Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

'Those three aren't infernal beasts,' Dyon thought to himself, still rotating the odd marble in his palm.

In truth, he was in no state to fight. His injuries were terrible, there was still a hole in his chest right through his heart, his arm was broken and his hands and feet had ghastly stab wounds in them that perfectly aligned with the lizard's teeth.

Although the infernal beast meat was slowly healing his injuries with their excess energy, he had only had a few bites till now. Considering this energy was tailor made to heal, its efficiency was far less than that of the bull-bird's energy.

Dyon's demeanor changed as an eerie calm overwhelmed him. He continued to eat, however, this time, he didn't expand and contract. His control over his runic flame seemed to have increase.

In the distance, several ten thousand miles away, too far for even a celestial to see, the young man's pace slowed before coming to a complete stop. His body stilled so wholly that one couldn't even hear the sound of his pumping heart if your ear was to his chest.

"Lord Husband?" The beauties couldn't help but call out after several minutes.

"It knows we're here." The young man spoke, his calm voice rumbling with a slight killing intent.

Who was Dyon? Would he be worried about such opponents?

Dyon had been struggling against even lower saint beasts over the past three months, but just how much had he handicapped himself?

Firstly, during his battles, he sealed his soul, not making use of his sensory abilities or array alchemy capability. Secondly, he didn't use any wills, whether it be his wind will or his fire wills. Thirdly, he shut his brain off. He didn't use tactics or intelligence to fight. It wasn't until his frustration blew over that he finally used sly tactics against the lizard, something he wasn't entirely proud of.

However, if Dyon used all of the means available to him, was there really a saint creature here that he would fear? After all, these weren't true beasts of the Chaotic Era, they were just cheap knock-offs. Plus, these creatures were too stupid to match his intelligence, it was exactly for this reason that he sealed his thoughts away. If he hadn't, there would be no benefit to this training.

That said… The enemies coming toward him now weren't infernal beasts. Yes, they were beasts, but they had intelligence. On top of this, they were interrupting his meal. He didn't mind going all out to deal with them in the quickest possible fashion so that he could continue with his training.

The young man didn't refer to Dyon as a person. The best descriptor he had was "It". To him, even from this distance, Dyon was unfathomable.

"This depth… Other than Balor, I've never sensed such a character before…"

The eyes of his wives contracted, "Balor?"

Among their five alliance clans, there were upper and lower clans. For the past several thousand years, the Golden Crown Raven Clan had always been at the top. This was because unlike the other four clans who had lower heaven bloodlines, the Golden Crown Raven Clan had a middle heaven bloodline. On top of this, it wasn't a normal middle heaven grade clan either, but a King of their grade!

Dyon had met these "Kings" before in his third trial. While beasts were divided into grades, there was a special tier within every grade subdivision denoted by a "King" title. Those of this King grade had the potential to grow, transcending their grade's shackles and soaring to a new height. In addition, they could suppress those below them with their mere gaze.

Although these three also came from a King bloodline, they were denoted as lower heaven grades… They simply couldn't compare to the Golden Crown Raven Clan.

This "Balor" was the heir of the Golden Crown Raven Clan and already believed to be the number one of this generation even without having fought the other four of them. Yet, their husband had actually compared this "It" to him!

"Lord Husband…" The beauties spoke worriedly. If their husband fought someone of Balor's caliber now and lost, all of the momentum he had built would be devastated. He wouldn't be able to stand up to the other four geniuses anymore!

The young man's battle intent soared. "If I lost to him, I was destined to lose anyway. What point is there in delaying?!"

Turning to his wives, his expression turned grave. "Stay here." In an instant, he disappeared.

Dyon sighed when he noticed that one of the auras continued toward him. 'Can't I just train in peace? Something tells me trying to talk it out with this guy isn't going to work. How about I leave you half alive for the sake of those beauties who followed you here?'

The young man had no idea that Dyon could quite literally see them from such a distance. His bestial instincts told him that Dyon was aware of his presence, but he had no idea that it was to this extent. Such a long range of divine sense was impossible to predict!

BOOM! BOOM!

Currents of energy blasted through the black-red fog of the Chaos Universe as the howl of a battle ready wolf crossed thousands of miles.

"My title is Silver Fang! Heir to the Silver Needle Wolf Clan!" The young man roared, careening toward Dyon with bloody intent. "I have fought and bloodied 37 geniuses. Today, you'll be the 38th!"

Silver Fang streaked across the skies, tearing through the black-red fog. His blood pumped, his muscles bulged, and his eyes reddened.

An aura of silver blazed like a fire around him as his hair fanned outward. It was almost as if each strand gained a mind of its own, responding to Silver Fang's battle intent by standing at ready, prepared to lash out at any moment.

As the distance closed from several ten thousand miles, to just a few thousand, and then a few hundred, Dyon sighed.

'I don't know who these people are… But seems like a good opportunity.'

Silver Fang's strength was no joke. Not only was he a heaven grade beast, he was a King. In terms of his cultivation, he had already reached the middle celestial realm… In a head to head fight, he was stronger than Dyon by a good margin.

Heaven grade beasts had power a step above a second-grade warrior's power, but that was if they followed the beast path strictly. The problem was that while only transcendent and supreme grade beasts had access to the human path, this path was also extended to Kings of the Heaven and Earth Grade!

The five geniuses of the alliance clan, each one of them stepped onto the human path! As a result, Silver Fang was not only fueled by the second-grade strength of his beast bloodline, giving him the equivalent of a second grade body path cultivator, he only had the energy path strength of a first grade human genius!

A hundred miles… Ten miles… One mile…

In an instant, Silver Fang was upon Dyon. However, his eyes couldn't help but contract. Seeing Dyon's ghastly appearance and the lizard at his feet, it was obvious to him that Dyon had just undergone a devastating battle.

'He's in this condition yet I'm still so fearful?!' Silver Fang's chest convulsed with unending contradiction and discomfort. Should he fight? Should he run away?

'FORWARD!' He roared in his mind. He knew that if he took a single step back, his path to an undefeatable spirit would be over. Never again would he have the chance of looking over the world with disdain.

He absolutely refused. The Golden Crowned Crow Clan had ruled for too long! It was his Clan's time to rise!

"Hold on a moment."

Silver Fang's body froze in the air. A cold sweat permeated his very being as his raised fist hung without conviction a mere meter from Dyon's sitting body.

A pressure he couldn't put into words weighed down on him. He felt inadequate, as though he didn't have the right to meet Dyon's eyes, as though he didn't even have the right to share the same space as him.

"Do you know what this is?" Dyon held up a beautiful palm sized marble. Its innards sparkled with various shades of red fog that moved as though it was a beating heart.