Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God
chapter-2088

"This inner world? It's someone else's path… I'll create my own system of cultivation that lives at heights even the Heavens cannot reach."

Unknowingly, Dyon completely leaped over the Selfless Dao Realm, firmly entering Dao Vanity… A state less than ten individuals of the Immortal Plane had touched…

He had no idea that this 'someone else's' path he just rejected was actually his own.

**

Weeks later, Dyon could be seen gliding across green grass, his feet bare as he felt every drop of moisture and soft patch of soil.

His scythe seemed to glide with him, spinning through the air and leaving a tornado of black in its wake.

After shattering his Weapon's Master Array, Dyon almost felt as though his entire understanding of weapons had collapsed. It was a reality that filled him with disgust. If it wasn't for the fact it would cause his strength to drop too much in such a sensitive time, he would have shattered his comprehension of everything.

Only now did he realize just how much he relied on the Heavens. If it was really his own comprehension, then wouldn't it still remain after he shattered an array that should have been a mere representation of his understanding?

… So why did he feel like a child picking up a weapon for the first time?

Within that other world, this feeling hadn't been so prominent. After all, he could still rely on War's comprehension. However, here, War's will was obviously cut off. In fact, since Dyon's world was far stronger than War's world, the barrier was even thicker.

Still, if others knew that Dyon felt like a child, they would feel shocked.

Dyon's scythe wielding had reached an unconscious level in just a few weeks. His movements captured the eye like a swan's dance, it was beautiful in a way that seemed impossible for a scythe.

In the distance, Dyon's wives watched as Dyon's naked torso rippled under his controlled movements. The air slit apart seamlessly, concentric circles of cut blades of grass being left in his wake.

Among them, Luna had actually returned. Actually, she had been back for a long time already. It was just that Dyon had spent a year in his trial, so he missed her return.

"What exactly happened? Why is it that I can't sense Dyon using any wills?" Luna asked.

"He said he shattered his Weapon's Master Will." Ri responded.

"What?!" Luna's eyes widened.

Even if she was technically a mortal, she knew the danger of doing such a thing.

"Reckless, as always." Clara muttered.

"Well, if everything went wrong, it wouldn't be the first time he had shattered his Dao Heart. He's like a cockroach, he'd probably survive again." Ri said between giggles.

To the side, Madeleine and Amphorae played a lovely melody, one on a golden flute and the other and a silver lyre. Their music was no longer strong enough to provide great buffing effects to Dyon, but it was nice to listen to, nonetheless.

"He still seems freer for some reason." Ri continued with a light smile.

As the only true three facet Overlord among them, her sensitivity was much higher. She felt that the shadow over Dyon's heart had receded. He somehow seemed both further away and closer to them.

"But why'd he have to pick the scythe though." Clara's little nose wrinkled. "He was much more handsome with a sword. I would have settled with my second favorite spear as well."

"Are you sure the spear is your second favorite?" Luna's opal pupils blinked innocently, looking toward Clara like a predator stalking prey.

"You stay away from me you carpet muncher."

Ri burst into a fit of laughter. Her bell-like giggles swayed in the winds, riding the falling green leaves with a delicate ring.

"You may be the first tsundere to reserve such an attitude for not only her husband, but one of her husband's wives too." Ri wheezed, grasping her toned tummy.

Clara might have had a witty comeback for that, had it not been for Luna's evil fingers pinching into her soft chest. Her body uncontrollably went soft. She definitely didn't trust her voice in the least at the moment.

"I didn't just marry him, I married you four too."

Luna's roguish declaration reached Dyon's ears, causing him to smile lightly.

His movements became more fluid, a rhythmic dance coursing throughout his body.

He could vaguely feel that the Heavens were opening a new will for him, a scythe will he had never comprehended before. Maybe if he grasped onto it, he would be like Amphorae had been in the past, being blessed by the Heavens for creating a new will.

Maybe it was because the scythe was a rare weapon, or maybe because it was synonymous with death, it had never received its own will. However, this didn't matter to Dyon as he ignored the feeling completely. He didn't want Heavens rewards nor its strength.

For now, he would keep a portion of the strength it granted him, only so that he could continue to protect his family… But somewhere deep within his heart, a passion lit afire. He wanted to break free, to shatter these shackles around his soul, to soar above the Heavens themselves.

Whipped blades surged around Dyon, cutting around and just missing the looming trees around him.

They sliced through the air for hundreds of kilometers before dissipating into nothing, leaving the world completely unblemished.

**

"So, how is it?"

Madeleine lightly asked, her fingers still delicately plucking the strings of her lyre. She seemed to effortlessly spin tales of worlds with her layered notes.

Luna stopped fooling around, removing her hands from Clara's chest.

"As we speculated, Nora and Amell haven't entered the Ancient Battlefield despite being of appropriate age to do so. The internal strife of the Sapientia Clan seems to be holding them back.

"The situation is still better than expected, though. Likely because of Aritzia's death, the opposing faction lost an important center of their power."