Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God Chapter 2328 Explain

The First White Mother, Abraxus, and Elise found themselves utterly stunned. Precisely what was unfolding before them?

Everyone knew the Ancient Battlefield had been crafted by the Heavens. It bridged the mortal plane and the Immortal Plane. For that reason, its merger with this realm ought to have been impossible, given that the Heavens of the mortal plane had already crumbled to pieces.

In truth, the Ancient Battlefield should now only maintain a link to the Immortal Plane. Any tie to the mortal plane simply didn’t add up.

Beyond that, from where had these World Serpents emerged? World Serpents predated even Celestial Beasts. In an age possibly before the Primordial Era, they had anchored the planar worlds amid utter chaos.

By the time the First White Mother entered her initial life, their dominance was already fading, not to mention countless years afterward.

As if that wasn’t shocking enough, where on earth had this horde of warriors originated? How could they possess such overwhelming power? How were their ranks so vast? Was this some kind of farce?

"EMPEROR!"

The unified roar from the black armored warriors shook the Ancient Battlefield’s grounds to their core.

Clara brushed away her tears using her forearm, then shot a fierce glare at Dyon’s back. This time, it wasn’t only her unleashing full tsundere fury. They were all enraged.

If the situation remained under his control, why the need for such theatrics? They were on the verge of boiling over with anger.

Yet, they also grasped their husband’s true nature.

While Dyon didn’t shy away from clever schemes or his sharp intellect to claim victory, nothing thrilled him more than crushing foes with his bare fists. Bluntly speaking, he craved blood.

For a betrayal from a figure he viewed as a father and another as a sister… Unless he pummeled them personally, he’d never find peace.

But he wasn’t the old Dyon anymore. Against his past life’s self, he was merely an insignificant ant. Had that version appeared here, trillions of enemies—even multiplied a hundredfold—would fall within mere years.

This challenge exceeded his current limits, leaving him no option but to deploy his hidden aces, no matter his reluctance.

Ironically, his readiness to take that step unlocked the breakthrough he’d pursued even in his first life.

True Quintessence.

The black armored legion dropped to their knees as one. Even that basic motion shattered the air and tore the heavens apart under their sheer power.

"Since I can't beat you with my fists, I don't mind explaining. Consider this the last bit of face I'll give you as a man who was once my master…"

Dyon loathed needless explanations, yet today brought many acts he usually scorned. But that was alright—who made him so feeble now? Venting properly meant resorting to this.

"I'm simply better than you. Is that explanation enough?"

Even Dyon’s wives, previously brimming with curiosity, now itched to charge over and thrash their husband. How did this guy excel so well at riling people up? They weren’t his foes, yet fury gripped them too!

They’d hoped for far too much. Dyon bothering to explain? Perhaps for revenge’s sake, he deemed it beneath him. Wouldn’t clueless enemies rage harder not knowing their defeat’s cause?

"Yes, indeed. That would be much better."

Dyon nodded approvingly to himself, ignoring the trillion-strong army around him. Well… his body stayed still, but his soul—now hovering above his head—clearly did.

Having mastered Soul Quintessence to perfection, he could endure eternally, body or not. One might say he’d already perished. Without his abrupt insight, even his elaborate schemes would’ve failed.

The betrayal by his master and third sister had enraged him to the point of utter disregard for his own fate.

"Alright. Kill them all." Dyon flicked his hand casually.

Intentional or not… his poise, his voice, his apathy… it mirrored the First White Mother’s exact words perfectly from before.

With Immortal God memories, how could they forget? For the first time, a sharp ache pierced the First White Mother’s heart.

Abraxus furrowed his brow intensely. Why did Dyon remain so assured? He hovered above his own corpse, utterly unconcerned, not even glancing his way.

This tactic merely evened the odds at best. Victory and defeat hung undecided.

Dyon’s body materialized. Even as a spirit, he held a solid form. Standing there, radiating majestic aura amid swirling golden lights around his soul, he resembled a sprite in every way.

He swung an arm leisurely, tucking his corpse under it as he pivoted to depart. To onlookers, it’d seem bizarre—if not for the sheer provocation. His contempt fueled a lifetime’s worth of wrath in them all.

"Do you really think this is enough?"

Abraxus could no longer restrain himself.

Yet Dyon offered no reply, merely gesturing backward without turning.

The Sapientia forces froze in shock again, as a brief light flash revealed… a young boy?

The child appeared no older than 7 or 8, utterly charming in every feature, munching a head-sized red fruit. Juicy flesh smeared his plump cheeks, drenching him in sweet crimson nectar that filled the air with aroma.

The boy blinked in surprise at his abrupt new surroundings too.

"Ah! You finally let me out!"

He gazed at Dyon with a mix of joy and plea, fearing an instant recall.

Dyon chuckled. "Sure, I'll let you go. Just deal with the old bastard with white hair and you're free to go."

The boy clapped in delight. "Yes, yes, yes! I'm finally free!"

He spoke as if Abraxus was already handled, stoking the Sapientia army’s rage further. Abraxus terrified them to their bones—how could a mere child dispatch him so casually?

Dyon strode onward, carefree as ever.

Of course, foes wouldn’t let him slip away that easily. Countless warriors surged to slay him. Regrettably…

The Titan Army had already obeyed Dyon’s order long ago.

The carnage was insane. Each Titan matched ten Sapientia warriors. Even outnumbered by half, they’d annihilate them—let alone with equal forces!

This raged on the frontlines, naturally. Many aimed for Dyon to seize him amid the chaos. Hadn’t he claimed exhaustion? Easy pickings, then… right?

Alas… reality proved brutal.

Not a single attack landed on Dyon. Literally, strikes phased through him—an impossibility. Even as a soul, he remained corporeal, lacking bodily shields.

Still… Dyon showed zero interest in clarifying…

Now, Abraxus—still scowling—couldn’t hold back further. He understood Dyon intimately. Feigned bravado wasn’t his style. This confidence meant true dominance.

Yet he wouldn’t idly watch.

Unleashing fully, his aura surged skyward.

It soon became clear he’d barely tapped his power against Haven and Elise. If anyone could rival peak first-life Dyon… it was Abraxus, a one-man army.

However…

"Hey, hey, hey! Did you forget about me?"

The boy planted hands on hips, glaring ahead. But Abraxus ignored him entirely.

Time and space qi swirled about him. Instantly, the ‘aged’ Abraxus, teetering on death’s door, reverted to youthful prime, handsome features sparkling in Elise’s eyes.

"Tsk, tsk. Old man, do you know why we Heaven's Children aren't allowed to go to the Immortal Plane?"

Abraxus halted. His clawing hand froze mid-air.

"Ah, it seems like you might have some idea. Such a shame, such a shame. If you were going to make an Origin Source, you should have chosen something other than Time.

"Remember the one who killed you is I, Apollos!"

The little boy flashed a wicked grin.

Abraxus trembled, sensing something vital inside him break.