Reaper of the Martial World

Book 12: Chapter 157: Record (3)

The bronze leaf was an item they all received from the Venerable Stele. When it was sacrificed in this way, not only would the chosen pill become clear, but several sets of ingredients would also manifest as well.

Seeing Venerable Bart take action, the others moved swiftly, raising their own bronze leaves.

The sight of a thousand Venerables taking action all at once was quite awe inspiring. Even though Dyon’s actions were sudden, this didn’t mean that the rest of the Immortal Plane hadn’t already tuned in. A Gauntlet was too rare of an event, and Pill Sword Mountain would most definitely take the opportunity to raise their profile and make some money.

However, what none of the spectators who tuned in could have imagined was that Dyon would actually challenge all of these Venerables at once.

Dyon calmly watched on with hands clasped behind his back. His gaze flickered, quickly taking in and memorizing the names of each of the pills chosen by the Venerable Stele.

At that moment, all names on the Venerable Stele lit up at once and their etchings began to burn away. This not only signified that the Gauntlet had begun, but also a time limit. They would have until the last character of their name burnt away to defeat Dyon. Likewise, Dyon would only have this long to concoct the pills as well.

~Within the Phoenix Hegemon.

At this moment, numerous elders were watching on with furrowed brows. They had just been fielding guests from other prestigious hegemons when this sudden event happened.

Obviously, the Elven Hegemon had spent the last several years trying to rope in other hegemons to their plans.

While there were many who agreed, there were many more who didn’t want to take even a step into these murky waters. The Phoenix Hegemon, as a result, had been split into two on this matter.

One faction found the other side to be cowardly, while the other found the former to be blindly arrogant. Reincarnation or not, weaker or not, the Nameless Immortal God was still the Nameless Immortal God.

At that moment, the elder hall of the Phoenix Hegemon had been in a heated debate.

The Supreme Grand Elder Jeanna, of the Fire Phoenix Clan, and the Supreme Grand Elder Imaigne, of the Ice Phoenix Clan, were at a head once again. Both were gorgeous middle-aged women, and both had been rivals for a lifetime. And, clearly, both refused to come to a compromise on these matters.

Gilpin, of the Elven Hegemon, watched on as these two women clashed with a bitter expression. He felt that this would go on for a long while more, but he hadn’t expected for everything to come to a grinding halt with the sudden announcement from Pill Sword Mountain.

Someone had challenged the Gauntlet?

In truth, they were interested. Even if this was just the Venerable Gauntlet, even some Immortal Gods might take a peek. It was simply too rare of an event, and the implications were even greater than its rarity.

However, due to the nature of the meeting they were currently having, many decided that it was for the best that they simply ignore these matters. Though this was unfortunate, how could these matters compare to the Nameless Immortal God? Their next decision would decide the fate of the whole Immortal Plane.

What these elders could have never expected was that the moment they made this decision, they would receive a second message from Pill Sword Mountain.

A challenge to the Empyrean Stele? What the hell was going on?

At this point, it was difficult for them to set things aside so simply. And, many of them thought of a possibility. Who else could cause a stir on this level if not him?

When they received the subsequent information about the challenge to the God Stele, they dropped everything. Even Jeanne and Imaigne stopped their quarrel. But what they saw next was completely out of their expectations.

A… mortal?

No matter how they racked their brains, it was impossible for them to connect a mortal to that lofty immortal god. Plus, in their minds, if he really transcended from the mortal plane like Gilpin said he did, then he should be an immortal, nothing else made sense.

As a result, their thoughts that this Dyon Sacharro was the Nameless Immortal God were thrown from their minds.

As for recognizing Dyon by his face… Was that even possible? All those here could remember was a devil, those who were old enough to remember what Dyon’s face looked like before he sunk into madness were already in their graves.

Those few who managed to survive to this day, like the Elven Ancestor, had long since had such memories blurred from their minds. How else could it be that the name Dyon Sacharro didn’t cause waves and topple mountains the moment it appeared once again, and in such high profile manner at that?

Names on the immortal plane held power, let alone another Dyon Sacharro, no one even dared to take the name Sacharro despite the trillions upon trillions of families and clans there were on the immortal plane.

At this point, those in the Elder Hall of the Phoenix Hegemon stopped watching with apprehension, but rather with curiosity buried beneath disdain. A mortal? Challenging those stone steles? Was this a joke?

However, they were still smart individuals nonetheless. They knew that ringing the God Stele was no laughing matter. At the very least, this young man was talented.

But, even they couldh’t predict what happened next.

A crushing defeat. A complete and utter demolishment.

A single man, concocting a thousand pills at once, crushing a thousand alchemists at once, causing the descent of a thousand tribulations at once.

In the end, only one name remained on the Venerable Stele.

[1. Dyon Sacharro (434) – Peak Empyrean Grade Soul. Record: 1.000. Valiant Record: 1.000]