He hadn't done it to be kind hearted, but he had rather done so on a whim. To him, breaking the illusion array of the God Stele was child's play. In fact, a part of the reason he was being so hard on Nazaire to begin with was because he was ashamed of him for not being able to deal with such a thing on his own.
To Dyon, the only people his disciples were allowed to lose to were himself and his daughter. No one else.
Being stalled by a damned metal stele was unforgivable. If word got out, people would think that his teaching ability was lacking. That was unacceptable.
If others knew Dyon's thoughts, their pity for Nazaire would only grow.
The God Stele was a treasure of the ancient era. Others knew it as one of the treasures closest to the Treasures of the 33 Heavens. But this was only part of the story.
Not only was the God Stele one of the closest, but it had once been one of those lofty 33 before it was kicked from the list by a greater weapon.
Weapons like these were called Fallen Legends as they have lost access to their passive or legendary ability. However, such treasures will always be a half-step more powerful than other Peak God Grade treasures.
To expect anyone, even Nazaire, to deal with it so easily was simply asking for far too much.
'These illusions though… They would be perfect for Reaper….'
Dyon didn't like being tied down to a single weapon. In fact, one of the reasons he created his weapon's pagoda vajra body was so that he wouldn't have to be. He always found it the most fun to use the weapon his enemies were using and crush them in their own expertise.
But, something about the reaper called to him. It was such a rare weapon that in all his lives, he had never come across someone who both wielded one and was strong enough to be a worthy challenge. As such, he had the least experience with it to now and took too long to realize how much he loved it.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64ce79d606107d003c23ea27", id: "pf-5140-1"})'I'll wait until I retrieve Little Gold. If I take the God Stele away from its materials now, even Little Nazaire won't be able to quell the dissatisfaction in time. It'll be more convenient to take it as I'm leaving, in that way I can just leave everything to the boy to handle. Plus, it isn't like they need it anymore. My name's the only one up there.'
If Nazaire knew what Dyon was thinking, he would probably start shedding tears and begging for mercy. His master was too evil.
Completely oblivious, he led Dyon, with his grandson on his back, toward the largest mountain of their sect. In fact… it was the largest mountain on the Immortal Plane…
It was simply known as Peak Mountain, the base of Pill Sword Mountain.
**
The Phoenix Hegemon was washed with complete silence.
There was something familiar about this suffocating feeling. The feeling of being completely outclassed in every way, shape and form.
They had all felt this before. Well, the oldest of them had. And the young felt suffocated just by hearing the stories he left in his wake.
Could it be that another Nameless Immortal God was being born right before their eyes? Was it even possible for them to accept such a thing? How could they let another monster like that rule their Immortal Plane again?
They thought that they were free from the pain, the turmoil. But here it was again.
Others might think that this was too exaggerated. At the end of the day, they were still Immortal Gods. Was there a need to react in this way to a mere mortal boy?
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64cc9e79c7059f003e4ad4b0", id: "pf-5109-1"})If one thought this, they simply didn't understand enough about that man's terror.
As though the Immortal Plane was nothing more than a toy, he played with them to their deaths.
The Hegemons he didn't like? He destroyed. The worlds he didn't see eye to eye with? He destroyed. They had all been beneath his shadow, slinking away in day to day life, hoping that they didn't accidentally offend him in anyway.
The suffocating pressure he gave them wasn't just superficial. In his era, the dao hearts of the Immortal Gods practically stagnated. One of the reasons he was so powerful was due to the size of his own fists. But, the other reason was that his presence actually made them weaker.
However they strengthen their hearts and resolve themselves to cultivate, if there was one opponent they knew they couldn't defeat no matter how hard they tried, how could they resolve themselves in their dao?
In the end, these people stagnated. Those far from his power were better off, but those at the top of the world found that let alone fight back, they couldn't even improve themselves.
This… This was the true terror of the Nameless Immortal God.
In his presence, there was no improvement. It was as though they were background characters to his story, mere pawns in his little game.
Many believed that he would eventually fall. But as the legends grew and he seemed to only grow more and more powerful, it spiraled out of their control. Eventually, even neutral hegemons began to sweat, old monsters who hadn't stepped into the world in billions of years were alerted, and the Immortal Plane was united in a singular wish to see him fall.
The shadow he cast over their hearts was impossibly large. Even his master, a king of an era in his own right, grew old and weak… So why the hell didn't he!?
"It was always impossible for the Time and Space Immortal God to take a normal boy as his disciple. Which of those under his wings weren't monsters in their own right? He even subdued the First White Mother. I'm sure you all see that I wasn't exaggerating just now, right? Even I, who warned you all, still ended up falling victim just like the rest of you."
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "663633fa8ebf7442f0652b33", id: "pf-8817-1"})Gilpin's gaze blazed like two torches.
