Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God
chapter-1955

Dyon's rage tore into the skies as Chenglei's mighty dragon's breath bathed the Sprite Capital in flames of black.

A soul pressure the likes of which these Fallen and Dao experts had never seen before crushed their hearts, infiltrating their bones and savagely tearing apart their confidence.

Since when could the soul path display such strength? Since when could it apply such pressure?

These Fallen here had obviously all had the opportunity to mingle with their respective Supreme Leaders and even the Supreme Leaders of the other factions as well. After all, even if one is a Higher Existence, it isn't as though one would avoid human contact entirely. Even if they wouldn't spend time lounging with celestials, Fallen were definitely qualified to stand by their side to a certain extent.

Yet, even with this being the case, these 13 Fallen had never in their lives faced such overwhelming pressure before!

"I think it's best if the Sprite Alliance simply doesn't exist any longer…" Dyon said emotionlessly.

In the next instant, the skies became filled with pulsing arrays. A bloody illusion descended upon the Sprite Capital, grasping at their hearts and plunging their minds into the depths of hell.

The first stage of [Judgement] was [Carnage]… Following carnage came [Torment]… Then [Suffering]…

The first was a gorgeous ruby red. The next was a sapphire blue as resplendent as an ocean's pearl. The third was a beautiful violet, etched with runes of ancient history.

However, these three were just the beginning. Dyon might use them to slaughter swaths of celestials or pseudo-dao experts, but his current opponents were far beyond this level…

The next, [Raze], could slaughter lower dao experts like weeds of grass. It was an oppressive black, very much willing to see the world itself collapse.

[Nether] was next. Its aura was so fierce that it no longer appeared as gentle, well drawn array lines and instead became etched with red fires of hell. Before it, even middle dao experts could only drop to their knees and await death.

[Purgatory] was the sixth. A fiery blue hell, flickering with an oppressive heat. If one dared to weather the illusions to look closely, it would seem as though you were staring into the eyes of the devil himself… Before its might, even higher dao experts would be like lambs to the slaughter.

[Extinction], however, the enigmatic seventh judgement, was what Dyon had used this time…

A violet fiery hell was etched across the skies. A new world reflected in the minds of those with weak minds… one filled with skeletons of the dead, their eye sockets flickering with what remained of their consciousness as they screamed out in pain.

Men, women, children, beasts, all of existence itself… It didn't seem to matter… The seventh judgement didn't discriminate.

Dyon raised a single finger, his arm remaining lightly bent as though he couldn't bother to stretch to his full height. He watched like a God from the skies as Chenglei's dragon's breath sent them scurrying like rats.

"[Manipulate… Mass]."

The countless violet flame arrays in the sky began to tremble. Space shook under their presence, bending and twisting as though each had suddenly gained the weight of a planet.

Dyon used the fourth Degree of Freedom as though he was born to do so. He hadn't found the second and third parts of [Soul Aid] until just a few hours ago… But the first tier of the second portion was already mastered by him.

"[Accelerate]."

The thirteen Fallen could only tremble in shock. They had put all of their effort into blocking Chenglei's breath of fire, trying to save the lives of their juniors. But, this left them with no strength to deal with Dyon's strike.

The skies rained with violet flame spears, tearing through space at speeds that were inconceivable for those of low cultivation to perceive fully.

"No!" Fallen Wuwaye roared, his aura erupting. However, it was then the beast babies took action.

The time they spent consolidating their foundation at the Pseudo Dao Realm was not wasted. In addition, it wasn't only Chenglei who gained benefits from being withstanding the suppression of that Realm's Immortal Plane atmosphere either.

This was in fact a shocking realization for even Dyon himself. Though he had heard Chenglei roaring out in pain, he hadn't heard a thing from the four beast babies.

Initially, he thought that this might have been another bloodline ability of the celestial beasts. After all, they had always been the closest to the Heavens to begin it, it also wasn't a fluke that a celestial beast had become one of Abraxus' disciples either. Maybe they had the ability to ignore the pressure of the Immortal Plane.

But the truth was far more fantastical than this. What Dyon missed was the matter of Heaven's Chains. These Chains restricted all beasts, even celestial beasts were no different. In fact, the more you were beloved by the Heavens, the stronger the Chains were!

However, in the same way [One Above All] could only be cultivated on the Immortal Plane due to its deeper laws, beasts could more easily sense their true selves on the Immortal Plane as well, allowing them to break the shackles that held them far easier!

This was something Dyon could have never guessed. Maybe even those beasts already on the Immortal Plane were unaware as well. After all, since they transcended, they had obviously already broken those Chains. This information was useless to them.

That was right… The reason for the silence of the Celestial Beast Babies was precisely because they had put all of their effort toward shattering those chains! After five years, they had succeeded!

Celestial Beasts were already blessed with ungodly cultivation and the ability to skip tribulations entirely. Just what would the result be if they also shattered Heaven's Chains?

Shere's roar filled the skies with streaks of blue flames. The beauty of a white tiger grasped the heart of those spectating this battle.

Her claws tore through space, sending a torrent of slaughter qi toward Fallen Wuwaye and completely stopping his momentum.

Even as this happened, a savage red aura was steadily building around Dyon. The more agonizing screams befell the Sprites, the stronger the aura grew.