Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

"We and these true geniuses here have come to an agreement."

"We?" Dyon raised an eyebrow before waving his hand. "Yea, yea. Do whatever you want. What does it have to do with me if you want to pawn off your wife for some resources?"

This entire time, True God Star had maintained his amicable smile. Even when Cal ogled his wife and all but raped her where she stood, he didn't have a change in expression. But hearing Dyon's words, he felt something within himself crack.

Even if these geniuses wanted to humiliate him, that was fine. After all, they had the power to do so. But how was this person who had yet to even step into the Dao Realm worthy of speaking to him like this?!

Many had shocked expressions on their faces, others wore sneers, but only calm one seemed to be the young Oracle Sprite who stared at Dyon with curious eyes.

'He stands off to the side, yet he somehow feels like the focal points of it all… '

After a moment, True God Star stopped shaking, controlling himself to the best of his abilities. He didn't trust himself to attack. If he did, he would definitely kill Dyon. Even if the Sprite Alliance could look down on three Higher Existences, his Star Clan most definitely didn't have the capital to do so. If he enraged the Sacharro Clan, his Clan would definitely be finished.

So, he could only look toward someone he trusted for help.

Meeting his best friend's gaze, True God Diasho understood. Those words Emperor Star spoke weren't just for the others, but were most for them. Since his brother had already made such a willing sacrifice, if he couldn't let go of a woman who wasn't even his own to begin with, he wouldn't be worthy of standing side by side with him.

In that moment, he swallowed his desires and decided to let go of Amphorae. With calm steps, and his palms on his long and short sword strapped to his waist, he made his way toward Dyon.

Dyon, who had already stopped paying attention again, looked up to see a jumping clown paused just a meter and a half or so away from him.

"You four, come with me." Diasho Ren spoke emotionlessly, pointing toward Ri, Madeleine, Amphorae and Clara. He didn't spare Dyon a glance.

Dyon's smile froze.

In the distance, Terren and Cal sneered.

"It seems he finally understands the situation." Terren laughed.

"You're really too lucky. You must share them with me."

"Ridiculous. Ask me again in 50 years and maybe we can negotiate."

Dyon turned to Clara. "Ten years ago, what happened exactly."

Clara opened her mouth to avoid the subject, but she could somehow sense from Dyon's gaze that weaseling out wasn't an option. Plus, considering the current situation anyway, whether he knew or not, heads would roll…

With a sigh, she described those events in detail.

"Is that so…" Dyon muttered. The light in his eyes disappeared. What once was a lustrous gold carrying sparkles of emerald that shone like stars became a near endless abyss.

"I won't say it again." Diasho Ren repeated. He didn't stop Clara from retelling her story at all. He simply didn't care. In fact, he wanted Dyon to know just how meaningless his face was to him.

A sword appeared in Dyon's hand. There was no flashy movement. In fact, it almost seemed as though it had always been there, as though it had never left his hand to begin with.

The sword was plain. Just a simple black leather wrapped handle and a steel blade. No one had noticed because it happened too quickly, but this wasn't a sword Dyon pulled from his spatial ring, it was one he randomly constructed with a creation array. It was no different from any other common grade weapon despite its finish being absolutely pristine.

"You want to go against our decision?"

Dyon didn't respond, his dull expression met Ren's gaze, tossing his soul into freezing waters.

"Ai, since it seems this man really can't speak for you all, forget it, forget it." Cal waved his hand, turning to leave. "Good luck to you all."

True God Star grit his teeth.

"Put down your weapon, now!" He finally lost his cool, his eyes reddening to almost extreme degrees. It was as though all of their blood vessels popped at once.

Many voices began to pile on. If others could make the sacrifice for them, why not pile on?

Everyone was here aside from the Dragons who mysteriously hadn't appeared this time around. Of those present, however, over 70% of them raised their voices, accusing Dyon of dragging them all down with him.

As long as a few made sacrifices, they could exchange half of their merits for an easier trial. Since it wasn't their wives they were throwing away the dignity of, who cared?

Plus, True God Star was seen as the most powerful among them all. Even though Dyon ranked first, they were by now well aware that he had relied on his commanding expertise to perform so well.

Since even True God Star made sacrifices, who was Dyon to not make some of his own?

"… What about us! Don't be so selfish!"

"Even True God Star is willing to make the necessary sacrifices, I don't think you have the mental fortitude necessary to reach the top!"

"You want to throw us all into the abyss for your own personal gain?!"

Cal slowed his steps, finding this all to be very amusing. Were humans really so pathetic? They were jumping over each other to offer up their dignity.

'They're too calm.' The Oracle Sprite gazed toward Dyon's wives and the warriors to his back. Not a single one of them so much as raised an eyebrow.

"You can all die for all I care." Dyon's voice was soft, but held an irrepressible majesty that drowned out every voice but his own. "Having warriors like you by my side on a battlefield would only taint my sword."

The crowd was stunned. They really hadn't expected Dyon to respond in this way.