Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

Itll be okay Little Lyla, you dont need to watch this at all, Uncle Acacia tried to shield Lyla from the image of the boy she called big brother being skewered.
He didnt know how effective something like this would be against a True Empath, but he had to try even though his heart was hurting.

He was quite fond of Dyon, and even more fond of his relationship with his niece.
He couldnt think of a better young man for Ri.
And yet, there he stood with his life ended much too soon

But, Little Lyla and Zaire suddenly said something simultaneously that shocked those around them.

Hes still fighting.
They said with determination on their little faces.

In the skybox, King Acacia had narrowed his eyes.

Fight.
He thought silently.

Belmont.
He said quickly afterwards.

Mm? King Belmont looked up in a daze, still at a loss for words for what was going on.

Lock everything down.

King Belmonts brows furrowed, Wh

The movements of the Ragnors are reading attack and it seems they wont be alone in it.
But, more importantly, my son in law still hasnt given up yet.

Although Lionel Belmont wasnt in the skybox any longer, Elwing was.
When he heard those words, he was shocked before he looked down toward Dyon.

Can you really survive this?

King Belmonts surprise increased, but he slowly calmed down before nodding.
Its quite convenient having you back.

In the next instant, King Belmonts order rang through the arena.
Out of respect for the deceased, since they were two geniuses of unprecedented talent, there was be a pause of half a day.
But, that was where the order became weird and those with intelligence began picking up on the fact that something weird was occurring

They werent allowed to move from their designated areas.

Patriarch Ragnor chuckled at this order.
He had long since known that King Belmont was wary against him, but even he was surprised that the usual passive king had acted so unilaterally for once.
It seemed he had his hands-on information that was fairly tangible.

Either way, it didnt matter.
Patriarch Ragnors job wasnt on a time constraint.
All he had to do was bring the necessary pieces to the location because their planned sneak attack would no longer work.
As such, pre-emptive action was needed.
As long as he acted before the World Tournament was over, it would be fine.

If he started acting antsy now, it would only raise suspicion.

Of course, Patriarch Ragnor was only reacting like this because he had gotten word just a few days ago that King Acacias True Empathy wasnt functioning properly.
The Ragnors information network wasnt to be underestimated.

Unfortunately, he had yet to be informed of a change.
Or else, maybe, he would have reacted differently.
After all, even he couldnt predict just how heaven defying the scope of Dyons abilities were

**

Power.
Dyon thought.
Power.

Why did he always settle on this? It wasnt as though he needed a reminder.
He was always chasing after becoming stronger.
Even his wives didnt know how hard he worked.
Or, more accurately, they knew but decided not to comment.

Dyons obsession with cultivation was bordering on psychotic.
Why? Because at the end of the day, the only way to avoid situations like this was to become more powerful.

Would he be worried about not being able to construct his body in time if he was more powerful? No.
Would he even have to reconstruct his body if he was stronger? No.
It just all came wrapping back around to the penultimate measure of your worth Your power

A thick scent of death started invading Dyons senses.
For the first time, he really felt like he was on deaths door.
If he delayed any longer, he really would die And everything he had built until now would be for naught.

Dyon knew that this scent wasnt really a smell.
It was just his soul being invaded with his imminent doom.
A looming fact of life and an inescapable reality for all death

Dyons sensitivity to it far surpassed the normal human.
He couldnt help but think about why, of all the Supreme Laws, this was the first he had stumbled across.
Why couldnt he have stumbled across life instead? Wouldnt it be a simple matter to save his life then?

How was understanding death better supposed to help him? So he could die quicker? What the hell was that?!

The death qi on Dyon grew as he inched toward the edge.

I cant wait any longer I just have to try it

Dyon focused his mind, trying to slowly sever the connection between his soul and body even as the death qi flooded him, sinking him further and further into the feeling of dread.
The time-stop was clearly becoming weaker, and time went from a complete stop flow, to slowly inching forward.

At first, it was a tiny leak.
Maybe a second would move forward for every ten minutes as Dyon strained to learn to control his soul in a novel way.
But, even with his soul talent, dealing with flood of death qi made it difficult to focus.
That coupled with the fact he was beginning to feel pain now that the time-stop was losing its effect, and it wasnt a great recipe for success.

Then a second moved forward for every five minutes

Dyons body was beginning to emit a thick and dense black aura imperceptible to everyone but him.

Focus.
He reminded himself.

His praise of Arios reached to a completely new level in this instant.
Severing such a connection while maintaining your consciousness was nearly impossible.
And, it was starting to become clear that the only source of pain wasnt from Dyons body But also the sheering of his soul away from it

Dyons soul shuddered.

Time shifted forward again A minute passed for every second that moved forward now

Suddenly, Dyons body began to glow as death qi continued to invade his soul.

The crowd looked over, still solemnly contemplating the past days events.
But, now they felt as though a miracle was about to happen.
And yet, what really happened was beyond the expectations of everyone

The glow intensified as a key slowly separated from Dyons forearm, before gently floating in the air, as though it was waiting for anyone to take it.

King Acacias eyes widened in shock.
His kingly demeanor was completely shattered.
He suddenly understood everything, but it all felt like it was too late.

There, floating before the eyes of everyone was the Epistemic Towers Key

But, what stabbed King Acacias heart with pain was the fact that this would only happen if the key felt that it no longer had an owner Something that would only happen if its previous owner died

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