Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God Chapter 2072 Underway

Chapter 2072 Underway

?Though he couldn't see anything to his left, he had a full more than 200-degree field of view with his right. With it, he gained a general understanding of where he was. And it led him to one conclusion: He had neither ever been in a place so ancient, nor so awe inspiring.
The black tiles etched in runes were only a small part of the fifty-meter radius he stood at the center of.
At the edge of this radius, there were four sets of equally spaced golden double doors, each of which were inscribed with what must have been epic battles of the past.
The worksmanship made Dyon's heart open up with awe. He had never seen such exquisite craftmanship outside of the creations of the dwarves. But, this seemed to be even a level above.
Every warrior, beast, and clash chiseled out from these massive golden doors seemed so lifelike. It was almost as though they could leap out from their static impressions and continue their battle in this very room.
Beside each of these four double doors, there was a thick pillar of over three meters in width. A mythical beast Dyon didn't immediately recognize wrapped around them all, leaving the top to be occupied by a menacing set of bestial pupils that seemed to bore into Dyon's soul.
"Another one has come?"
"Why do you say this like it happens every day? It's been thousands of years since the last."
Dyon's brows furrowed. 'Thousands? It's been trillions of years since the last descent of the Ancient Battlefield, how could it be thousands of years since one last appeared to them?'
"Does that matter? Who cares if it's been thousands of years? If they only come here to waste out time, then I'll be annoyed even if there are trillions of years between their appearances."
"He's right. This old ceremony is tiring. That place is no longer as powerful as they were once were. Who are they to treat us like lapdogs they can sell away at their whim?"
"Just look at this. They're even allowing Dao Formation Experts to come now. They can't even raise their own youths, how can they protect us?"
"Don't you hear how foolish you sound? You yourself are only of the Dao Formation Realm."
"If it wasn't the suppression of this world, do you think I'd still be?! If I was born with a golden spoon in my mouth like they were, do you think I'd spend so much time in this realm?!"
"We're far more advanced than they are in every facet, we were only unlucky in being born in a world with such a cultivation cap. Yet, they take advantage of their background to bully us. Let's just kill this one like we did the last. I don't have time for this bullshit."
"Absolute not! You two only got away with that because I wasn't here last time! I will not allow such a thing to happen again!"
"You should have just stayed gone."
"What do you think you get out of killing them, exactly? Do you think this will end well for you? For us? You didn't dare even breathe too hard while he was around!"
The more they spoke, the deeper Dyon's frown began.
In the end, this was fundamentally an Ancient Game. No one would tell him the rules, he had to figure them out for himself.
However, there were already several things he understood before he even stepped into this place.
For one, he already knew that this would be a separate world. This was the point of the question he asked the Mist Ancestor. This was only further confirmed by the fierce suppression he was under. Dyon had long since begun to ignore the suppression of planets, universes, and even quadrants. His Inner World had grown more than powerful enough to do so. But this sudden spike in an eerily familiar, yet far more powerful feeling that he felt now pointed toward a single end.
Secondly, he knew that this was the main crux of this trial. It was taken under world suppression for a purpose… The Heavens meant for it to be this difficult.
What did this mean in the end? If the first phase's main goal with the growth of the Invaders… Then didn't that mean that the Heavens wanted to groom youths capable of battling under world suppression?
If this trial had always been here… Didn't that mean that the Heavens had always been aware of the lingering dangers worlds like the World Tree's possessed…?
Dyon looked toward his wives who were sweating profusely within his inner world. He had learned long ago that no matter where he was, his inner world would take on the characteristics of said plane… This was why Chenglei and the beast babies had cried out in pain when he entered the black cabin's Realm…
Seeing his women like this, Dyon felt his heart ache.
Dyon clenched his fists, a roar escaping his lips as he straightened his body.
The Seal pulsed over his inner world, an illusory white flame coating everything from his hair to his feet.
The three talking voices completely froze.
"Hurry up and get this trial underway."
Dyon stood with his back as straight a javelin, his gaze both figuratively and actively burning.
There wasn't a challenge that existed that left Dyon with a helpless feeling. Still, he wasn't expecting the leap from quadrant suppression to world suppression to be so drastic.
Then again, when he thought about it… It all made sense.
In the past, the strongest quadrant suppression that could exist would be in Star Grade Empires. However, with the severe lack of quadrants left in the Mortal Plane, one might barely be able to form a single Star Grade Empire if all quadrants were conquered at once.
This was the main reason there was such a disparity. Dyon had yet to experience what Star, or more importantly, Peak Star Grade suppression felt like. How could there not be a massive difference?
What was more shocking though were the words of those three men…