Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

'Evangeline, I really have to thank you.'

Just as the Dragon King had said before, breaking the seals was dependant not only on cultivation, but also battle power. The moment Dyon realized that his selfless state was flawed, it was as though a whole new world was opened up to him.

He was very clear that that state, even in his peak condition, wouldn't last for more than a split second before his mental energies were completely drained. However, it was that split second that let him see that Evangeline had already done more than half the work in shattering the first three seals, meaning Dyon could have broken them weeks ago if only he knew how.

Dyon's energy cultivation surged, shattering stage after stage as it climbed at inconceivable speeds. The surrounding experts could only watch in awe as they felt Dyon's cultivation climb from the first essence stage to the second… then the third… then the fifth…

Sokzac's gaze was sinister, he had no intention of allowing Dyon to simply accumulate power in front of him like this. However, Dyon only grinned when he saw Sokzac approaching.

"I promised you that I'd defeat you with a saber, don't be so anxious."

At that moment, there wasn't a single individual who didn't pale in fright.

A divine sense the likes of which they had never felt before overwhelmed the world. In that instant, more than half the planet was covered.

The Peak Celestials looked into the skies, searching desperately for the originator. They were struck with such fear that they couldn't think straight.

A divine sense that could cover half of an entire planet? That accounted for a nearly 20 000 km diameter! What terrifying existence could cover such an area? It would make them no less than a God!

To be able to see, hear and feel everything in such a large area… It was too inconceivable!

It was only after they calmed that they realized that although the Divine Sense was overbearing, it was only at the Lower Celestial stage, comparable to about a lower mid-stage celestial. However, that didn't last long before it too began to climb at an inconceivable rate, shatter the barrier and climbing to the Middle stage… then the Higher… then the Peak!

While Dyon was laughing like a maniac, everyone was paralyzed with fear.

At that moment, they thought that they understood what was happening. Dyon must have had some supreme expert protecting him. Of course he did, how could such a genius be running around alone?

Sokzac paled, but he grit his teeth, unwilling to take even a step back. "Is this why you're so confident? How pathetic. You can't win yourself so you called your backers for help? It seems the True God title is really meaningless."

When Dyon heard this, he paused at first. But, then, he erupted into an even fiercer laugh. He held his toned torso as he lost his breath in laughter.

"Bastard! Don't think I'm afraid of you and your backer! There's nothing in this world that I, Sokzac Fulgur, don't dare to do!"

Dyon wiped the tears from his eyes, breathing in and out steadily. He had to calm himself. The energy from the seals was gentle, but it was still too much for him right now. He couldn't allow his soul to break into the dao level because his body couldn't handle it. He also had to stop his energy cultivation from breaking into the saint stage or else he would miss his opportunity to temper his body with saint energy.

'Master, how do I stop it?!' Dyon's laughter faded as he realized the gravity of the situation.

Dyon's master, who had just been in shock suddenly awakened. However, she didn't seem too worried.

'For a normal person, they'd have no choice but to die or ruin their foundation. But, for you, you have two viable options. You have two treasures of the 33 heavens that can solve this problem. You can either use The Seal or the Energy Core. I recommend the latter.'

Dyon's eyes glittered. Of course he could!

Dyon's inner world before to tremble as an unassuming pearl-like sphere burst out from its center, exposing a small spiritual vein below that was none other than one of Dyon's trial rewards.

The pearl began to spin vigorously, pulling the motes of shattered light toward itself.

In the outside world, Dyon's abrupt surge of cultivation began to slow. His energy cultivation that had already entered the tenth essence stage broke into the eleventh, before slowly creeping up toward the twelfth and stopping at a perfect 108 meridians filled.

Dyon couldn't help but laugh to himself. He had never sat down to energy cultivate outside the months it took him to perfect the foundation stage, yet he had not only become a peak first grade essence gatherer, he was now guaranteed to do so in sainthood as well. Often times, even the best of geniuses might fail to fill a handful of meridians at this stage, but somehow, Dyon, who had weak energy cultivation talent, had leaped over the barriers they couldn't.

"You're all fools." Dyon finally spoke as he checked his body. The overwhelming divine sense had long since been retracted, but Sokzac didn't dare to act rashly because he felt like he had been warned.

"So blinded by your own preconceptions that you can't even see what's right in front of you. Why don't I show you all who that supreme expert you so rightly fear is?"

Dyon felt that he was brimming with an inconceivable amount of power.

Logically speaking, it should have been impossible for his lower celestial level body to house a peak celestial soul like it was doing right now. The difference between a low celestial and a peak celestial was simply too far apart. Under normal circumstances, even a soul that was about to enter the Middle of the Celestial stage would have imploded his body.

But, that was where the magic of his inner world came in. One of the major differences between a transcendent and a mortal was the existence of a dantian, a cultivation sea of sorts that could house a mind-boggling amount of energy.

The heaven defying aspect of Dyon's awoken inner world was that it too could act as a dantian long before Dyon was even close to breaking into even the half-step transcendent level, let alone the transcendent level itself.

This gave Dyon the ability to house far more energy than he would normally, thus keeping his body intact despite having a peak celestial soul.

By Dyon's calculations, as long as he entered the peak saint level and expanded his inner world, his soul would be able to break into the dao formation realm safely and smoothly without worrying about his body shattering to pieces.

Although it was a long and grueling nearly two-decade period of feeling almost powerless, the pay off couldn't have been any greater.

"Show us who the supreme expert is?" Sokzac sneered. "A coward like you isn't worthy of my blade."

Dyon shook his head, "You still don't get it, do you?"

At that moment, tens of arrays began to form in the sky. Then, a hundred became a thousand, and thousand became ten thousand.

Each exuded the aura of a peak saint, yet they were created with such speed that the celestials trembled in terror. Even the best among them was a mere third grade celestial. Facing this kind of power output made them feel a keen sense of danger.

Dyon's eyes lit up with a gold light. "It's been too long!"

Sokzac's eyes widened. If he had to face this sort of attack, how would he deal with it? Of course, he could look down on peak saints with disdain, but even he would have to be careful when fighting ten thousand of them.

It was only now that everyone witnessing this scene realized that all of the arrays were golden!

"Innate Aurora Wielder!" They breathed out in shock. In all of their 100 quadrants, there were a mere dozen or so innate aurora wielders, and each of their names resounded through the cosmos. Yet, one was here, protecting Dyon?

At that moment, Dyon's hands clapped together as a small strain appeared on his handsome face.

A brilliant array, shining with a fierce red and gold sprung from his palms.

His hands slowly separated, and with their movement, an ever-growing spear began to form.

The killing intent was so overwhelming that Sokzac involuntarily took a step back, unable to think anything but a single word: "Judgement"!