Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God Chapter 1245 Normal

Chapter 1245 Normal

Dyon approached with a confident and calm smile on his face. Below him, Linlin seemed to swim through the air. Her size had grown far more explosively than the other beast babies, in fact, her sh.e.l.l was already over two hundred meters in width and length. Sen didn't even need to shrink down to fit on her back, neither did Shere and Biibi.

G.o.d Goldeen's eyes narrowed when he laid eyes on Dyon before sighing a breath of relief. This young man's momentum was fearsome, no one could doubt it, but he wasn't even a pseudo-celestial yet. His level of hindrance would be limited. However, his beast companions… This would definitely have to be taken seriously. They were already celestials! But, even as transcendent grade beasts, their battle prowess wouldn't be comparable to a True G.o.d or even a G.o.d. In fact, they might even lose to Emperors.

Many had the same thought process as G.o.d Goldeen. They had expected Dyon to be a big help, but despite his potential, his cultivation was still too weak. The Flaming Lily Sect couldn't help but sigh slightly in disappointment.

Those the Sapientia guilds thought differently though. They immediately realized one thing… They couldn't see through Dyon's soul strength! For geniuses like them, this was truly too baffling.

"Seventh Elder, Master," Wilder looked toward a black robed runic vein master who had followed him here. This seventh elder was none other than his primary master. Although he had awakened a talent for weapons' smithing and alchemy, he had started his journey as a runic vein master. So, even though his weapon's master talent surpa.s.sed his runic vein theory, he had never betrayed his first master. "Can you tell me what his soul cultivation is?"

The eyes of the black robed elder flashed. Although he was a body path expert, having crossed into the dao formation realm long ago, his soul had reached the peak of the celestial realm as well. However, this flash soon turned to surprise.

"I don't know." He said seriously.

Wilder and Blythe sucked in a cold breath at these words. They hadn't come for Dyon. In fact, they didn't know this young man's name. Only those of the Flaming Lily Sect knew that Dyon was coming today. The Golden Crow Sect only found out due to their spies…

The reason they were interested in him was because any young man who could control transcendent grade beasts must be a Beast Master of high regard! But who would have known that he would surpa.s.s them by so far that they couldn't even sense his soul cultivation…

Dyon noticed the senses sweeping over him, but he didn't care. His mood was too happy. In fact, he couldn't wait for Linlin's slow pace any longer and directly stood, gliding across the air himself to land before Madeleine, a wide smile on his handsome face.

The Flaming Lily Sect women were stunned into silence, even Yandevere couldn't help but look up and send an odd glance toward Dyon. They didn't get it, if you were going to match the image of a True G.o.d, did you have to do it so perfectly? Couldn't you have at least had a normal appearance? Subvert expectations a little bit?

It seemed to them that Dyon tried to look like a normal human being wearing those casual clothes of his, but in the end, it only made him fit the bill all the more.

Everything about him was refined to perfection. Whether it be his broad shoulder, his chiseled physique, his warm smile and eyes, his strong jaw… He wasn't too big, nor was he too small. Not to mention his entrance was too perfect! How was any of this fair?!

True G.o.d Sacharro… This was a man the world had been begging to meet for more than a half dozen years now… No, that wasn't true. Ever since his name climbed to first place on the first trial leader board, everyone had been speculating about this man!

Usually, when someone builds expectations for so long, they're bound to fail you. Yet, Dyon's appearance did the exact opposite!

The Vice Master of the Flaming Lily Sect looked Dyon up and down. She had long since pa.s.sed the prime of her youth, so she wasn't love struck like her disciples, instead, she was calmly a.n.a.lyzing Dyon's power. As a dao formation expert with cultivation far deeper than even Amphorae, she was more than qualified to judge talent. Yet, she couldn't see Dyon's depth!

In the distance, Shere was pouting again. She had just been having a nice nap on Dyon's lap before his suddenly disappeared. To think he would ditch them for a woman again!

Dyon smiled lightly, however, he didn't take Madeleine into his arms. It wasn't that he didn't want to, but the felt like it was inappropriate in this setting. Madeleine was the Legatee of the Flaming Lily Sect and was the in-name successor as well, it was all but decided. Dyon didn't want to step on her toes too much.

"I've made you wait." Dyon's voice carried a bit of an apology that made the knees of many women weaken.

These were the geniuses of the Flaming Lily Sect, even if Dyon was handsome, their reactions shouldn't have been so exaggerated. It was just that his domineering aura combined with his overwhelming yang qi and b.e.s.t.i.a.l might… For women who rarely interacted with men, it was too much of a culture shock for them.

Madeleine shook her head. She didn't trust her voice to speak at all. Although she hadn't experienced any grievances with the Flaming Lily Sect, the constant faction wars and political deceptions were things she hated. She had to constantly be on her toes, a.n.a.lyzing who sided with them and who was truly on the Golden Crow Sect's side, it was exhausting. She'd much rather spend the day in Dyon's arms, but she couldn't.

"Hmph, do you think you can just woo my big sister with a few words of apology? You didn't even bring her a gift, what kind of man are you?" Sabona was the first to get over her stupor toward Dyon's looks, only for her to begin berating him to hide her embarra.s.sment.

Dyon looked toward the small loli with a chuckle. "You're right, big sister Sabona, I was wrong."

Sabona nodded in satisfaction, she especially liked Dyon calling her big sister. Maybe this big bad man that her big sister was constantly thinking about wasn't so bad after all.

Out of everything that the Flaming Lily Sect disciples had seen today, Dyon so easily taming little Sabona was by far the most shocking. In fact, many had their bottom jaws hanging loose, unable to understand what they were seeing.

"And you must be Miss. Yandevere? It's nice to meet you as well." Dyon smiled warmly toward the off-putting beauty, even stretching his hand out in greeting.

The disciples of the Flaming Lily Sect froze. If there was one thing no one, not even the elders, dared to do, it was touch Yandevere. The flame she was born with was powerful, but it was also a ma.s.sive curse. Its erosion abilities were fiercer than even death will! Its innate character was so fierce that it was almost appropriate to t.i.tle it an atomizer…

Many thought that Dyon wasn't aware and sought to warn him, but the usual Yandevere, who ignored any and everything around her, actually stretched out her small hand to greet Dyon.

A small grey flame sparked when their palms touched, and many looked away, expecting to see Dyon's arm disintegrate. Even the Vice Master's face paled. If they were responsible for such a genius becoming a cripple, could even Madeleine save them?!

However, the scene they were searching for never happened. In fact, even Yandevere's stoic features turned with a hint of surprise. Something had told her that it was alright to touch Dyon, instincts, maybe, but she hadn't expected him to come out so clean.

"Undead body…" She whispered. Although her words were soft, weren't they all cultivators here? How could one erode a body that was already considered dead?!

The gazes toward Dyon became filled with a profound respect. If before he was relying on the phantom cast by the True G.o.d t.i.tle, now he was awe inspiring on his own… An undead body… Couldn't that only be cultivated if one reached the 3rd intent stage of death will?! He actually mastered a supreme law to such an extent?!