Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

"It's not so bad." Ri comforted Dyon. She remembered very clearly that Dyon only lost his arm because he moved her out of the way. Had he not taken action, it would have been her arm that was lost.

"Zabia didn't use the planet grade healing pill during his dao tribulation. It's definitely enough to heal your arm."

Dyon sighed. "I can't use such a valuable pill for my arm. I'll have to think of another way. If I could find saint grade holy type energy, it would be enough."

How had Dyon survived his saint tribulation? Wasn't it because the saint grade holy type qi he took from the bull bird's dung could instantly regenerate his shattered body parts?

Still, its effects likely wouldn't be so exaggerated anymore. After all, back then, Dyon was an essence gatherer, but now he was a celestial. In addition, the meridians he had to reform were no longer of the first grade, but instead of the true deity grade. The difference was akin to heaven and earth.

But, Dyon was confident that even if the impact wasn't as automatic as it was in the past, saint grade holy type energy would still be incredibly useful to him.

There was a major problem, though… The bull bird no longer had any of this energy remaining. In addition, the immediate area around their territory didn't either.

After years of exploring portions of his constitution's world, Dyon understood something. Creatures like the bull bird were only qualified to have access to the essence grade of these special energies. The only reason that the bull bird's dung had the saint grade was because the bull bird had concentrated that energy over more than a decade.

The bull bird was quite ambitious, wanting to use the saint grade energy to give her children a better future than she had. Unfortunately, Dyon ruined her dreams. It was no wonder why she was still so enraged with him to this day even though he tried to make it up.

'I guess it is about time I explore my constitution's world more…' Dyon thought to himself. 'If I could find a true source of saint grade typed qi, my strength would take another massive leap forward.'

If Dyon could use saint grade holy type energy whenever he wanted, wouldn't he be able to battle forever?

Suddenly, Ri's sword qi froze just as she was delicately slicing another piece of Dyon's flesh off.

"We need to go to the water mist quadrant, now!"

Dyon directly leaped upward, controlling the golden yacht to the nearest teleportation formation.

After sweeping by Celestial Corner to take the lightning willow mask from his clone, he and Ri teleported to Water Mist Quadrant, appearing within Water City, a downtown of sorts located outside of the Sect. With another teleportation, they appeared before the large gated entrance of the Water Mist Sect.

The female guards didn't make any attempt to stop Ri since they recognized her. That said, they hesitated slightly when they saw Dyon, unsure if they should allow him in easily or not.

Before they could react, Dyon had already glided by, leaping upon Ri's Centauress along with her.

Centauress galloped across the skies, her large body casting a shadow over the Sect as they cut a straight line toward Ri's island.

In the distance, the sight of three females being dragged by their hair out of Ri's courtyard caused Dyon to frown. Their three delicate faces were flush with anger, but the punishment faction of the water mist sect didn't seem to care.

"What are you doing?!" Ri's voice carrier over the blue waters, piercing the ears of the punishment faction ladies.

Two young ladies stood watching this affair with light smiles on their faces. These two were none other than the only two true Legatees of the Water Mist Sect, both of whom were of the 8th Grade.

However, just this fact alone wasn't enough to shake Dyon. The real issue was that they were both already in the pseudo-dao realm. Even if Dyon hadn't lost 9 orders worth of fighting prowess, he would have a massive problem facing the two of them. But, now that he had, it could only be said that he stood not a single chance.

The three punishment faction females, dressed in tight and alluring white leather attire, pretended as though they couldn't hear Ri's words at all. What a joke. Two Legatees were here overseeing them, what was a Ri who wasn't even a pseudo-dao expert worth?

In truth, the moment Ri recovered from the effects of the martial saint pill, she had come looking for Anabella to take advantage of her probationary period. Who would have guessed that the Mist Clan would be shameless to the point of hiding her away under the guise of 'secluded cultivation'?

This matter had already pissed Ri off. But, since Dyon called her to go with him back to Earth, she decided to cool off with the equivalent of a small vacation with her husband.

It wasn't excessively important for her to become the Legatee, however, challenging Anabella would give her the Water Mist Sect's key which was an incredibly important resource. Obviously, these two Legatees here weren't able to challenge Anabella due to Sect rules, but Ri wasn't restricted by the same laws.

But, here was the Mist Clan, acting out of their bounds again.

These three females being dragged out of Ri's courtyard were none other than the three 7th Order disciples whom the key wielder should have been chosen amongst. But, since they weren't of the Mist Clan, they never got the chance to reach their full potential. The worst part was that the Mist Clan had suppressed them after they entered the Celestial Realm, causing all three to still be lower celestials.

At that moment, Dyon's Presence descended in full force. Well, with as much full force as King grade Presence would give him. Since he was acting as Jaws now, he couldn't unleash his Emperor grade Presence.

The white leather clad punishment faction women froze in place, their bodies trembling. As normal disciples, how could they have Presence protection treasures?

Although King grade Presence wasn't even a single percent as powerful as Emperor level Presence, one had to remember that King level Presence was still the staple of True Gods!

"When my wife is speaking, you listen. Ignore her again and I don't mind painting Water Mist Sect waters red."