Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

Chapter 2289 Blood Boiling

Chapter 2289 Blood Boiling

Immortal God Crane couldn't even react. Even with her speed lowered, Little Gold was still, without a doubt, the fastest creature in all of existence. And to that fact, there was no competition.

The strike of lightning was swift, powerful, and held an aura of majesty that was impossible to match.

BANG!

Crane was sent flying back the way he came more than ten times faster. It was hardly a blink of an eye before his body disappeared down the long, dark corridor.

"... Master..." Nazaire was shocked.

"Can't you recognize a Sapientia when they're right in front of you? It's not like it's difficult. Their black hair and golden eyes are basically right in front of your face."

"... Crane doesn't have golden eyes, though..."

"Is that so?"

This was all Dyon said. He didn't seem to have the intention of explaining.

"Let's go."

Dyon leapt onto Little Gold's back with Saru and Lilith in tow. Though they were only clones, Dyon knew that Little Gold was a bit naïve. Even with her strength, he wouldn't feel at ease leaving her alone.

This could only be expected. How could you be anything other than innocent and naïve if, all your life, you were forced to live without interaction with others. Little Gold's experiences were only a little better than a blank slate. She knew some stuff simply by virtue of observing the world in silence for so long, but that was about it.

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Little Gold spread her wings wide. Just her happy cry alone made Nazaire feel as though he might collapse. Is this what his master meant by existence beyond the Peak Immortal God realm?

"Hurry up." Dyon said.

It was only then that Nazaire snapped out of his thoughts and jumped onto Little Gold's back.

The beautiful Lightning Sparrow seemed dissatisfied with this turn out, but knowing the situation, she didn't lash out and simply accepted it. However, she didn't forget to give Nazaire a nice, long glare.

Stretching her slender, tall neck upward, Little Gold roared. Compared to her clear, sonorous cry, this one put dragons to shame.

Without suspense, the top of Peak Mountain shattered, revealing the sight that those who were present that day would never forget.

Each one of Little Gold's feathers were immaculate. They shimmered with an assortment of colors, flashing lush greens, deep blues, and vibrant violets. Each fluttered as though they had a mind of their own. Sometimes they would appear to be as soft as clouds, and at other times, even the scales of mighty dragons seemed inferior.

Nazaire subconsciously tightened his grip on his grandson's body.

Though being trapped by the God Stele was a sort of death, there was a benefit as well, that being that aging was stopped. Since they were immortals, as long as one didn't experience the days normally, it was impossible for the dao heart to deteriorate, and as such, it was impossible to age.

As a result of this, this boy was the last of Nazaire's family.

So, when he saw the poor youths who had overestimated themselves lying in a pool of their blood and realized that his grandson might very well have been one of them had Dyon not taken him away, his heart was filled with fear.

"Hey!" Dyon roared. "Nazaire, don't disappoint me anymore. Or else I really won't take you for my disciple any longer."

Dyon's words were cold and harsh.

Dyon knew what was burdening Nazaire's heart. He knew how much family meant to him. These were matters that had once plagued Dyon as well. In fact, they plagued him even now.

But, allowing them to rule his mind was unacceptable.

"If you don't want to lose anymore, gather your courage and focus your mind. Now give me the damn formation core."

This time, Saru and Lilith remained silent. Protecting Nazaire would only go so far. Sometimes seeing reality for what it was, was important too.

Nazaire steeled his jaw and flipped his palm. An intricate ball of light appeared in his hand.

Within it, countless gears and runes floated. This was the control center of Pill Sword Mountain's ancient formation. It had stood here for several billion years and over countless generations.

An Ancient Formation was not unlike an Ancient Cauldron. However, instead of going through cycles of seasoning, an Ancient Formation was the brainchild of the best formation masters a sect had to offer over countless generations.

Every time a new formation master was born within a Sect, it would be their life's work to add a new element to the formation. Most of them would be able to tweak a few nodes to strengthen the formation overall. The most talented of them would be able to add an entirely new layer to cause a qualitative change to it.

This was all to say that even if Dyon had become familiar with this formation in the past, after so long, it would have undergone several iterations and changes. It might not even be recognizable anymore.

Yet, with a single glance at the formation core, Dyon's soul qi had already ballooned in full force.

A grin spread across his face. He was going to enjoy this.

His enemies would have never imagined that the moment they were planning to launch an all out assault on him that he would spring such a plan. The gathering of so many alchemists in one place was an opportunity the Sapientia couldn't pass up, and it was Dyon who provided this opportunity to them.

However, neither the Elven Hegemon, the Phoenix Hegemon, or the Sapientia themselves knew that they were dancing in his palm.

This was a feeling he had missed... Toying with the Immortal Plane as though it was a puppet on his string. Such an intoxicating experience made his blood boil.

But, the idea of massacring the Sapientia made it boil even more. He was going to enjoy this.