, he could not only form these arrow much quicker, he could maintain many of them at once.

As things currently stood now, 12 arrows remained. Dyon found this to be his absolute limit, even with the help of his inner world. Unfortunately, his inner world was too weak to withstand the creation of anymore. That was right… The existence of the arrows alone caused the space of Dyon's inner world to tremble and crack!

Three of these arrows were a swirl of white and black, however, the remaining 9, formerly 10, were a solid and slick black, compressed to their greatest possible extent.

These arrows, Dyon didn't form them with his normal intent will. Using the power given him by the golden yacht, he directly formed them with dao level chaos flames, making them even stronger than what Titus faced by several levels!

Dyon cringed when he thought about the number of planet grade soul stones he went through to form just these 13 arrows. Even his soul couldn't withstand the price of forming even one. This didn't even mention the energy he needed to siphon off from himself just to maintain their existences.

He could only hope that he made every single one count.

The black arrow shot through the ocean waters in a vacuum of air opened by the King seahorses. It was compressed to such a level that it no longer gave off heat of its own, careening toward Twelve's unassuming figure.

Waves of sound distorted when entering new mediums. Because Twelve's Perception wasn't as sharp without his sonar, Dyon took advantage. He traded the stamina of one King seahorse in exchange for this path of air. The combination of the music qi interference of the seahorses and the distortion brought about by his sonar having to travel from water to air was too much for Twelve to overcome. By the time the arrow became visible, it was already within the 10-meter radius of Fifteen's sphere of light.

For a normal dao expert, 10 meters was more than enough time to react and move, especially when the arrow was shot by a mere celestial. Its speed meant nothing to such experts. But, how could Twelve move when he was by electrocuted by neurotoxic lightning?

Twelve's eyes widened. Weren't these enemies supposed to be weak? Where did such a devastating arrow come from?

Still, Twelve had faced death more times than he cared to count. He was an expert who had trained himself to the dao realm! The higher dao realm at that! He had climbed upon too many corpses to reach this place, and he didn't plan on going down any time soon.

Twelve roared, his enigmatic qi tearing through the cold qi around him in a violent eruption. He knew well that the cold qi would infuse further into himself after this, but he knew something else as well. That instant of time where the ocean water could no longer touch them, didn't the cold qi stop?I think you should take a look at

Twelve sneered. 'I'll accept your cold qi for now, but I'll expel it soon!'

There was no suspense. The arrow Dyon had spent hours condensing meant nothing before the strength of a Higher Dao Formation expert. A single fist was all it took for it to shatter.

Twelve shivered. The moment his eruption ended, the cold qi he had been holding off tore its way through his body, sinking into his soul. The world slowed down around him. It felt as though it took several seconds just to finish a part of a complete thought.

'I … Have … To … Push … The …. Water … Awa –" Twelve stared blankly into space. "Is … This … Pain?"

Twelve was confused. His nervous system was working so slowly that he only barely managed to register that he was feeling pain before his lifeforce began to fade. To the end, he was still confused about just why the teammates he had known all his life were looking at him with such shocked expressions.

Dyon would never be foolish enough to believe that an arrow created by him, a mere lower celestial, could fatally wound a higher dao expert, even if that expert was only of the 2nd grade. No, from the very beginning, Dyon had planned for the arrow to fail all so that the next phase could take advantage of the surging cold qi.

When Dyon first awakened the sentinels, they only had two abilities. Though he didn't name them then, he now knew them as [Qi Line] and [Switch]. The former allowed a line of destructive qi to be instantaneously drawn between the two sentinels. Its cutting ability couldn't be underestimated. However, the second ability seemed almost… useless. In fact, Dyon had mentioned as such long ago.

[Switch] allowed the sentinels to switch positions with each other in an instant. One could see how such an ability would be lack luster. If one puppet was in danger, wouldn't switching them just put the other in danger? What was the point?

Dyon only found two uses for this ability. The first was if he happened to be atop of one of the sentinels. That way, using [switch] actually protected himself. The second was a use that was no longer relevant. Back then, only one of the puppets were of the middle celestial realm while the other couldn't cultivate past the lower celestial realm. In that case, switching a weaker opponent for an instantaneously stronger opponent did have its uses. After all, that was how Dyon killed Matriarch Niveus.

It was only after the Mending Core brought the sentinels to their peak state that Dyon understood that this switching ability was actually incomplete. Due to the damage the sentinels received, they could only bring out a portion of their teleportation abilities.

The true and complete ability was known as [Retrace]. It allowed the sentinels to instantly teleport back to a place they had been within the last 30 seconds. This could be accomplished once every ten minutes. However, [Retrace] had an even better application. It could teleport an object of its master's desire, or even its master itself, to those locations as well!ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ ɴovᴇl_Firᴇ.ɴet