Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

Hearing this, the young men and women nodded in acknowledgement. After all, this young woman was a disciple in-name of the Beast Master Guild Head. How could the best beast tamer of their quadrants be wrong about something so simple?

"You don't think that maybe it has something to do with their white fur? Maybe someone perfected that evil technique. Wait, wasn't True God Sacharro from the Celestial Deer Quadrant? They can't be celestial beasts, could they?!"

"Ah…" The young woman had been planning on refuting because the first half of the young man's statement was pure stupidity. But, the second half caused her words to catch in her throat.

Eventually, she frowned in thought and shook her head once more. "Celestial beasts are of the supreme grade at worst. Plus, they've gone extinct… As far as we know, only the celestial deer survived and was tied to the Celestial Deer Sect – thus their name. Maybe these are a branch sub-species caused by true celestial beasts mating with a lesser race? Or maybe the Celestial Deer Quadrant was able to use celestial beast blood they had collected to mutate these beasts?" The young woman's eyes flashed. "Either way… They're very valuable."

A quiet-until-now young man shook his head at the greed that lit the eyes of his companions. "Do remember that these are the beast companions of a True God? If you all want to die, do it without me.

"And, you'd do well to remember that no one understands his own connection to the Celestial Deer Quadrant than True God Sacharro himself. If he didn't care to flaunt these beasts before you all, do you think he's worried about your measly greed?"

The guild disciples froze at these words. True God Sacharro had obviously sent his beasts here to train, who's to say he wasn't monitoring them right now? Could any beast master stand to lose such an exceptional beast? Even the young lady's own master only had a single transcendent grade beast companion, and it was of the lower transcendent grade!

Still, her master cherished that beast and poured all of his resources into it. If a lower transcendent grade beast was worth this much, what would these peak transcendent grade beasts be worth?

"Let's go." The quiet young man turned to leave. They had come to the Demonic Gorge by deciphering ancient texts, but clearly there was nothing here for them to partake in. It was too dangerous.

In this distance, Dyon who had been listening to this conversation using the arrays he placed on his beast companions sneered.

"Good choice."

Dyon stood, stretching out his body. The cracking sound of relaxing bones popped one after another. The process of his muscles stretching was almost akin to reinforced metal ropes, pulling against once another to tighten.

He hadn't told the beast babies to go in any particular direction, but they had ended up in the best place for them. According to Dyon's understanding, Demonic Gorge was a place filled with demon and devil qi essence. Such a place was a haven for body refinement. The only problem was that it was the domain of a pride of beasts Dyon knew very well: The Blue Demon Flame Tiger. This beast was among the eight transcendent grade beast tomes the Demon Sage had in his possession.

At this point, Dyon believed that fighting an entire pride of these beasts was too much for his beast companions. Even he would die in the face of such power. However, as things stood now, the pride of tigers was content to lay back and allow their lesser subordinates to attack.

That said, there was one thing that enraged Dyon. Maybe it was because they couldn't stand the appearance of another tiger species, but the King of the Blue Demon Flame Tigers actually stepped out to mortally wound Shere before slinking back into the shadows.

Dyon couldn't stand such cowardly actions. They had no issues with allowing thousands of their subordinates to die just so they themselves wouldn't have to face danger, but they were willing to take out what they deemed as a threat before it reached them. It was truly disgusting.

The truth of the matter was that due to the fact they shared the same sub species, and the fact Shere's bloodline was several tiers above them, the pride wouldn't be able to deal with Shere's bloodline suppression. This was why they were scared into not attacking despite being stronger than the band of four.

Still, despite understanding this, Dyon was pissed. He had half a mind to go on a rampage, but he eventually held himself back, taking in a deep breath. There were six months until they reached the year mark. Just hold out six more months and I'll help you vent those frustrations.

According to Madeleine, during the first phase, all beasts within the Mystical World were constrained to the peak celestial realm. Once the first phase closed, pseudo-dao formation beasts would be able to exhibit their true power. By the third phase, all beasts would be able to release their full strength – who knew what level of strength that was after so many millions of years?

All Dyon knew was that he would teach those demon tigers a lesson far before that.

"Finally want to go?" Madeleine said knowingly, looking up from her meditation.

"My hands are itching for a fight."

"Sadist." Lilianna muttered, having finally gained a new "insult".

Dyon ignored the still brooding spirit, taking Madeleine's waist in his arms and hopping onto Little Rain's broad sword before they all shot into the air.

**

Just a few hours later, Dyon and Madeleine stood before a looming castle that seemed to be plucked directly out of medieval times.

That said, it had quite a few differences from such olden time castles. Instead of being dingy and unkept, covered in moss and greenery, this castle shone like a refined metal. The fact that is was partly illusory only made it twinkle under the perpetual sunny rays all the more brightly.

"So this is one of this invisible castles? That wasn't too hard to find." Dyon said with a grin.

Madeleine only giggled at her husband's antics. Of course it wasn't hard for him to find, he could cover an entire 10% of the Mystical World with a thought. It wasn't as though this castle hid from divine senses like a heavenly treasure, it just hid from the eyes. If it had so many layers of protection, no one would have known of their existence at all.

Suddenly, Little Rain began vibrating with excitement under their feet. "There are hard rocks everywhere!"

Dyon looked below his feet before looking toward the castle again. "You can't mean…"

"Can I take it? Can I take it?"

Dyon coughed awkwardly. How could he say yes? What would even happen if he said yes? Would the owner of the mystical world become angry with him for allowing Little Rain to 'eat' its castle?

"We'll talk about this later…" Dyon said slowly.

Little Rain's small face poked out of one of the broad sword's crystalline chains, a clear pout on his lips. His eyes grew misty, sparkling with illusory tears.

"Okay, okay. I'll let you take some of it AFTER we take everything inside."

Little Rain clapped excitedly, causing the broad sword to tremble in the air again.

'This father son duo are nothing but a gang of thieves…' Lilianna muttered.

"This isn't thievery." Dyon said with a righteous expression. "Whoever created this world obvious wanted us to take his or her things, or else why would they do all of this?"

'How could you possible know that? What if he was saving it for a specific Clan or Sect of people and you're all just destroying their hopes and dreams right now?'

Dyon rolled his eyes. "Are all Holy Princesses only capable of fighting for imaginary things?"

Lilianna blushed in shame, clearly feeling the jab Dyon poked toward the fact she had tried to kill him over such 'imaginary' things as well…

"Alright you two, let's go in." Madeleine mediated, urging Little Rain forward.

Madeleine and Dyon walked into the castle, hand in hand. They were greeted by tall arching structures following along a long, bright corridor that seemed to continue forever. Beneath their feet, a soft, red carpet lay, extending with the corridor.