Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

Dyon breathed heavily, looking down on their retreating figures with a piercing gaze.

Heaven's Scroll shone brighter and brighter, trembling under his presence, but he didn't care. In fact, he hardly noticed even as began to slowly etch his name.

Still, even though he didn't care, that didn't mean others didn't. The arena fell into complete silence, watching on with bated breath.

It was then the situation suddenly changed. The Heaven's Scroll had only completed its first stroke when a crack formed on its body. At first it was small, but then it began to expand wildly.

Under the eyes of countless powerhouses of the mortal plane, the Heaven's Scroll that had stood for countless Eras shattered, its bits and pieces becoming a surge of qi that shot into the air.

There in the sky, the qi began to change form. Many were expecting some spectacular change, but it soon became obvious that they were forming letters than then formed words…

When Dyon looked up into the sky, he couldn't help but chuckle. Hadn't this already happened once before?

'You Don't Qualify to Name Me.'

Dyon shook his head as he looked into the skies.

Back when his manifestation first awakened in the Elvin Kingdom, the stone seal that hid the Soul Tome had been tasked with naming it. Unfortunately, instead of doing so, its attempt resulted in the stone seal shattering, eventually leading to the Soul Tome landing in Dyon's hands.

Today, the Heaven's Scroll tried again, this time in an attempt to name Dyon himself. But the result was an ancient treasure of unknown grade destroying itself in the attempt. As though to add insult to injury, the qi unnecessarily rearranged itself into the same words as back then.

Even if Dyon swore he wasn't doing it on purpose, others wouldn't believe him. But, he truly wasn't. He could faintly tell that his body was hiding an inexplicable secret, but whenever he tried to ponder upon it, he'd draw a blank.

It was only now Dyon understood that it wasn't that the Heaven's Scroll was taking its time in evaluating him, but rather that it had been struggling to do so in the first place. Dyon had already been battling the two Ancestors for over a full day, and it only just now attempted to write his Title.

"Are you two done?" Dyon asked blandly, watching as the two Ancestors clutched their stomach in hopes of not having their intestines spill out.

Though Dyon's face was pale from the strain, unlike the Ancestors, he didn't have a single injury on his body. His advantage in movement, not to mention his Immortal Sense, made it impossible for these two to lay a hand on him in this environment. Dyon estimated that if he entered the Peak Dao Realm, he would be undefeatable on the Mortal Plane even without the influence of the Heaven's Scroll.

It could be said that his body and qi had reached their limits.

The two Ancestors weren't fools. They too knew the situation had changed. In fact, in this situation, the fact the Celestial Deer Sect was the root of Dyon's origins made them breathe a sigh of relief. Because that meant there was nothing Dyon could do about their next actions!

In response to Dyon's words, the two Ancestors erupted with a fiery golden energy. Countless golden robed silhouettes appeared in the skies, filling the two with strength far beyond their normal means.

Their backs straightened as their blood dried up. Their wounds healed at a visible rate, causing Dyon's eyes to narrow.

It was no wonder they were confident. The Celestial Deer Sect they had always known, even at their peak, only controlled two quadrants: Dyon's home quadrant, and the 99 universes quadrant.

Though, in order to counteract this, the quality of their Faith was exceedingly high. The reputation of the Celestial Deer Sect spoke for itself. Countless Outer Powers fawned over them. How could their Faith purity not be high?

However, the current situation was very different. The Celestial Deer Sect the public had once loved had faded from memory long ago. Those of the upper echelon here might remember them, but their number was only a drop in the bucket compared to the population of the Mortal Plane.

Simply put, the Faith of the Celestial Deer Sect had drastically plummeted over the countless years that had passed since their fall. Since that was the case… How could Dyon be a match for them?!

"It seems you two have this well thought out." Dyon said with a sneer.

The two Ancestors didn't respond. Even the fiery tempered Yadmere had an incomparably grim expression on his face.

Though they were taking advantage of the Heaven Scroll's destruction, it didn't mean they had forgotten who resulted in its destruction to begin with. There was no doubt that it was this young man before them.

"Fifth Level Planet Grade Faith… Third Level Planet Grade Faith… I'm flattered."

With the Nephilim Alliance controlling over 500 quadrants, and the Sapientia controlling over 300, this was exactly what Dyon had expected. Of course, he didn't think he would have to face this all now. There was a reason he was shaking his head.

His own arrogance was getting him into trouble again, but this time it really wasn't his fault at all. How was he supposed to know that the treasure they worshipped so much was such trash?

"Unfortunately for you, you've still underestimated me."

Dyon's aura completely changed. The air of an Emperor of the Heavens revolved around him like a violent cyclone, creating a formless robe that draped along the outline of his body and crystalline armor.