Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

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This doesnt make any sense Connery Sapientia was a man with mostly bold black hair, but, streaking of grey had begun adding color to his features.
He was tall, almost 2.5 meters tall in fact, and wore long dark red robes.
In his whole life, he had never seen such a scene, and it only made it worse that he knew exactly what was happening.

It has to be him It cant be anyone else

The members of the guilds around Connery looked at him in confusion, but all they got was the fiery light in his golden eyes lit.

H- Head Sapientia.
Weve gotten news that first-in-line genius Madeleine Sapientia will be arriving by the teleportation station at the Sapientia Main Branch soon.
We cant wait here or else well be late.

Connery completely ignored this.
He was the Head of the clan, he had no real obligation to attend the welcoming of a genius.
He had already shifted his schedule once around this.
It wasnt his fault that Madeleine was late and didnt arrive on the predetermined date.

Seeing the Heads eyes remained trained on Dyons figure, the surrounding Sapientia elders could only sigh.
Whenever their leader got engrossed in something, it was unlikely that he would forget it until he fully satisfied.

Connery waved his hand.
Let Ester handle the greeting.
Madeleine doesnt care for such things.
Not thinking twice about pushing the responsibility onto Madeleines master.

The faces of the elders couldnt help but twist at this statement.
This was the same Connery Sapientia that had run Madeleine away from the main branch because of her loss in talent, and now he was treating her as though he knew her like the back of his hand.
There was something inherently off about his demeanor.

From a young age, Connery had had it ingrained within him that only talent mattered.
He had only been able to work his way up because his talent had been so overwhelming, so, when Madeleine had ceased being useful, he had tossed her away just as easily.
But, he also didnt think twice about accepting her back with open arms.
That was just the kind of person he was.
Since he had been treated like a tool, that was just how he saw the world.

In all of this wildness spinning around Dyon, he couldnt spare a single ounce of attention toward it.

His skin continued to split and bleed under the strain.
But, something was changing.

A demonic aura was dripping from Dyon.
The color was such a rich red and gold that it was too real and mercurial to label a simple aura anymore.

The clouds in the sky began to shift, being directly affected by this aura.

Red painted the clouds, even the lightning striking down seemed to be drenched in blood.

That was right Dyon solution was something he had never been able to do before.
Without the ability to energy cultivate, Dyon had no control over such energies and they were thus of little use to him.
But, now? With his energy cultivation fully restored? Dyon had thought of a crazy idea.

You could use saint energy to energy cultivate.
You could use saint energy to soul cultivate.
So Why not use saint energy to body cultivate?

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