Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

The Ancestor didn't seemed fazed as he continued to laugh. "In that case, I will still gain merits for killing a genius who can become such a great threat. Don't blame me for you not taking the path to life!" 

"I guess you're a pretty decent sparring partner." Was Dyon's only response. 

Many watching felt that it wasn't until now the true battle began. 

No longer having to worry about Oshire's weakness, the Ancestor began to use his own dao comprehensions. Maybe at his peak, they were far stronger. But, for now, he could bring them out to a 1st Dao level. However, his complex uses of them opened Dyon's eyes to a whole new world. 

The first thing that caught Dyon's attention was his beautiful use of wind will. The dao spanning several hundred meters emitted a gentle pale green light. He didn't seem worried at all that Dyon's daos were so much larger. Instead, he seamlessly incorporated it with his body. Suddenly, even with Little Yang and Yin's support, Dyon found it hard to keep up with his speed. 

The Ancestor's second and final dao, though, was far more intriguing. It had the form of an array as well, but it shone a royal golden light. Unlike any dao Dyon had ever seen before, it had moving parts. Every motion the Ancestor made, the gears of the dao would shift… As though it was calculating something. 

'What dao is that…' 

Dyon expression grew serious while the Ancestor's expression grew calmer. 

This dao… It had to be a Legacy Dao of the Sapientia. But, Dyon hadn't run into anyone who could use it before… He had no idea what it was, and it seemed the Ancestor had no intent to explain. 

However, did Dyon need him to with Little Yang and Yin by his side? 

'Big Brother Dyon, you need to remain focused and mind your actions. This dao is an abstract will similar to Big Sister Meiying's Feng Shui Compass and that Eve's fist technique.' 

Dyon's eyes narrowed. Eve's fist technique had forced him to fight seriously during that battle just a month ago. 

The Niveus Sect which Eve was raised in was known for its principles of yin and yang. In fact, the very technique Matriarch Niveus used to destroy Dyon's home revolved around a ball of white and black energy. 

Eve had comprehended a Dao of counter force that incorporated her understand of balance to use gentle force to battle strong forces. In fact, thanks to her constitution, she reached a deep enough understanding to incorporate the dao into her body so Dyon hadn't even seen a visual representation. 

The Ancestor clearly reached this level as well. However, he didn't incorporate his daos into himself because Oshire's body was already at its limits. 

'The dao is known as Abacus Dao. Similar to your eternity pupils, it calculates the future and outputs percentage likelihoods. Except, the difference here is that the Abacus Dao is dependent on one's knowledge rather than reading Karma. Not only knowledge prior to battle, but knowledge of the battle as well. 

'It's essential a dao capable of reading cause and effect. The more information that can be input into the Dao, the more accurate the readings. Sapientia with the greatest comprehension of this technique can read thousands of exchanges into a battle with near 100% accuracy.' 

Dyon sucked in a cold breath. 

He knew that the Sapientia weren't simply glorified librarians, but even in his wildest dreams, he never could have guessed that they wielded their knowledge in this way. 

It was no wonder they were so interested in controlling Researcher Ton. His Big Bang Formula was very similar to their staple Dao. Using excessive loads of data to accurately predict the trajectory of a universe.

In the end, Dyon smiled. 

"I change my mind. You're more than just a pretty decent sparring partner." 

The battle that erupted between Dyon and the Ancestor raged on for months. 

Two figures stood in the skies, bloodied and beaten. 

On one side, there was a young man with a handsome face hidden behind a curtain of streaking crimson liquid. His wounds were a mixture of small a large, no doubt inflicted by a worthy opponent. 

To the other side, there was a middle-aged man, equally as bloodied. But any medical expert could tell you that it was impossible for his wounds to be inflicted by another. A large majority of his wounds were self-inflicted. 

The middle-aged man coughed. "It's a shame…" He muttered to himself. "This body is too weak." 

The young man smiled, a confident light still shimmering in his eyes. Despite being well aware he only won because his opponent was a Higher Celestial, a fiery warmth thrummed in his chest as though he could still face the world. 

"You've improved a lot…" The middle-aged man mumbled. "… of the 7 wounds you've inflicted upon me, two of which were fatal, 4 of them came in the last week…" 

Dyon shrugged. "I did say you were better than a decent training partner, didn't I?" 

"You held back?" 

Dyon thought for a moment. He felt he needed to increase his battle sense so he stopped using his soul all together in the last four months. If not, the battle would have likely pushed Oshire's body over its limit within a week. 

"You shouldn't take that as a slight. After all, you weren't battling in your own body." 

The Ancestor coughed, chuckling bitterly. 

"How sad. I was meant to use this opportunity to gather more Karma for my reincarnation, but who knew I would just make an enemy of my Sapientia Clan stronger…"

The Ancestor's voice faded away. With him, the thousands of Sapientia Ancestors in the skies became like wisps on smoke in the wind. 

Oshire stumbled in the skies, slowly crashing down to the grounds below. His body was completely spent, maybe he wouldn't live much longer than just a few seconds.

Dyon watched with a calm gaze as he fell. In the last four months, Oshire had been completely silent. But, Dyon knew that this wasn't because the Ancestor had suppressed him, that wasn't how Faith worked. He had remained silent simply because he had nothing to say.