Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God Chapter 2229 Attack!

Chapter 2229 Attack!

A voice came from the center shadow. The sound was little different from nails sc.r.a.ping along rusted metal. Even then, it was still difficult to tell whether it was a man or woman. It had a shrilly character to it that might very well have belonged to a female. But, at the same time, it carried the raspiness of a man.

"Bring me to someone with some actual authority. Otherwise, I don't mind killing you three as well."

The young man was obviously Dyon.

By now, he had realized that Little Rain's chain was far more formidable than he had believed. In fact, if it wasn't for the fact Dyon had restrained much of its strength by not allowing its fire to whip around without restraint, then this place would have been burnt to the ground a long time ago.

It seemed that the reason Little Rain had been asleep for so long was because upon becoming a fire sprite, he had to form his own unique flame. This was a process that took an exceptionally long time, and even more time considering he wasn't originally a fire sprite.

When Dyon touched the surface of Little Rain's unique flame, his excitement had grown to a new level.

Every unique flame had its own unique Characteristics. The Characteristics of Dyon's own unique flames were Creation. And Little Rain's was… Refinement!

Little Rain's unique flame was likely the greatest unique flame for the refinement of treasures in all of existence. This only made sense as it was the unique flame formed of the union of a mineral sprite and a fire sprite.

However, this flame had a devastating ability. What was the reason it was so good at refinement? The answer was that Little Rain's flames had the ability to break down all materials into their most elemental forms and allow them to come back together under its nourishment.

What was the result of this? Even without Dyon releasing the flame consciously, just the act of the flames touching those enemies he just faced caused them to burst apart. How terrifying was that?

'I should learn some whip techniques.' Dyon thought with a smile. 'I had decided to use a chain as a weapon on a whim, but who knew it would be so powerful?'

Hearing Dyon's words, the auras of the three robed figures turned savage.

"Attack!" The middle figure roared.

The three shadows around Dyon surged forward.

Without exchanging even a single word, they split, cutting the air apart as they once more converged toward Dyon from three separate directions.

Dyon sighed and flipped open his palm and a book appeared. This book was none other than the Soul Tome. It could be considered to be the only treasure of the 33 heavens that Dyon still had on him and the only one he hadn't thrown from his body. Honestly, he hadn't thrown it away not because he hadn't wanted to, but he had completely forgotten about it.

Back then, there was a veil pulled over his mind as though some mysterious force hadn't wanted him to throw it away. Those forces seemed to know that they couldn't make him do this if he was aware he was being coerced, so they decided to wipe it from his mind. And, considering Dyon had thrown The Seal away, he didn't have even a slight chance at stopping such a thing from occurring.

Now that Dyon had calmed from the rage he felt on that day, he no longer rashly threw it away. Of course, he hadn't realized that his memories had been tampered with either.

"If you don't want to be thrown away like the others, be obedient and be useful. I don't have the patience for the tantrums you've thrown in the past."

Dyon nonchalantly swung his left arm, his chain whipping forward like a tempestuous storm that sent the three shadows flying.

The Soul Tome vibrated as though refuting Dyon's words.

"Don't talk back to me, I still remember the first day we met. You didn't even give him [Inner World: Sanctuary] until I called you useless. And, after that, as though you were paying me back, you didn't give me a single other technique for hundreds of years. You knew I needed the rest of [Soul Aid], yet you had it the whole time but refused to give it to me. You think I don't dare to rip all your pages out?!"

The Soul Tome's vibrating grew fiercer. Clearly it was raining down curses upon Dyon, but only Dyon seemed to understand what it was saying, but his expression remained indifferent.

"So what if I threw away all your brothers and sisters? They were annoying me and they were nothing different from shackles on my future path."

Dyon's diamond-like chain whipped forward once more. This time, a ghastly scream escaped the lips of one of the shadows as they lost their arm in a blood fog.

"Just look at this, he actually managed to dodge a strike of mine. Too embarra.s.sing. You want me to keep swinging this chain around randomly like this?"

The Soul Tome continued to vibrate.

"Regardless of your feelings, I don't care. In the past, I couldn't do much to you because I was too weak. But it's not like that anymore. If you continue to p.i.s.s me off, the first treasure I knock out of the 33 heavenly treasures will be you! Try me."

Clearly, the Soul Tome was exasperated. Why had it chosen a master like this? Clearly it was trying to help him.

It hadn't given him those techniques earlier because dao grade techniques really were the weakest within its pages. Even those heaven grade techniques Dyon had forced it to swallow in the Valley of Geniuses were completely detested by it and had long since been purged while Dyon wasn't looking.

Plus, Dyon's actions in throwing away the other treasures really p.i.s.sed it off. How could someone be so arrogant?! If the experts on the immortal plane knew that Dyon had thrown away such treasures, they'd probably eat him alive even if it wasn't in his possessions. Such actions could really infuriate people.