Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God-Novel

Of course, Dyon knew why Cassius had died just like that.

In the moments this ant had actually been threatening him, Dyon had lost his temper. He had already been patient enough with these people, even letting them slowly lay out their plans. Yet, this fool had actually wanted to talk to him as though he was pressed up against a corner.

The thing Dyon hated the most was being tested by those who believed themselves to be above him. The root of that hate was an ingrained hatred for those who felt themselves to be above him at all.

With such a disposition, gazing upon Cassius talking down to him had already ticked Dyon off. Yet, this idiot actually kept going and asked him to either hand over Jade's Primordial Yin or hand Jade over herself.

The moment the low elf dared to speak such words, Dyon's heart had already fallen into a hellish abyss.

Dyon's wives could all be considered his reverse scales, but he was especially sensitive when it cto Jade. He still had an endless pile of complex feelings for her and this low elf actually wanted him to hand her over to him?

In his fury, Dyon's aura had erupted. With the evolution of his sovereign flame, Cassius was suppressed to the point where his body ceased to function at all.

It could only be said that Dyon's strength was maybe more tremendous than even he realized.

He coldly swept a glance over the corpses before him and back toward the and Well Clan representatives. It was clear that the latter two groups didn't want anything to do with him as they hurriedly shifted their gazes away, shuffling into the sea of bustling people who didn't react to their presence at all.

Dyon swept a hand forward and snatched a pouch from the Earl's hip.

Spatial treasures were incredibly rare on the immortal plane. However, those that did exist were separated into pouches like this one and rings.

By comparison, spatial rings were far rarer. Due to the sturdy materials they were made of, the spaces within them were comparatively larger and far stronger. A spatial ring could last forever, but the space within a pouch could last a few decades at most. Swith better quality could last up to a century, but they would eventually need to be replaced.

Despite how wealthy he was, the Earl could only afford to have a space pouch, so the value of spatial rings could be guessed.

Dyon swept a glance at the inside of the pouch and sneered.

A wisp of sword qi shredded the pouch apart.

If others saw Dyon's actions they would be completely astonished. Since the inner spaces of space pouches were inferior, if they were destroyed like this, all of the valuables within them would be destroyed as well, compared to spatial rings which would safely deposit everything outside first before its space was destroyed.

So, Dyon's actions were akin to destroying everything inside the space pouch!

However, what actually happened would be completely outside their expectations. Just when the inner space was about to collapse, Dyon's aura surged, resulting in the collapsing space to freeze in tas though it was too scared of Dyon to continue.

Under Dyon's control, the floating fluctuations of space opened like an envelope to reveal several hidden layers within.

'This space pouch should have been more expensive to construct than even slower level spatial rings, yet he would rather make one of these than buying just a single spatial ring despite knowing he would have to make another in a hundred years. Truly cautious to the extreme…'

It could only be called a pity that the Earl met Dyon as an opponent, someone without scruples and with not a single care to explain himself. Others might be fearful of the bad impression they would leave on others by going back on their word like this, and might even rush to explain that the Earl was plotting against them. But, Dyon hadn't said a word as those other immortals rushed away.

'So this is what you were hiding, huh…' Dyon's gaze narrowed into slits.

There were numerous treasures in the Earl's possession that Dyon glossed over as though they were nothing more than trash. What Dyon was staring at now were three small and transparent bottles, not even a palm width in height. Each held a sparkling blue liquid that shimmered as though holding countless stars.

Even if Dyon had an eternity to guess, he would never for a moment think that the Earl would have something like this in his possession.

'Soul nurturing elixir.'

Elixir making was an extinct profession not unlike Saru's spiritual cook profession. However, unlike Saru's profession, its disappearance was due to the fact it had been made obsolete by alchemy.

However, there were still a few natural elixirs birthed by the Heavens that put even god grade pills to shame…

Natural elixirs were the existences that originally inspired the birth of the elixir making profession. In fact, those of this elixir making profession called themselves alchemists as well.

However, humans and beasts alike realized many years later that it was impossible to match the heavens in the art of elixir making and their paths began to evolve. This was how alchemy transformed into traditional alchemy before ultimately evolving once more into array alchemy.

This said, though spills could match natural elixirs in potency now, all of those pills were without exception at the very pinnacle of the god grade.

What did this mean? It meant that this Earl actually had the equivalent of several pinnacle god grade pills in his grasp right now!

To put this matter into perspective, a single half-immortal pill could already grant tens of millions of years of life to mortals. Just what then could a pinnacle god grade pill do, then?

With his breadth of knowledge, Dyon recognized this natural elixir with a single glance and his expression turned solemn.

The soul nurturing natural elixir was an amazing treasure. It had several heaven defying abilities.