Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

The ten barriers of light convulsed, compressing and contracting before ballooning, only to be compressed once more.

Minutes became hours as Dyon concentrated, beads of sweat lining his brow.

The silver light condensed, compressing from ten barriers to nine, and then nine to eight…

However, as Dyon struggled to do this, he almost didn’t notice that the grade of his meridians was responding. Dyon had theorized that the reason that Clara had broken into the 5th grade while he was still lagging behind at the 6th grade was because of her constitutions, but he never thought that he would see results so quickly…

As the light continued to compress, Dyon could feel his meridians responding. Although it was only that barrier of the 5th grade he touched upon, something pitiful to the eyes of the elite of the martial world, it still made him feel good.

It was at this point that Dyon slipped into the first selfless state, realizing that emotion wasn’t necessary here.

His efficiency sky-rocketed along with the burden on his mental energy, but he continued to endure.

Five barriers became four, then three… then two…

The once translucent silver light had become so condensed that it looked more like a steel wall. It had somehow become even more difficult to see Dyon even as the final two barriers worked toward becoming one…

However, along with the good, came something Dyon had never expected.

The characteristic of the energy flowing through his meridians changed drastically. As the barriers condensed, so too did Dyon’s energy. The once free-flowing translucent energy in his veins became so dense that it became eerily reminiscent of liquid lead or mercury.

If Dyon wasn’t in a selfless state, he would have panicked. His meridians were already of poor grade, they had no business whatsoever housing such dense energy. It was like trying to balance a fifty-pound weight on nothing but a single sheet of wet toilet paper!

Dyon should have thought of this long ago. The Silver Mirror Constitution was heavily reliant on the energy path and as such earned its heaven grade by fundamentally changing the energy quality within one’s meridians.

Normally, this effect would only be stacked once over, but Dyon was withstanding ten times the effect!

The repulsive abilities of the Silver Mirror Constitution was due to the added density its user’s energy had… However, those born with Heaven Grade constitutions were immediately birthed with second grade meridians, so handling this effect was incredibly easy. But, obviously, Dyon had no such thing!

In true selfless state fashion, Dyon didn’t panic. Instead, he immediately discharged all the energy he had within his meridians, ignoring his protesting organs and ringing them absolutely dry. This process was incredibly easy due to the Energy Core… If it could suck away all of the energy of an entire universe in an instant, Dyon’s meridians were nothing but a joke to it.

In fact, Dyon had already thought of a solution for this problem, a solution only he and his demon generals had, but a solution that only he would be able to implement so perfectly, especially considering the next constitution he would awaken..

Almost anti-climactically, the last two barriers fused together perfectly, forming a pulsing silver wall that surrounding Dyon completely.

Without pause, Dyon continued to the next constitution. A third of the efficacy of the pill was used, so he had just enough to awaken two God grade constitutions. As such, he immediately focused his mind on a possible solution to his problem: Titan Diamond Body.

Two roars sounded off within Dyon’s body. It was as though two alphas were fighting for supremacy, unwilling to be called out together, and definitely unwilling to be fused together.

The Titans loomed hundreds of miles tall, they dwarfed even the greatest mountains of the martial world, staring down from the heavens in disdain.

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The toddler within his mind’s eye slightly trembled, its eyelashes fluttering ever so slightly.

‘No!’ Dyon immediately stopped it. The last time it did something like that, hundreds of miles around him was turned into absolutely nothing. ‘This is my body, you had better behave too.’ Dyon growled.

If the twins and the babies, not to mention Delia and Eli, died because of him, he would never forgive himself.

Although the toddler didn’t respond, the titans that had once been roaring had suddenly become the absolute picture of innocent, waiting silently for Dyon’s command.

Even in his selfless state, Dyon almost bitterly laughed. If it was that easy, why didn’t the kid act when he was struggling with the silver mirror constitutions? Was this his body, or not?

Somehow, the process of fusing two god constitutions, something that should have been the equivalent of fusing 60 silver mirror constitutions, came even easier than fusing 10 heaven grade constitutions. However, the changes were absolutely marvelous.

Dyon’s body began to break off into motes of light. His skin disappeared first, then it was his organs, then even his skeleton became nothing but beautiful orbs of light.

In the martial world, being born with this constitution was a double-edged sword, something that killed 90% of the youth unfortunate enough to be born with it. If Dyon had tried to fuse the two of them, the likelihood of death would have been nearly 100%. Yet, it had somehow become as relaxing as taking a dip in a refreshing hot spring…

The moment Dyon’s body disappeared into motes of light, his selfless state released the primordial energy within the Energy Core as though it was a reflex. It didn’t fully understand why it did so, but it just felt… right.

Primordial energy poured into the motes of light, fueling them as though like water to a dry sponge. Their light grew fiercer, yet somehow still remained gentle…

The story of demonic will is one well documented throughout history. Humans, at a staggering disadvantage to beasts blessed by the heavens, could only rely on demonic will to close the gap. They believed that the solution to their plight were becoming beasts themselves, and thus demonic will was born.

One’s skin would become as tough as iron, one’s bones would become as heavy and fierce as steel, and one’s nature would twist, falling prey to the blood thirst nature of beasts.

However, how could the will responsible for bringing humans up and through the primordial era not be categorized as a Supreme Law? Although the difficulty of learning it was well documented, it was only insofar as upper tier wills such ice and celestial will. It never crossed that barrier to enter the ranks of the true supreme law.

That said, the usefulness of demonic will to Dyon was unprecedented. Even though his master barred him from using Demon Emperor’s Will, it was a definite staple of his usual combat. Without understanding of demon will, learning its first act is impossible. Without understanding of demonic intent, learning its second act is nothing but a dream. And without master demonic dao, its third act was untouchable. This was the reason it was categorized as a divine grade technique… It was impossible to master to completion without reaching that realm.

Still, how could a will responsible for fueling such an otherworldly technique not be a supreme law?

The answer was simple. The universe would never raise it to such a pedestal because the Primordial Era wasn’t ruled by Demons… It was ruled by The Titans.

The sound of shattering glass resounded through the tower. Although those in the tower didn’t really think much of it, Dyon’s Grand Teacher who hadn’t said much other than a simple greeting to Dyon after noticing his presence, suddenly turned his full attention to Dyon’s cultivation room.

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The raging war around the old man froze. Although they fought while ignoring the old man in the chair, there was a reason no one dared to attack him. Even the slightest movement caused warriors who could destroy the entire mortal plane with a wave of a palm to freeze in terror.

‘Master?…’ First White Mother frowned.

For the past few thousand years, First White Mother had felt that she was on the verge of a breakthrough. Despite the severe injuries she was suffering, the glint in her eye was becoming sharper and sharper. She felt like in twenty thousand years at most, no, maybe ten thousand, she’d succeed in bringing her bloodline back to its origin. But, even that prospect was nowhere near as exciting to her as seeing her master move for the first time in eons.