Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God-Novel



It was no wonder he was surprised. How could he, as an esteemed elder of such a high-ranking Sect, know the name of any and every disciple? Though he had a faint feeling that no one Dyon wanted to meet could be normal, he still didn't expect the case to be this abnormal.

Lilith was a name that made him sigh with regret. She was such a genius, to the point where she caught the eye of numerous elders, but for some reason, she was unable to break into the celestial realm.

Yet, this wasn't the most shocking part. Not only could she not break into the celestial realm, she couldn't even sense Celestial Qi! That was right, Lilith wasn't even a pseudo-celestial, she was still a 12th stage saint!

One might wonder then why a Fifth Elder would still believe her to be a genius. How could one be a genius if you couldn't even comprehend celestial qi?

This was where the shocking reality of Lilith came into being. Despite not entering the celestial realm, her abilities were absolutely shocking. It was to the point where the carefree and normally impossible to find Sect Head wanted to take her in as his God Daughter despite already having numerous children of his own, including Malthor.

Lilith's story was one that that caused endless awe. Despite not improving from the 12th saint realm, her combat prowess somehow pressed forward nonetheless. Those who understood knew there wasn't some hidden reason behind this… It was due to her sword. Her long katana created an offense so piercing that difference in cultivation seemed to hardly matter.

From the outside looking in, even to Dyon, it seemed that Lilith was wasting her potential. But the truth was that she had been honing her sword will and her immortal path for the past more than decade. For a genius of her level to ignore cultivation and spend all her time on comprehension… It was clear the level of monster she had become. Even middle celestials didn't dare stand before her easily.

Almost as though to confirm the rumors, when Dyon laid eyes on Lilith for the first time in years once more, she swinging her sword.

Actually, to the untrained eye, it seemed as though she wasn't moving at all. But Dyon's divine sense picked it up. Her muscles were constantly adjusting themselves several hundred times a second. Her seemingly unmoving self actually inching forward at a centimeter an hour.

She was still the same outstanding beauty Dyon remembered. Her long white hair reached her ankles, disappearing into the folds of her white gown. At the moment, her eyes were a deep black, but the striking red that Dyon remembered was still etched in his mind.

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Obviously, the one who spoke wasn't Lilith, but Sokzac.

If Lilith was a genius they lamented, Sokzac was a genius that overshadowed even Malthor. Many of the hidden factions within the Enigmatic Sect actually wanted Sokzac to challenge and take over Malthor's role as key wielder. But, for whatever reason, Sokzac never acted. He seemed to spend every waking hour either with Lilith, or training.

According to rumors, Sokzac had taken a low-profile approach originally. However, after numerous suitors seemed to want to bully his fiancée into becoming their own, he could no longer hold back his rage. After beating down numerous core disciples, his name spread far and wide even though he was still a middle celestial.

At the moment, his eyes were spitting flames. He still remembered that humiliating loss he suffered to Dyon.

He, who was a lower celestial at the time, actually lost to an essence gatherer. How could he not be humiliated?

It was this event that pushed Sokzac to abolish his celestial qi and recultivate the saint realm. Even if he had to face a stronger tribulation, he still did it. Now, he was brimming with the power of a 9th Order celestial. Seeing Dyon so suddenly appear within Lilith's courtyard, he was practically blazing with battle intent.

"Friend, you say?" Fifth Elder raised an eyebrow.

Dyon shrugged. "I said Sokzac was just her fiancé, my friend is Lilith."

But, the fifth elder could only awkwardly cough at these words because Lilith was still pretending as though Dyon wasn't here at all. What "friend"?

Dyon didn't seem too perturbed though. Lilith probably hated him even more than Sokzac did. After all, he forced her to strip in order to heal her soul. But, seeing the cultivation approach Lilith was taking, Dyon understood why this prideful woman lowered her head in the end.

If Lilith's soul was still damaged, it would have been impossible for her to continue comprehending the immortal path. As one of the 9 core dao hearts, it was difficult to comprehend normally. If one's soul was damaged, it might as well be impossible.

Lilith didn't want to face the possibility of being stuck at the saint realm for so long and also being unable to make any progress. So, she made the difficult decision to shed a layer of her innocence with Dyon.

Luckily for her, Dyon seemed completely uninterested in her body, and unlike what she thought, he didn't try to take advantage of the situation either. He treated her as though she was a wooden block.

She didn't know why, but that only made her angrier. Not to mention the fact it threw the feelings she thought she was beginning to foster for Sokzac into muddy waters even she couldn't see through.

At the time, she spent a lot of time thinking. She thought back to when she first stopped seeing Sokzac as a nuisance.

It was the day she enraged Dyon, causing him to shatter her connection with her Nightmare Palace's supreme grade treasure. Her soul suffered a terrible injury due to that attack. Plus, she also lost her clan's treasure to him.

She still remembered that helpless feeling she had. She was alone, in an unfamiliar land, and suddenly she couldn't rely on her own strength anymore. She was just a 17-year-old girl back then, she really couldn't be blamed for feeling that way.

But then Sokzac appeared. He wasn't his normal insufferable self for once and became a pillar for her. At that moment, she decided to open up her ice-like heart to him, albeit a small bit.

Still, she was confused. Hadn't she told herself to open up to Sokzac? So why was it that she didn't allow him to touch her? Even if she saved herself for marriage, she couldn't completely starve him of any contact, right? He was her fiancé after all… At least hold his hand, or allow him to hold you…

But every time she had thoughts like that, she felt a deep revulsion. A sickening feeling that stirred from the depths of her soul. So, she continued to avoid him.

And then this bastard appeared, and with a second beautiful wife too. No, fourth. She knew about Ri and Clara due to the events in Soul Quadrant.

She clearly sensed Dyon with her own divine sense. She wanted to slice that handsome face of his in half.