Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God-Novel

With his Immortal Sense, though he didn't use it as wantonly as he had on the mortal plane, it was quite easy for him to avoid big trouble. If Dyon burned his soul, his senses were slightly stronger than an average 5th Grade World Seer. Even if he didn't, he was at the very peak of the 3rd Grade World Seer level.

The highest level Spiritual Sages were only of the 9th grade. Such individuals could see through 9 world barriers at once. Yet, Dyon's soul could already touch the 5th grade and cross 5 world barriers. Such individuals were already inconceivably rare.

Simply put, Dyon was actually being overly cautious. But, within the Ancient Battlefield, it was warranted. There were definitely individuals here who surpassed him even if the only criteria tested was his soul.

There was another problem Dyon faced as well. One's Immortal Sense allowed to see details impossible for the eye. However, the 'details' of the Immortal Plane were far beyond anything the mortal plane could provide.

This was where Dyon ran into a sudden problem. He could theoretically observe any world within 5 barriers of him simultaneously. However, his mental energy drained far too quickly. He wouldn't be able to keep it up for even a single second….

It was just like he was observing The Entity's Origin Source all over again…

However, these setbacks weren't what Dyon was focused on at all. The simple solution to his Immortal Sense problem was to just rein it in. He could maintain a few hundred meters without issue. And, he could observe an entire world for about a minute. It wasn't like he absolutely needed to observe so many worlds at once anyway.

Rather, Dyon was focused on something else entirely: his Inner World.

After dispelling his qi cultivation, his Inner World had been in a perpetual state of collapse. In fact, the only reason it hadn't completely crumbled yet was because Dyon was protecting it with his soul.

His Inner World had been constructed by both his qi and soul. During the years it was slowly being built, his energy and soul cultivation had been sealed away. So, having lost one of its pillars, it was no wonder it was in such a sorry state.

Dyon understood why this had been necessary.

In the beginning, his Inner World relied on the Heavens to exist. This was why teleporting into his world from anywhere on the mortal plane had been possible, because they were fundamentally on the same plane. As a result, one's qi, the path the closest to the Heavens, was used to establish this connection. While the soul, which acted as a bridge to connect to the Heavens, was used as the proxy to strengthen it.

It made sense that qi was the closest to the Heavens. After all, weren't all tribulations reliant on the strength of one's qi path cultivation?

But now Dyon had run into a dilemma. He didn't want to lose his inner world, but he didn't want to recultivate his qi via normal means either…

For Dyon, reaching the Peak Dao Realm again would only take a matter of weeks, if that. He only needed to swallow a few Half-Immortal Grade pills.

However, while Dyon was certain that he wanted to regain his qi cultivation one day, he was also certain he didn't want to follow the same path he had before. He wanted a qi path cultivation that existed outside the control of the Heavens.

The good news was that the Heavens suppression of him had stopped after he came here. This was probably because if he was here, he wouldn't be able to affect the timeline of events on the mortal plane anyway. So there was no need to continue suppressing him.

The bad news, however, was that he somehow needed to rebuild the greatest cultivation technique ever created to suit his needs. This was a tall task indeed.

This was the true reason Dyon hadn't returned to the world of desert quite yet. He wanted to reconstruct his cultivation technique first. He already had a plan in mind too…

He couldn't qi cultivate without relying on the Heavens. But, in order to qi cultivate without the Heavens, he needed an Inner World that produced its own qi. But, he couldn't rebuild his inner world without qi cultivating.

There was only one way to end the cycle. His Inner World had to be built on something completely different, an opposing existence in comparison to qi.

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This was how Dyon slowly began building his plan to refine his body.

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With a sigh, Dyon tossed a bone to the side.

Picking up a stone that laid to his side, he rolled it between his fingers. It was obvious by the stone's golden color that it was filled with holy type qi. It was actually the first dao grade holy type stone Dyon had ever run into.

Having seen it now, Dyon understood why it was he never found one on the mortal half of this prison. It was simply too precious and powerful beyond Dyon's estimates.

Dyon realized now that his so-called essence, saint, celestial and dao grades weren't very appropriate at all. He vaguely categorized them based on a system he understood. But, this placed him in a box that limited his thinking.

This stone was the very reason Dyon had yet to begin. His battle with Emytheus had ravaged his body completely. In fact, until yesterday, his ribcage was still bent inward. It was only now that he finally gained the ability to begin healing himself in earnest.

A familiar comfort overwhelmed Dyon as he took control of this dao grade holy type qi.

"[Heal]."

He circulated that qi through the meridian pathways of his wings, feeling his body reconstruct itself cell by cell.

After several hours, Dyon exhaled a foggy breath. He felt that he had recovered by about 10% now, leaving him with 90 or so percentage points to go.