Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

Soon, Dyon fell into a state of meditation, keeping his mind on alert in case the bull-bird tried to crawl its way over to where he sat.

A faint smile appeared on Dyon features. Holy type energy was truly too comfortable. He could feel the hidden injuries from his body tempering disappearing with each passing moment. Although this energy was far less pure than what he received from the bull-bird, its recovery abilities were uncanny.

If Dyon had to place a label on this Holy type energy, he would categorize it at the essence level. Yet, it was capable of healing his celestial body! This was how amazing these sorts of energies were. Dyon could only imagine what saint level Holy type energy would feel like. Actually, he didn't need to imagine. That should have been the level the bull-bird's beast dung was at. Dyon could remember that energy healing parts of his body that had erupted into a cloud of blood in an instant!

This world was truly a treasure trove. Although Dyon couldn't take any objects out with him, energy that became one with him was a completely different matter. Not only could he use this world to heal himself when he was in dire straits, he would be able to load himself up on those amazing energies now.

One had to also note that not just anyone with the Titan Diamond Body could do this. For one, simply reaching the bronze-silk realm and gaining access to this world was bordering on impossible. Secondly, Dyon's cultivation technique was the greatest ever created. While the cultivation techniques of others would struggle to respond to these new energy types, Dyon was like a fish that had jumped into the ocean. He took practically no time at all to adjust.

Hours later, Dyon felt that his meridians had been filled to the brim once more. He had managed to do this five times over the span of time he had been here. It was just that he passed off the energy to his inner world because he realized that this healing energy also sped up the growth speed of the grass in his inner world. Although he couldn't bring in those spiritual plants he had planted in his inner world for now, he could make a good guess that their growth speed would increase as well.

Dyon shook his head. He felt that it was about time he was blessed with all of this luck. He had toiled in pain for too long.

Standing up, he made his way to the still enraged bull bird. Dyon couldn't help but applaud its tenacity. It had crawled almost 500 meters just using its large chin trying to make its way to Dyon.

"Thank you." Dyon said sincerely. After he pushed the bull-bird babies that had refused to leave his side toward their mother, he began sending steady streaming of energy toward her. In the end, the bull-bird's enraged state was overwhelmed by a keen sense of calm. Pain that had overwhelmed it for years abruptly soothed themselves.

Taking advantage of the situation, Dyon quickly appeared to its side and snapped it broken bone back into place before dodging a sweeping kick the bull-bird sent in response.

Dyon chuckled to himself. This bull-bird really was too untrusting. But, if he knew that he had squandered ten years of her hard work, he'd have a little more sympathy for her.

Half an hour later, the bull-bird was finally healed completely.

"Consider us even now." Dyon patted its large head before dodging her snapping teeth. "Now you can hunt for your kids. I'll be back soon. Your den is really too much of a convenience for me to miss out."

Laughing once more as he dodged the bull-bird, Dyon disappeared from the world.

**

When Dyon awoke, he found himself on his throne once more, Madeleine still sleeping comfortably in his arms. He had another thought of helping her heal, but he fought off the urge again.

After placing her within the tower for rest, he couldn't help but test out his body.

His fists careened through the air, sending shock waves of booming strength forward before they enigmatically disappeared. This was one of the peak common grade techniques Dyon had learned to the one with self-realm, [Vanishing Fists]. The strength behind them caused even him to raise an eyebrow.

'This isn't my peak strength, my body actually feels fatigued after entering and exiting the world. It seems it takes a toll on me to stay in there for extended periods of time. As things stand now, I can last about four to five hours without too many problems. I can push it to one day if I force it, but then I'll likely have to rest for another month before entering. If I don't push myself, I can enter once a day without issue.'

Dyon smiled, continuing to find the limits of his strength. He found that after he healed his hidden injuries, his upper limit had increased by another five million jin. Now, his peak weight was 106 000 000 jin. His strength was absolutely devastating.

"Good. It's time to head to the second phase sky castles."

Looking down at himself, Dyon shook his head. He was practically coated in his own blood, he really should do something about that. The nagging sound of Lilianna's voice in his Mind's Eye only made things worse.

'Can't you be as quiet as Red and Green?' Dyon said, clearly annoyed.

He had long since asked them for their names, but they both answered that they had forgotten long ago. So, he settled with referring to them by the color of their armors.

'You stuffed me in here and never let me out! Madeleine at least let me see the outside world, but all I get with you is this endless black. Are you trying to drive me insane?' Lilianna's voice resounded in his mind.

'I can always put you back into the torture sphere.'

'You scoundrel!'

Dyon couldn't be bothered to answer. Instead, he brought out a large vat. It looked like a massive porcelain pot of white, covered by a lid that weighed several ten million jin.