Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God-Chapter 2226 Deep Slumber

The best part was that even though Reaper and Little Chibi had broken free from the Heavens, they could still break these rules!

Without hesitation, Dyon gave Reaper two drops and Little Chibi three. That was right. While humans and beasts and various other races could only consume a single drop, spirits and sprites like Reaper and Little Chibi weren't restricted by this at all.

In that moment, a violent surge erupted within Dyon's inner world.

After reforming his inner world, Dyon had gained a great ability. Though on the surface it didn't seem like a big deal, it was showing its might right now: the inner worlds of himself and his clones were all connected as one!

As a result, there was no need for Dyon's clones to leave this world and send these treasures back to his main body because they were effectively in Dyon's hands already.

Little Chibi surged into the skies. Her treasure gained a gorgeous luster, shimmering in deep reds and endless blacks as it pulsed with a golden light.

Her uproarious yet adorable laughter surged as he felt her potential skyrocket. In the blink of an eye, her treasure spirit went from the venerable grade, crossed into the empyrean grade, broke through the god grade, and slammed against the pinnacle of that level.

Right beside her, Reaper didn't lose out.

Its body was somewhat different from the past as well. Before, its body was perfectly smooth and without the slightest bump of scratch. It could blend into the darkness seamlessly and without equal.

But now, though it could still sink into the darkness, its body had gained character it hadn't had before.

Its long pole had lengthened, reaching almost 4 meters in height. It was still just as slender and sleek as it had been in the past, but now, it radiated a faint black light that made the space around it tremble. If others saw this, they would be shocked without end. Just how sturdy was the space of the immortal plane? And what kind of weapon could affect it?

However, it was Reaper's blade that underwent the most drastic change.

It was no longer sleek. It looked like an irregularly cut gem, curved menacing at almost 5 meters from end to end. The irregular shimmering shapes on its surface flickered even more savagely than its polearm. Within each one of these shapes, if one focused with all of their might, it was possible to see a singular closed eye.

However, as though its surface was a house of mirrors, it was difficult to tell whether there really were hundreds of these eyes, or… if there really was just one…

Much like Little Chibi, its treasure spirit skyrocketed to the pinnacle of the God grade, radiating outward with an imposing aura.

With both of his most valuable possessions increasing their potential to such a level, Dyon was immensely satisfied. Now, the two of them would be able to absorb the precious ores he fed them instantaneously. In addition, any bottlenecks they faced were completely erased up to the pinnacle God grade.

In addition, now that they were God grade treasure spirits, they could completely suppress any weapons they came across with the exception of the treasures of the 33 heavens. The only thing stopping them from entering the god grade now was the fact their bodies were made of inferior materials.

But… Dyon wouldn't let this last for long.

Just as Dyon was about to turn his attention back to this immortal legacy that had grasped his interest, his footsteps suddenly paused.

After a moment, his smile widened.

'Hey little guy, I think it's about time you wake up. You've made me wait long enough, don't you think?'

Without a drop of hesitation, Dyon took an untouched bottle soul nurturing elixir, sent it into his inner world, and shattered it above where Little Rain was in his deep slumber…

Dyon watched on with keen anticipation.

If Little Rain could really wake up, it was hard to describe in a few words just how useful the little guy would be. To say that he'd be a great help was a vast understatement.

One shouldn't look toward the sprite race of the mortal plane as a way to gauge. This was because these weren't considered true sprites. In fact, calling them half-sprites was also inappropriate.

They were men and women descended through the union of sprites and humans, but they were countless generations down from those ancestors of theirs, so in reality, their sprite qualities had decreased with each successive generation.

True sprites weren't existences that were limited by their own personal strength. Rather, they were only limited by the amount of their element in the surroundings.

When Dyon first met Little Rain, what he feared wasn't Little Rain, but rather the mountain of precious ores that surrounded the little guy. The more precious the ores around Little Rain, the more powerful he would be. It was as simple as this. If he was bestowed with pinnacle god grade ores, then even Immortal Gods would have to fear him!

Simply put, there was a reason the sprite hegemony was among the most powerful on the immortal plane.

That said, maybe even this description wouldn't do Little Rain justice because this was already how formidable a normal sprite was. But… What about Little Rain who had absorbed a fire sprite to become a duo elemental sprite?

Fire sprites and lightning sprites were the two most feared races of sprites in all of existence. Their offense power was unmatched in their race and they suffered the least restrictions when in places lacking in their element.

In addition to this, mineral sprites weren't lowly existences amongst sprites either. Though fire and lightning sprites were the most formidable offensive powers, mineral sprites were the most fears when in their home territory.

Who would dare provoke a mineral sprite in their home? Wouldn't you be asking to be buried beneath an avalanche of precious ores? Who wouldn't die with an aggrieved expression if they truly dared to be so foolish?