Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God
chapter-1962

Dyon's qi swept forward. Caught completely off guard and not thinking that Dyon would dare to do such a thing, none of the eight were fast enough to mobilize their Faith…

Eight heads spun into the air, fountains of blood permeating the populated streets.

Time seemed to freeze over.

In the minds of those here, the Sapientia were untouchable… Even more untouchable than the Nephilim.

If one of the Nephilim died, it was an irrelevant matter. The Giant race were similar to the Dragons in that they placed personal prowess over all. If one of theirs died, as long as there was no underhanded tricks, they wouldn't mobilize their forces. At worst, someone with ties to the deceased would look for revenge personally.

However, the Sapientia were different. Though it wasn't as though they'd mobilize an army, they most definitely would seek out an explanation for this matter and respond appropriately to whatever answer it was they received.

Since the Sapientia often maintained neutrality, they very rarely took action. But when they did… It was akin to thunder and lightning ravaging the Outer Powers.

"As for the matters of the Sapientia interfering with my affairs… I'll be sure to ask for an explanation personally."

A cold breath swept through the Sprite Capital. This young man… He was too arrogant, was he not?

In that moment, a sweeping change took place.

Dyon's main body trembled.

"Huh…?" Dyon's eyes blinked in confusion. Even Alauna backed away in slight shock. A moment later, she understood what was happening even before her father did, a surprising matter for Dyon.

"Dad… These are signs of an undefeatable spirit awakening!"

Dyon cocked an eyebrow. He had long since heard of this undefeatable spirit, but for some reason, he himself had never touched upon it.

What Dyon didn't know what that the quality of one's undefeatable spirit was dependent on too many things. In fact, it wasn't just he who wasn't fully aware, but the greatest powers on the Mortal Plane were completely in the dark as well.

However, today, Dyon had shed a final aware even he wasn't aware.

It had been too long since he was truly unbridled. The more he gained, the more timid he seemed to become.

Of course, for Dyon who had started at such a high level of arrogance from the beginning, his dulling blade was still incomparably sharp in the views of others… However, Dyon himself knew that he was slowly losing him.

It wasn't until today that he truly threw the chains that had been slowly drowning him away.

The pulsing of his Dao Heart grew brilliantly. A moment later, the whole of the Mortal Plane began to quake.

**

Countless light years away, the sound of shattering jade resounded in a quiet room hidden beneath a grand expansive palace.

The room itself was quite minimalistic in comparison to the grandeur that stood atop its ceilings.

It was carved of bland grey stone and filled with shelves that were made of the very same material.

Still, this room was of utmost importance. It housed the lifelines of the most important individuals of this Clan. Outstanding geniuses, pillar elders of unquestionable strength, and most importantly… The Royal Family Line!

Within the depths of this room, an elder sat in quiet meditation, his attire equally as bland grey.

In not even an instant, his golden eyes flashed opened, piercing outward like orbs of fiery light.

"Oshire…" He mumbled to himself.

With his position within the Sapientia, he knew well how sensitive Oshire's mission was. But, he was also aware of how equally impossible it should have been for Oshire to die.

As a member of the Royal Family, Oshire was most definitely outfitted with a Life Saving Jade. Yet, it actually hadn't activated. Only someone who had reached the extremes of the soul path could accomplish such a thing… In fact, even with this elder's status, he wasn't aware of a single person who capable of such a feat!

To make matters worse, with Oshire's level of Faith, who could have killed him in that paltry quadrant? Even with his weak cultivation, with that level of support, he should have been undefeatable.

It wasn't as though they couldn't have sent someone more powerful, but the Sapientia's deduction skills decided that this was an inappropriate action. Oshire's weak strength would allow him to better lay low, and for many years, it had clearly worked.

Or maybe… It was inappropriate to think this way. Since he was now dead, it meant the plan had failed when it mattered the absolute most!

It was when the elder reached this thought that the Mortal Plane began to quake violently.

Even with Oshire's death, his expression had barely changed to a slight frown. But when this quaking began, he abruptly stood up in shock, sensing the changes around him with an incredulous expression.

He could feel that this wasn't a planetary trembling. It wasn't the earth beneath his feet that was shaking, but rather the very fabric of existence itself. This change filled him with so much fear that after he stood he was immediately frozen in place, unable to will himself to move.

His figure flashed. This was most definitely a matter that had to be discussed immediately. Whether it was Oshire or this abrupt change. Maybe the latter was even more important than the former…

Such a commotion… Maybe only the descent of the Ancient Battlefield could match it, right? Just what was happening?!

**

Under this sudden change, Dyon could no longer suppress his injuries and directly spat out several mouthfuls of blood.

Alauna's expression changed, wanting to go toward her father, but a fairy-like lady suddenly appeared to her side, holding her back.

"Mom…? But dad!" Alauna's expression turned to surprised before she snapped her attention back toward Dyon.

"The space around him is incredibly volatile right now. He's snatching qi control even from me. It's very possible that you could lose your life if you approach too closely."

Alauna's expression changed.