Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

But, [Reverb] took this even a step further! It allowed Dyon to store not only the power of Dyon's strikes, but a portion of his opponent's striking power as well! For every strike Drathal threw out in retaliation, Dyon's supreme grade spear spirit had the ability to covert 10% of it into its own power, as a result, Dyon's striking power gained a portion of Drathal's every time their blades crossed. This combined with Dyon's layering strength and Drathal was already beaten and bloodied.

The worst part for Drathal was that none of this touched the abilities of Dyon's flames.

Dyon's white flames had a purifying ability that dissipated the qi Drathal tried to accumulate, cutting his strength by at least 20%. At the same time, Dyon's black flames were so menacing that every time their weapons collided, it felt as though a nuclear bomb was being set off. It was as though it wanted to destroy everything in its path… yet these two flames were coexisting!

What could Dyon thank for this if not his Eternity's Balance constitution?

Everything about Dyon's battle prowess seemed to be coming together to form an undefeatable mountain, a legend that stood about all things and could look down upon even True Gods with disdain!

If just this one weapon spirit's ability was like this, what else was hidden within Dyon's weapon's pagoda? What mountain of treasure was hidden within just waiting for him to discover it?

This was why manifestations were so difficult to comprehend. Dyon might be about 60 years old in the eyes of the universe, but in reality, he had experienced over a hundred years of life, yet it wasn't until recently that he comprehended this about himself!

On one hand Dyon's silver mirror constitution which could reflect 50% of Diasho Ken's strikes, deflected 30% of Drathal's. Before that even occurred, his white flames cut Drathal's fighting prowess by 20%. Then Dyon's weapon's [Reverb] ability took 10 more percent for itself. And this left only 40% of Drathal's striking power, all for it to collide with Dyon's diamond skin!

Dyon didn't know the extent of the defensive abilities of his diamond skin as he hadn't tested it to its limits yet. But wasn't it enough to know that 40% of a True God on Drathal's level felt like a fly buzzing around him?

Drathal, by now, was burning with rage. But, he had nowhere to put it.

In the end, he became so pissed off that he immediately began shifting to his Dragon form. Since Dyon wanted to use techniques that multiplied his strength, Drathal would show him what a true explosively increase in power was.

But who would have known that Rahl's beautiful figure would suddenly flash between them, acting so fast that even Dyon couldn't react?

She stopped both of their strikes with incomparable ease, causing Dyon's pupils to constrict into pinholes. Was the gap between them and a pseudo-dao expert really so large?

"That's enough." She said lightly. "We are indeed in the wrong, we'll be leaving now. However, 30 years is too long. I'll let you have your way for half of that. Once your protection over Low Gold City ends, your ban will end." Without another word, she turned to leave.

Dyon's calm gaze watched as Rahl's alluring figure left further into the distance. Kere followed not too long later, giggling lightly as she shook her head at Dyon's calmness. She herself was no weaker than Rahl, so she saw quite well that if Rahl had decided to attack just then, Dyon couldn't have reacted in time.

Drathal was the most resistant to leaving, his eyes burning with battle intent. Dragon forms were nothing like what a kitsune might experience with their small, fragile beast forms.

The first level was the full dragon form. This would easily boost Drathal's strength by at least 10 times. Considering his high-level bloodline even among the Dragons, it would be closer to 12 times.

But, there was an even higher form Dragons could enter. However, this form was only available to those who followed both the human and beast path, just like these geniuses did. This was a hybrid beast-human form. When this form was entered, let alone a 12 times boost, even 30 or even 50 times wasn't impossible. Some who honed their hybrid form to the level of resonating with the Heavens could reach even higher levels than this.

Due to their hybrid form, Rahl and Kere could already battle with weaker lower dao experts. Why would they put Dyon in their eyes?

However, how could they know that Dyon had gone easy on them as well? All this time, had Dyon used his golden yacht? It had the ability to boost his wills to the dao realm. Would the outcome be certain if he had done that? Who knows?...

Finally, Drathal too turned to leave.

Moments later, Dyon's features turned pale as he coughed up several mouthfuls of blood. His diamond skin wavered and his weapon's master armor flickered out of existence.

Dyon's strength was already heaven defying. How could it be so easy to withstand multiplying that already heaven defying power by 20 times with his Titan Emperor's Will? At most, even at its perfection stage, he could sustain it for a few minutes. If it wasn't for his Holy Type qi, it would have disappeared long ago.

[Author's Note: I can't remember if I made this mistake before or not, but the first stage of Titan Emperor's Will provides a 20 times boost. The next is 40 times. The next after than is 80 times. If I ever said 10 times before, that was wrong. My bad x).]

Dyon took deep breaths. He was lucky that this problem was diffused so easily, but if this Rahl woman believed she was doing him a favor, she'd be very disappointed very soon. Since he said 30 years, it would be 30 years!

"Big brother, let us out!" Shere roared from within Dyon's inner world. She couldn't understand why Dyon hadn't used their help yet. Together, their battle prowess would take another massive leap forward.

The cultivation speed of celestial beasts was truly frightening, especially after Dyon brought them all to the level of Kings. Maybe it wouldn't be long before they regained their supreme grade bloodlines.

As of now, the four of them were already middle celestials on the verge of becoming higher celestials. Though they weren't as powerful as True Gods alone, they could definitely match Emperors at the same cultivation level. Plus, when they worked together, especially with Dyon, their combat prowess wasn't simply a sum of its parts.

Dyon smiled lightly, wiping the blood from his lips and allowing his spear to disappear into nothing. In the next moment, he took out a simple black long bow that stood an entire meter taller than him. After quickly checking and noticing the Empress Aspirant Cativa was still occupied, he shot toward True God Titus.

"Let's go then."

In that moment, the call of four world shattering beasts called out, appearing in the skies in domineering fashion.

In the distance, Rahl paused, looking down at her delicate palm. A moment ago, it was perfectly fine, but just now a fine wound began to leak with blood.

She chuckled. 'True God Sacharro, hm? I'll see you on the Ancient Battlefield.'