Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

Ri didnt understand what Dyon was talking about, or why he would say that, but she nodded her head obediently.
This didnt seem like the time to be questioning him.Let Little Black take Lyla out of the cave, and have him stay with her.
Its best we err on the side of caution, Dyon said solemnly.Ri nodded heavily, watching with anxiety as Dyon scrunched his brows in concentration, as though he was thinking through a difficult problem.Could it be that theyre awake? Thought Dyon, worst case scenario Ill have to use the cave left by Ris mother to kill them all by teleporting them outWith that thought, Dyon vanished into the ring.Little Black had long since heard Dyons words.
Flipping Lyla onto his back, she yawned as she wrapped her small arms around his neck.Ri looked on worriedly.
Staring at the ring in her hand, hoping Dyon was safe.** Dyon flashed into the ring, looking around with a serious look on his face.Sounds of fierce banging and raging roars resounded through the large world and Dyon knew exactly where it was coming from.He sprinted towards the arrays he had put up around them.
He knew that he spent hours studying and building the defensive array that caged them in after he stepped into the Essence stage of soul cultivation.
Someone, even at the peak of the Essence Gathering level, would be hard pressed to shatter the array.
But, by the time Dyon got to the area he left the prisoners of the sage demon in, he couldnt have been more horrified to find the array had long since shattered.There instead, thousands of people stood, releasing their auras into the sky, hoping to break their way out of this world.Somehow, all of them had changed drastically.
Their hair color used to be varying, different for each person.
Yet, they now somehow all had bright white hair.
Their eyes shone a dense, but clear black, as though nothing could cause them fear.Suddenly, with the arrival of Dyon, everything became strikingly quiet.But, Dyon didnt know how he should feel about these thousands of eyes being trained onto him.
Was he meant to be happy that it was clear they maintained rational thought? Or be apprehensive about the fact he was no match for so many warriors? Especially with how much stronger their bodies were as compared to the norm.
Should I send them out now? Can Ris mothers cave handle this many at once? How much time would pass? Would we still be in danger even if I did that?Dyons mind was in chaos, but, he maintained a calm outer appearance as he scanned each pair of eyes one by one.Suddenly and silently, a handsome young man stepped forward.
He was about Dyons height, 1.9 meters tall, and was only a few years older.
From the looks of it, he couldnt have been more than 20 now.His long white hair flowed, as his shirtless torso and raggedy, hole filled brown pants swayed in the wind.Suddenly, he crouched downwards.
His muscles rippled and flexed as his eye trained on Dyon.
To him, there was nothing else in the world but the boy in front of him.Dyons eyes narrowed as he felt the dense killing and demonic aura dripping from the young man and the thousands around him.
However, none of the others seemed intent on movingA test? For what? Dyon knew he had no time to think, and he couldnt see through the young man in front of him, so he jumped to his most serious mode immediately.
Dyon could risk it and try to kill them all, but then he would learn nothing.
He would either end up dead, or he would kill them all with no one left to explain things.BANG!Dyons body immediately expanded to 2.5 meters tall, blasting his shirt into ashes.
He had no time to call for his sword, but, something told him that didnt matter.The eyes of the young man narrowed at the sight of Dyon.A blood red aura rolled off of the both of them.
Dyon stood tall, not an ounce of fear in his eyes.BANG!The young man sprinted forward, leaving a deep crater behind him.
Demonic will condensed in his hand, hardening his skin and amplifying his strength.
Dyon leaped forward, his massive body shaking the world with his every step.
Celestial and wind will condensed at his arm, intent on slicing through the aura of the young man infront of him.To Dyon, there was nothing other than murder in his thoughts.
To destroy the young man in front of him with no remorse.
No human kindness.
No regret.ROOOAAAARRRThe thousands behind them roared into the skies, stomping their feet and banging their chests.Battle.
Victory.
Blood.
Carnage.
These were the things you would think of seeing this scene.BANG!Their fists collided.
A raging tempest of wind blasted between them.
Two young men with one goal.
Neither willing to lose.
Neither willing to give up.SilenceDyon stood tall, his fists clenched against the young mans.
His fist ached, his arm was partially fractured, and yet he felt the best he had in a while.
The thrill of battle filled him with a feeling he found hard to describe, making his demonic battle path thrum with excitement.But, just as Dyon was about to retract his arm to punch once again, his eyes widened in shock.There, in front of him, the young man kneeled.
His arm crossed his chest in a respectful manner, and his head was lowered in reverence.You are indeed the proper successor of Demon Sage Sargerus.The sounds of kneeling filled the once quiet atmosphere.
Figure after figure bowed their heads to Dyon.
The sea of white and black gave off a will that would make anyones bloods boil.
Suddenly, the next words of the young man made Dyon tremble with even more shock than before.
His thoughts unconsciously jumped to a sassy red-haired girl covered in short, tight red leather.Your servant, Arios Sicarius, at your service.

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