Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God
chapter-1309

Although she too had used her various fortuitous encounters to break into the celestial realm, her realm was still unstable and her control was still weak. By her calculations, to take even the weakest treasure here would take the energy pool and control of a first-grade higher celestial. This was too hateful.

Dyon smiled lightly, but said nothing. He had helped them enough.

Although Dyon's saint energy couldn't compare to celestial energy, his depth of energy was unmatched. He could rely on his control and stamina to reach the treasures he wanted as long as he took his time.

"Senior Sister Yandevere, are there any treasures here that you must have?" Dyon asked lightly. He didn't want to start any unnecessary fights that could be avoided. He had to help out his beast companions as well as Madeleine, so he wanted Yandevere to pick first.

The quiet Yandevere sent a glance toward Dyon before pointing toward a Lower Moon Grade protective vest. From Dyon's senses, he could tell that it improved energy recovery and was also a great defensive treasure. But, most of all, its energy recovery ability was linked to its hidden strength of improving energy flow. By his estimations, it could increase the speed of a cultivator by almost 20%.

Dyon nodded and said no more.

Sabona pouted and sat down in a huff. Eventually, she focused on one of the weaker treasures, deciding that she should at least try her best.

"I want that one!" She said defiantly, pointing toward a small book with wings printed on its cover.

Dyon looked over in interest. He remembered that he had trouble fusing his movement skills with his wings. If that book was a movement technique that involved its user have this natural flight ability, it could be very helpful to him.

Looking at Sabona's red mercury wings, he could guess why she wanted it as well.

"How about this. If you fail, I'll help you get the book and you can let me take a look at it for a few hours."

"You?" Sabona's brow furrowed. No matter how she looked at it, Dyon was still a peak saint. His abilities here should be even worse than hers. But, after seeing him do so many heaven defying things, she just nodded subconsciously.

Dyon smiled. "It's settled then."

After this, Dyon's eyes focused on a golden treasure in the distance. Since he was so good at offending people, he definitely needed a faster mode of transportation…

"HA!" A light roar escaped Dyon's lips, his aura releasing to an entirely new level.

The odd inner world trembled under his might. Not only did his divine sense spread to its limits, his Presence unleashed its full strength. Did these floating treasures dare pull back against an Emperor?!

Yandevere and Sabona's pupils contracted into pinholes. They couldn't understand how a mere celestial had such momentum. This was on a completely different level.

Only the beast babies hopped around excitedly. If Dyon could take these treasures easily, that meant they could get what they wanted too.

Dyon's aura pressed down on the golden treasure in the distance. Its protective barrier trembled under his might, almost shattering in an instant.

Pressing his two fingers together, Dyon's arm gained the presence of a weapon. With a single stroke, he shot it forward, causing an arc of light to pierce forward.

'That's not celestial or saint energy, it's… spear qi?' Yandevere's eyes showed doubt. 'Could it be his weapon will has reached the 7th intent level? But that's impossible!'

Not only did celestial energy have special properties, but so did celestial level intents, referring to the 7th, 8th and 9th intent levels. This was why Lilith's sword will had the ability to seal space when she fought Dyon. If it hadn't been for the fact her soul was injured, Dyon would have suffered a loss fighting her.

However, the reason Yandevere was so shocked was because mastering a weapon will to the celestial realm was a completely different sort of feat. It was near impossible!

Following a weapon path needed a depth of insight that a saint simply couldn't bring to the table. There was no such thing as a weapon's abyssal core. The closest thing to one would be Battle Scars left behind by absolute experts, but those were far more difficult to glean results from than abyssal cores. As a result, those who comprehended weapons could only rely on themselves. This made the path far more difficult!

It was no wonder Yandevere didn't believe her senses.

Eventually, she shook her head. 'Even if he has, a will isn't enough. If it was, Sabona would have just used her fire intent…'

However, the next moment shocked her even more. The spear attacks began to stack upon one another. This wasn't Dyon sending out more strength, but it seemed to be stemming from an innate comprehension of resonance and momentum fused with the spear qi!

'This is True Weapon Will!' Yandevere, a woman known for her stoic expressions, had never shown so much emotion in her life. 'Is he even human?!'

Dyon had long since comprehended True Weapon Will thanks to his tribulation. The True Weapon Will of the spear was able to layer its attacks, multiplying its destructive force.

There was another matter that Yandevere didn't pick up on either. Both Clara and Dyon had the ability to use their divine sense's range to increase the range of their wills. If Dyon wanted, he could start a fire 200 000 km from himself, simply relying on his fire will. This was the majesty of the secrets of the [Dao of Array Alchemy].

Although the strength of the will decreased the further from Dyon it was formed, in this sort of situation, this was irrelevant.

Dyon was able to slowly add more spear qi the further his attack travelled. So, instead of weakening, his spear only increased in strength! Coupling this with its True Weapon Will ability made it seem like Dyon's qi was immortal and inexhaustible.

Even without this, Dyon could easily send an attack out dozens of miles However, with it, he wouldn't tire even if it was hundreds of miles.

This trial should have been tough. Not only could the orbs of light fight back, they could also dodge their lines of energy. But, not only did Dyon make it so that the orb didn't dare to move under his Presence, he made use of various other abilities to instantly pierce an orb several hundred miles away.

The orb shot toward Dyon with a 'Tssss' sound, unable to resist the pull of his arm under his Presence. In an instant, the orb of light reached his palm, shattering under his force and allowing a small golden boat to float just about his hand.

"Wow…" Sabona who was much less reserved than Yandevere breathed out, looking toward Dyon with praise clear in her eyes.

Dyon smiled although his face was slightly pale. That maneuver had taken about 70% of his stamina. However, this could only be expected. He had linked thousands of spear qis to shoot across hundreds of miles, then used his [Striking Chain] energy manipulation technique to pull them all back at once. It was definitely draining. But, his reward was a 6th Stage Supreme Grade treasure.

The Demon Sage Tower was a decent transportation treasure, but it wasn't designed to be one. It was a war machine. It was meant to be stored within a true transportation treasure then appear on the battle field as a headquarters.

Plus, Dyon was reluctant to use it as a transportation treasure because its efficiency was terrible. It burned through energy stones without reserve, yet the speed that he received in return was pitiful. This was most likely because it was meant to be powered by energy stones of the Immortal Plane and not the Mortal Plane.

However, this golden yacht was different. Although its defensive abilities fell way short of the Demon Sage Tower, its speed and offensive abilities far outstripped it. To make matters even better, it had the ability to use its formations to 'cultivate', allowing it to match the speed of a lower dao expert even if Dyon didn't give it any energy stones!

Still, the moment Dyon sent his senses into it, he realized that he had underestimated a supreme grade treasure far too much. What he saw made him suck in a cold breath.