Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God Chapter 1223 Bodies

Chapter 1223 Bodies

The Uidah geniuses Dyon controlled obviously informed him about some matters. But, they only mentioned the five clan alliance in pa.s.sing. Clearly, even the Uidah weren't aware of just how powerful this lurking enemy was.

'This is good. I didn't think that those seal slaves would come in handy in this way. I had planned on having them slowly gain power and flip at the right time… It doesn't matter, this will work too. In fact, I can probably still use the original plan.

'By now, former first essence son Dravil should have long since become a celestial with the amount of resources I've given him. Plus, with his speed of cultivation, the Uidah would definitely value him very highly and pour even more resources into him. He has definitely surpa.s.sed their former first saint son by now.'

In fact, what Dyon didn't know was that his plan went far better than he expected. Other than Kaghaen who had forcibly kept his cultivation at the essence gatherer realm, all but four of the remaining nine sons and daughters had broken into the celestial realm.

The Uidah believed that they had suddenly been blessed with heavenly geniuses and began giving them more responsibility, one by one.

Of course, the five that broke into the celestial realm were the former essence sons and daughters, while the meridian sons and daughter like Kaghaen were still lagging behind. However, within the next ten years, they too would break through.

The news of the rising geniuses of the Uidah began to place pressure on the Pakal and Ragnor. They believed that the heavenly winds were changing in the Uidah's favor, but that was news of the Epistemic Tower's existence was sent to the Ragnors by Hela!

Suddenly, the suspicions that the Ragnors had for the Pakals swung full force toward the Uidah, causing far tenser relations between them. The quadrant was becoming like powder keg, prepared to erupt at any moment!

Little did they know that all of these things were being manipulated by a young boy a fraction of their age. And… They were little prepared for a fourth powerhouse to enter the fray, but that was exactly what happened when news of Balor's death spread through the beast clans…

Dyon sighed as he stood over the corpses of the fallen disciples. Trot, Asuman, Bowie and Arlo. He didn't know them well, but that didn't mean he was indifferent to their deaths. After all, they were his people! They were members of his empire! What kind of ruler would he be if he was unfeeling?

"b.a.s.t.a.r.d Demon Sage, are you still not coming out?! You owe me an explanation!" Dyon roared toward Palace entrance.

Agitated by the lack of response, Dyon turned his mind toward the tower spirit. "Can you open this barrier?"

'I can.' The tower spirit answered plainly. 'I just thought Mr. Jaws was content with just yelling it into existence.'

Dyon rolled his eyes when he heard the name the tower spirit was forced to call him now.

"You're not welcome!" Suddenly, an imposing voice filled with killing intent and majesty nearly shattered Dyon's ear drums.

Dyon's eyes narrowed as he looked toward the Palace that was currently rumbling. He could tell that this emotion wasn't faked. This Demon Sage Spirit really hated him with a pa.s.sion. [Reread Chapters: 'Demon Sage Sargeras' and 'Fated Successor' for backstory about why the Demon Sage hates Dyon].

"I swear on my life, if you allowed these young men to die because of a grudge you have with me, I'll eradicate what remains of your soul and make sure the Demon Sage name is wiped from history!" Dyon was far less pa.s.sionate than the Demon Sage. After all, he wasn't the one who stewed for hundreds of millions of years in his own anger. However, he still meant his words.

Dyon thought that there was a possibility that the Demon Sage found out about the connection between Zabia, them and him. Then, he used the excuse of training to punish them. After all, he was just a spirit, there wasn't much he could do.

"How dare you?!" The Demon Sage's rage reached a fever pitch. The Mystical World trembled, threatening to crumble.

Before now, the Demon Sage had been in a deep sleep. It wasn't until Dyon used his divine sense to shatter a portion of the protective barrier that he was forcibly awakened. Now he was being accused of causing the death of his own in-name disciples?!

Dyon sneered. "You're a petty man. I've heard much about your history. You've lost your mind to the Demon Path once before, who's to say that it didn't happen again?!"

Dyon was still rearing from anger. Although it might seem like a funny joke that the Demon Sage made him miss out on treasures, letting others take them away, but to Dyon, it was a matter of life and death! What if those treasures, those resources, were the razer thin difference between his success and failure?! Yet, they were now gone and it was impossible to recover them.

It was an irrational anger. After all, these were the things the Demon Sage built up on his own. What right did Dyon have to dictate how they should be used? But, was the Demon Sage's anger rational?! Was it Dyon's fault that his life's goals were crushed? Was it his fault that he earned himself so many enemies? No! Yet, Dyon was being punished for it?

The Demon Sage roared in anger. His rage sounded like little more than a dying animal. Such a blight on his past was one he was unwilling to touch upon, yet Dyon brought it up so nonchalantly!

"DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE!"

In his rage, the Demon Sage saw read. Hundreds of centennials poured out from the castle, charging toward Dyon.

"You old b.a.s.t.a.r.d! Stop wasting my energy stones on these puppets!"

How could Dyon no recognize these puppets? They were the very same ones within the Demon Sage Tower! Finished with a beautiful gold-bronze armor, they looked like mighty heavenly centennials, prepared to lay their life on the line.

"YOUR ENERGY STONES?! THIS IS MY WORK! MY BLOOD! MY SWEAT!"

"You selfish piece of s.h.i.+t! You failed because you were gullible! What bulls.h.i.+t Timeless Library?! You actually fell for that nonsense?! You're nothing but a warmongering brute! To think I was going to do you a favor and take your daughter under my wing! If you want to be so stubborn, you can both rot here together!"

Dyon was livid. How could he defeat all of these puppets?! Each of them was a peak celestial! Although they only fought with the effectiveness of a fourth-grade expert, the gap was still to large for Dyon to bridge, especially when there were so many of them.

Usually, a fourth-grade expert could never become a peak celestial. This was because one wouldn't have enough meridians available to make it to the 10th celestial stage. However, these puppets didn't have such restrictions.

Hearing his daughter mentioned, the Demon Sage wavered. The only reason he hadn't allowed him spirit to dissipate was to make sure that nothing happened to his daughter's slumbering body…

He refused to allow her to undergo the same pain twice. So, he had steeled himself to only allow her to go with his successor, someone prophesied to be his better in every way. Only that way would his daughter be safe…

But, he was still the Demon Sage! A prideful man who built his way to the top alone! He was still unwilling to give up, unwilling to bow down to the heavens!

"f.u.c.k!" Dyon was so p.i.s.sed off that he was about to ignore his master's rules when the centennials suddenly retreated.

In an instant, the Palace fell completely silent before the Demon Sage finally spoke.

"Bring all of their bodies in."