Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

Since you can see my mind in its entirety, you probably know the answer better than me.
What do you think?

I think youll lose it.
And youll lose it to an even worse extent than the demon sage did.

Youre probably right.

You realize thats not the answer I want to hear, right? Why would I help you now?

I dont have to know what happened to know the result of it.

The mortal realm is filled with pain and suffering.
Death and disease.
Cynicism and greed.

And now, on top of this, youre telling me that someone has to do with the death of my parents?

How is anything you just said different from the martial world? We deal with all of the same things.

Wrong.

A light smile played on the entities face from worlds away listening to Dyon.

In the mortal world, theres no out.

In the human world you might live to 120 years because of technology a number thats completely meaningless in the face of martial experts.

The human world is filled with disease something a martial expert never has to deal with.

The human world has a set class system thats almost impossible to break out of for a good 95% of the world.
The places that allow you to improve yourself simply by virtue of your hard work are few and far between.

There are places in the eastern part of our world that decide your class simply by the place you were born.
Imagine not being able to buy land in certain areas or attend certain schools or own certain businesses simply because your parents had no standing.

And all of this is made even worse because of how short our lives are.
You feel like you spend the whole time working toward an inevitable demise.
What kind of life is that?

But, in the martial world, cant everyone cultivate? Cant everyone participate in campaigns and fight their way to this tower? Cant everyone take advantage of their long lives to accumulate what they need to push forward?

There is no ghetto of the martial world.
And if there was, it would be the Focus Academy I started in.
If you could even call that high-tech place a ghetto.

Im not claiming that the martial world is perfect.
In fact, it disgusts me so much that, often times, I want to return home.
But, what it does allow is the right to fight back.
A right that was taken from those born in the mortal realm.

Youve seen too little of the martial world to be saying these things kid.
Much too little.
Sometimes living too long isnt a good thing

I hope you dont expect me to agree with that.
There are rich people in the mortal realm who constantly talk down to poor people.
Telling them that money doesnt make them happy.
And now you sound like one of them.

To me, youre just people whove taken for granted the things youve worked for.
Id like you to go and tell a man whos only lived 70 years that living longer isnt a good thing while hes on his last breath.

A sudden robust laughter filled Dyons ears.
I know what youre thinking.
Its even worse for me to say living longer is a bad thing, hm? Because at least some the people saying money isnt everything have experienced being poor?

At least I didnt have to say it.
Dyon said defiantly.

In Dyons life in the mortal realm, he hadnt become well known just because he was a genius.
It was because he spent his time creating things that benefited the entire world.

His understanding of the suffering poorer regions of the world had to deal with was as good as anyone elses.
So, he didnt like listening to privileged people talk in this way.

HA! Because youre getting cocky, Im giving you a difficult test.
In fact, Ill be giving you the True Empath trials.

Thats a good thing isnt it?

Nope.
Because now youre not taking the trials to gain more of my power.
Youre doing them to earn meridians.
So, you only get to gain one thing.

Dyon pouted.
Hey wait! Thats not fair! Ive already fully grasped your aurora, so I should have already earned the meri

The entities robust laughter filled the space again as he teleported Dyon away.
What a cheeky kid

Off in a small cabin in a world that couldnt be fathomed, sat an old man on a rocking chair.

His features were wrinkled a ghastly, but the smile on his face seemed to light everything up.

Outside of the cabin, the sound of a battle the scale of which couldnt be measured was taking place Transcendent beings tore through space and bent the laws of the world themselves to their will.

The old man watched all of this from his rocking chair, seemingly unbothered by the disturbances.

His hair was an unhealthy and straw like grey color.
That on top of the fact his eyes seemed unnaturally blinded they looked like a blue-ish milk filled bowl as opposed to normal irises.

Master? You havent moved in so long, I was worried!

A beautiful woman dressed in white rushed over.
Her features were delicate now, but there was a hint of cold that made it clear this was an expression very few people had the right to see.

The old man looked up.
Although he could no longer see, the gentle flash of a holy light etched into his forehead, bathing over the woman.

Master? You havent used your aurora in so long! Did you have a break through? This color

The old man coughed lightly, taking in the womans appearance and burning it into his mind.

I was just speaking to your grand-disciple Hes quite the interesting character.
Much too nave.
But.
Interesting.

A confused look appeared on the womans face.
Grand disciple?

Ha! It looks like your 23rd grand daughter found herself a good one.

But

Ai.
The Celestial Deer Sect is gone But, maybe not for too much longer

The woman smiled lightly.
Alright master.
Thats good.
They need me, Ill come check on you again later.

The old man smiled as the beautiful lady flashed away.

He could hear the despair in her voice.
It was clear she had long since given up.
To her, what use was a child chosen by a granddaughter of hers? Especially a granddaughter so far removed from the main Celestial Deer bloodline?

And yet, she did her best to put on an act for her master.
A man she respected with her everything.
Even to the point where she hid the fact her body was mangled beyond belief.

Her legs were shattered, so she was forced to hover above the ground.
The back of her dress was matted with blood and torn skin.
She was even missing an entire arm having become tired of healing her limbs

But, the old man ignored all of this.
Him showing concern wouldnt help.
As sad as it was, the best he could do now was pretend he was oblivious to all of this

Blood seeped from the corner of the old mans mouth.
I guess Ill let you do it for your little sister.
After all, she has the best affinity Ive seen for the true empath path.
The old man chuckled.

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