Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God
chapter-1961

Dyon's only options were to either comprehend that third magic, or find dao grade holy type qi. The trouble was that his clones seemed to be failing on both fronts. The former was too slow in comprehending, while the latter had yet to conquer any lands on the Ancient Battlefield that had access to such qi.

"What are you crying for? Isn't it all over now." Dyon grinned without a care for how ghastly he looked so covered in blood.

Alauna didn't respond, simply burying her head in her father's chest and completely ruining her violet gown.

In the skies above, the golden seal of inexplicable complexity slowly faded, relieving another weight from Dyon's shoulders.

With a thought, several large blooming flowers appeared around Dyon, birthing a dozen or so 1% clones before sending them out.

"What… What do we do…?"

There was no question that Diasho Ren had a burning hatred for Dyon, even surpassing his little brother Diasho Ken. Who wouldn't after being castrated before the eyes of so many? Even if there weren't any spectators, it would be a blood debt to remember.

But seeing the situation here, he was completely at a loss. The mighty Sprite Alliance his and the Star Clan spent so many millennia trying to crawl their way back to had actually been subdued so easily? The most shocking part was that it seemed that Dyon had really done this on a whim.

True God Star looked on blankly, completely unable to respond to his friend's words.

When he died and was sent back to the Star Clan, he had rushed back here at the first possible moment.

Why was that? Well it definitely wasn't because he thought he was Dyon's match. The matters of that day proved very obviously that they weren't even in the same league…

The shameful reason he had done so was because he wanted to watch Dyon suffer. He thought that after killing one of their geniuses, the Sprite Alliance would definitely not sit idly by…

But day after day, he watched as Dyon stroll around as though their Sprite Capital was his own… Then he watched as his mere subordinates completely humiliated their best geniuses… And it all finally culminated today… As he watched Dyon slaughter 13 Fallen as though they were nothing more than lambs.

The psychological blow was simply too much. These matters didn't even touch on the fact that Dyon had subdued a Dragon, or that even his daughter could kill him with a single finger, or even that he had a child with a Higher Existence!

The faces of the Sapientia in the distance were no different, sinister lights flashing in their eyes.

Looking at each other, it seemed they had simultaneously made a decision. They hadn't made a move before due to the Sprite Alliance's face, but in this sort of situation… Those Supremes might even bow down to them in thanks, right?

"Did you forget what I said? Anyone who slights me will have the same ending. Do you want to be next?"

In that instant, a cold bucket of water doused their ambitions. A single one of Dyon's clones appeared in their midst, glaring down at them from above as though they were nothing but ants.

"You… You want to offend our Sapientia Clan as well?"

Of the Sapientia here, there were eight. To call them youths was inappropriate. In fact, they were a generation ahead of Dyon. Though, since they were Sapientia, they were respected wherever it was they went.

In the Tower Quadrants, the Sapientia were merely scholars. However, in the Outer Powers, their image took a drastic turn. Though they were still scholars and often took the side of neutrality, they had also displayed their grand prowess many times.

Within the Tower Quadrants, the Sapientia never needed to defend their territory. After all, many of their branches took the initiative to subordinate themselves to greater powers, while their main quadrant was protected due to the previously held taboo on inter quadrant warfare.

However, in the Outer Powers, there were obviously no such protections and the Sapientia stood alone. Over the years, how could there not be examples of Outer Power disputes and wars…?

Whenever such wars occurred, the Sapientia would always strike a resounding victory! In the long history of the Mortal Plane, there was not even one account of a Sapientia defeat!

As a result, though they maintained scholarly airs, the Sapientia were secretly feared by many, and rightfully so. There was a reason that only they were worthy of being a standalone power without the need for an Alliance!

"Offend your Sapientia Clan?" Dyon said lightly.

With a thought, what remained of the wisp of Oshire's soul appeared in his hand.

On the Mortal Plane, souls had no forms of their own. It was only upon transcending that one's soul would take on their likeness. As a result, Oshire, who had been a mere celestial, had a soul wisp that looked no different from a blob of light.

However… Every soul had unique fluctuations. For those deep within the dao realm, ascertaining these fluctuations was only a matter of focusing for a single moment.

In an instant, not only did these eight Sapientia know that this was the soul of a Sapientia, they also discerned by the purity of its fluctuations that this was the soul of a Sapientia Royal!

Without allowing them to respond, Dyon's hand squeezed, shattering Oshire's soul without remorse or blinking even an eye.

Dyon had saved this soul from the very beginning because he didn't want the Sapientia to be aware of Oshire's death. But more and more, Dyon was finding that he didn't care about the consequences any longer. Those who slighted him would die.

There was no longer room for negotiation in his heart. He didn't care who he offended.

"Your Sapientia Clan offended me long ago. As for you eight… Since you wanted to kill me… You can just die as well."