Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God-Novel

"The first thing I'll tell you all is that The Cathedral is no more. Their members have been slaughtered and their rules have been abolished. Anyone found practicing their teachings will be killed without question."The sourcᴇ of this content is novelenglish.net . (f)ire.ɴet - novelenglish.net . bin

Dyon didn't want anyone to find out that Soul Rend Quadrant was undergoing reform, or else their enemies might once more train their eyes here.

After Dyon's soul was unsealed, he was able to feel the sheer amount of soul energy filling this quadrant, so he immediately understood many things.

The soul talents of this quadrant were on a completely other level. If it had been allowed to continue existing, it would have been impossible to continue enforcing the separation of alchemy and formation theory. As such, it was destroyed.

Dyon couldn't just build it up again, or else he would just be asking for it to collapse once more.

So, knowing this, why would Dyon place a ban on continuing to practice the rules of The Cathedral? Wouldn't it make more sense to do the opposite?

No.

The reason was simple. The only people practicing under the rules of The Cathedral to begin with were the rich nobles. Only they had the means to cripple their newborn's souls before The Cathedral could take them away.

As for the poor? They could only pray that their children didn't cause any auspicious signs and hope that in the future, should they try to enter Soul Rending Peak, that they wouldn't be exposed for having good soul talent.

This meant that without The Cathedral, those kids would never get taken away, so other than talented children being able to remain with their families, nothing would change.

Instead of being stolen from their families, Dyon would use the monitoring abilities The Cathedral left behind to find and nurture these children. In as little as a thousand years, Dyon was confident that he could raise the level of this universe to compete with any of the bottom 50 quadrants. As long as they listened to his arrangements.

"From this moment forward, the most important path of Soul Rend Quadrant will once more be the soul. Under my leadership, the pitiful 98th rank will be washed away completely in time. However, for now, we must lay a foundation. Listen well. This will be the plan for the future."

Dyon proceeded to lay down various rules. Of course, nothing he said deviated too far from the original rules of the peaks, or else the advantage of suppression would disappear.

Luckily, after taking over the sect master role, the suppression Dyon felt dropped down to 0% instantly. Now he was certain that no one could match him.

Here, even if a high-level celestial came, as long as they weren't of the first grade, he had confidence in winning a long, drawn out battle.

That aside, Dyon also managed to learn how Soul Market managed to break such an important rule like the use of the Mystic Level technique without losing the protection of their ancestor's faith.

It turned out that the layout of the peaks being completely identical wasn't a coincidence. The five sub-peaks were originally sub-sects of Soul Rending Peak.

The "white mother" became the secret master of Slaughter Peak. Taking advantage of this, she then broke the rules, which shifted all of the faith of Slaughter Peak to the other peaks and left it unprotected.

Since it was Slaughter Peak that broke the rule, Soul Rending Peak didn't face the consequences, leaving them an extra layer of protection against the quadrants they were in bed with.

Dyon could only shake his head. This supposed nun was too snake-like and crafty.

It didn't matter too much in the end. As long as Dyon once more conquered 25 universes like the former Soul Rending Peak had, he'd be able to completely ignore the previous rules, restore Slaughter Peak and set forth with the rest of his conquests confidently.

"Donari, come here." Dyon suddenly said.

Under the eyes of everyone, a confused Donari left his father's side to rise into the air.

Dyon wasn't stupid. He didn't believe that thousands of years of conditioning could be erased simply by his speech. Although power could force people into listening, this wasn't the kind of kingdom he wanted to rule.

For this sort of matter, the best proof was what was right in front of you.

"Tell me Donari, what is your constitution?" Dyon asked when Donari had reached him.

After a moment of being stunned, Donari started to speak. "I have the Earth ranked constitution, Assassin's Symphony. The lowest of the three variations of the constitution."

"And what does that allow you to do?"

"It allows me to give my killing intent form. Not only does this make my attacks more potent, it also allows me to do something few other constitutions or techniques could accomplish, and that is to directly harm another's soul."

"What is the hidden secret of your constitution?"

Donari blinked in confusion before he understood. "Because there are higher forms of my constitution, it's possible for me to improve to a heaven or even god level constitution should I refine my killing intent enough."

"You're almost 200 years old now, why haven't you made any progress?" Dyon spoke without emotion, but his words caused an anger to rise out of Donari.

"How the hell am I supposed to do that?! My soul was crippled at birth. On my first trip to the tower, I found out that constitutions are anchored in all three martial paths. If I'm a cripple in one of them, how am I supposed to have any chance of improving?!

"Don't think that just because you have a lofty identity that I don't dare to fight you!"

A murderous aura erupted from Donari. It was as though he really would attack Dyon at any time.

In response, Dyon's palm slammed forward.

An oppressive aura far beyond what Donari could handle overwhelmed him, causing the Caedes family heir to pale in fright.

The Caedes family head trembled. But, Donari's mother who had been forced to come due to Dyon's orders took it the hardest, crying out and bursting into tears for her son.

She was a dainty and pale woman. She had already considerably aged and could only be considered a middle-aged woman now, but by the outline of her features, it was fairly clear that she was a world toppling beauty in her youth.

However, it was clear that she was a mere foundation stage expert. Luckily, entering the foundation stage allowed you a hundred years of life per stage you climbed, so she was very much still alive.

However, there was nothing they could do. Dyon was simply too powerful.

In the next moment, Dyon's palm reached Donari's chest before he could even react.

A radiant light blinded the world, covering Donari's trembling body.

Just when everyone expected a rain of blood, nothing of the sort happened. Instead, they watched on in shock as Donari's dark magenta hair whipped around violently in the wind.

Upon closer inspection, they noticed that Dyon's palm hadn't even touched Donari's chest. There were a clear three to four inches separating the two.

Those experts in the crowd could immediately tell that Donari's aura was climbing, causing a blanket of killing intent that made them tremble to erupt.

Donari's red eyes glowed even more fiercely as the air around him seemed to sing, an ominous accompaniment playing in their hearts.

At that moment, a bloody light filled the skies.

At first, it was nothing more than a wrecked and deformed light. If it wasn't so intangible, it could have been mistaken for a desecrated corpse.

However, as time passed, the bloody light started to slowly pulse to life, mending its wounds.

Those in the crowd below were absolutely shocked. They were caught between trembling in fear, bowing down in respect, and vomiting in disgust… This was because the bloody light was slowly forging itself into a beating human heart!

It wasn't until Dyon removed his hand from Donari's chest that the experts finally understood what they were seeing.

A manifestation of the soul!

Of all who were there, Donari was the most shocked. He could clearly feel something that had once been broken, slowly mending itself and becoming whole once more.

His soul, that had been at the Lower Foundation innate stage level suddenly trembled as though it was rising from a deep sleep.