Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God Chapter 1902 Gratitude

Chapter 1902 Grat.i.tude

The atmosphere within the Grand Hall immediately became tense. Revelations Dyon casually spoke of were no different from thunder in their ears.

Could it be that the t.i.tans already set their sights on them? Without them even being aware?!

"Call Little Anak here." Emperor Angelus immediately commanded.

It didn't take long for a confused Anak to be looking around the Grand Hall in a bit of a daze. He didn't understand why the pillars of his Clan had called him here, and he understood even less why a member of the Sacharro Clan he hated so much was being treated with such respect by his father.

Dyon didn't say anything as he scanned Anak, sweeping through his body once, twice, and even thrice over.

Though he didn't have much of a reaction, he was inwardly frowning.

'Was I too sensitive…? Could it be the Mist Clan and the t.i.tans are completely unrelated?'

"Son." Emperor Angelus said firmly. "From this day forth, your marriage with Chrysanthemum is void."

"Father!" Anak was astonished to the point of near silence.

Even if he wasn't head over heels in love with Chrysanthemum, she had still followed by his side for a long time. In the end, she was his woman. How could he just throw her away like this?

His head spun. He couldn't help but look toward Dyon, his hatred deepening.

Did the Sacharro Clan to pressure his father into humiliating their Clan like this?

He could imagine it now, all the laughing and jeering. The so-called Emperor Giants aren't even able to keep the women that marry into their family, what a joke!

Suddenly, Dyon's eyes glowed. "So that's what it is! How sinister."

Dyon's sneer deepened.

"Cancelling this marriage is unnecessary, Emperor Angelus. In fact, it's best if we don't alert the Mist Clan at all. They're still… useful to me. Though I can already wipe them from the face of the Mortal Plane, this is not the best route to take…"

In the end, Anak was still a True G.o.d. After having the situation explained to him, even he was willing to kill Chrysanthemum himself. However, Dyon believed that even the victim in question wasn't aware of her involvement in all of this.

The more Dyon observed Anak's body, the more impressed he began. Such a technique… Whoever created it was a genius beyond words!

Was this really the same t.i.tan Clan Emperor Angelus said were made of nothing but meat heads who lost the route of innovation?

No… It wasn't yet certain that the Mist Clan was tied to the t.i.tans. But even then, Dyon was 99% sure.

"… This dual cultivation technique uses an understanding of the body deeper than I can imagine. It slowly shifts the alignment of the blood vessels, forming an array within the body. This happens over the course of several years, decades, maybe even centuries.

"At the same time, it gives benefits good enough that the victim would be completely unaware until its too late to change.

"The reason I didn't notice immediately is because I'm not familiar with the structure of your bodies and how they're meant to be. But the problem became obvious after I compared your meridian pathways to that of your father and other family members."

Dyon had seen this sort of seal before, one that directly used the human body as its medium. Back then, he had to sever all of Yandevere's meridians before she was set free of the Golden Crow Sect's control.

Anak's situation was even more sinister. This time, the technique didn't use the meridians, but the blood vessels. Severing one's blood vessels was far more life threatening than severing one's meridians. This made the technique almost impossible to overcome.

Anak clenched his fists, his body trembling with rage.

He was a True G.o.d! His future was limitless! Yet these b.a.s.t.a.r.ds actually wanted to ruin his life for their schemes… f.u.c.k them!

As he listened to how troublesome his situation was, Anak only seemed capable of trembling fiercer.

"If you want revenge, the plan will have to change…" Dyon said after a moment of thought. "… First, announce that Anak will be going into closed door cultivation and won't appear for a while. I believe that Anak was born with the highest angel blood density of your Emperor Giant Clan, correct?"

Emperor Angelus nodded.

"If Anak was of any other race, I would have to spend a bit of time to cure him. But since he has angel blood, curing this is as easy as flipping over a hand. I simply have to awaken his wings.

"The shift in his meridian pathways will disrupt his blood vessels as well. After all, the body is interconnected in all sorts of ways. This will effectively "reset" his state.

"Following this, when you dual cultivate with Chrysanthemum, you'll need certain measure to protect yourself from this change occurring again. Of course, I will help you with this."

Anak grit his teeth, but in the end, he took a deep breath and lowered his head.

"Thank you!" He said firmly, the grat.i.tude in his eyes weighing as heavy as a mountain.

Dyon smiled and waved his hand. This really was no big deal for him, it had taken minimal effort. In fact, the Emperor Giants actually made his future preparations far easier.

"Once Anak comes out of closed-door cultivation, he will be a true angel! Do no hide this. In fact, I believe this will only benefit us more. Simply say that Anak experienced a breakthrough in his bloodline, allowing him to become a true angel in the greatest sense.

"When that time comes… I don't believe the Mist Clan will be able to continue to sit idle. They will definitely take control of Anak immediately following this. Anak will then become our valuable trump card on the inside…"

The Emperor Giants looked at Dyon with a hint of fear in their eyes. They suddenly understood the scariest thing about this man wasn't his strength… but his mind!