Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

"Name them." The Archer said eagerly.

"I want you to be my subordinate. Do you want to live again?" Dyon's eyes shone with an odd light.

"Huh?... What?!" The Archer was stunned. Even the 25th White Mother was shocked. But, after a moment of thought, she suddenly understood. Was that why Dyon had insisted she enter his mind's eye? Did he have a way to reconstruct their bodies?

"I like your character, senior. I want to become a man who rules over everything for the sake of the safety of my family and friends, but I can't do it alone. I can't promise that it will be soon, but I can definitely give you benefits exceeding your imagination. Are you willing?"

"H – How?"

"A senior from the outer ring gave me one of his clan's core teachings because he learned that his clan had been destroyed. It's a Divine Level body cultivation technique. As long as my runic vein theory reaches a high enough level, I'll be able to reconstruct your body."

The Archer was stunned. A Divine level technique would definitely be able to accomplish this. After all, Mystic level techniques were meant for transcendents, this meant that the Divine level technique was the peak of the mortal world. As such, why wouldn't it be able to reconstruct a mortal level body?

The Archer took a deep breath. "Kid, I appreciate your kindness, but you're still a little too green." After getting over his shock, the Archer finally began to think things over calmly. "Even if I believe that you can gather the materials that would be needed to house my soul, materials, mind you, that would cost an astronomical price and would be rare beyond belief, you have to understand that my soul is merely a fragment. Even if it has a body, without constant nourishment, I'll eventually dissipate. I wouldn't even be able to fight properly because I'd use more energy than I could give."

Dyon smiled. As soul cultivators, how could Dyon and his master not understand this? So, why would the Archer be the only one to bring this up? Isn't it because Dyon had a solution already?

"Tell me senior, if I can solve this problem, are you willing to follow me?"

The Archer blinked. "If you can solve this problem, for a talent like you and as repayment for your kindness in giving me another chance at life, I'd follow you to the death."

Dyon's smile widened as his ring flashed again.

The Archer choked and began to cough. What else but the Soul Tome could cause this sort of reaction?

"I'm sure senior knows what this is, right? There isn't a soul ailment in this world that it can't cure. As long as your newly constructed body touches its cover, in just a few days, your fragmented soul will be whole again."

Without hesitation, The Archer agreed. He never thought that he'd get another opportunity to live, how could he not be excited?

When the Archer entered Dyon's Mind's Eye, he was shocked to see the 25th White Mother, but soon he understood some things and started to laugh. Dyon didn't worry that he might have ill intentions. For one, he trusted his ability to judge character, and secondly, even if he was wrong, with the existence of The Seal, no one could hurt him. If the Archer tried, he'd just end up like that Holy Princess Dyon was still too pissed off at to forgive.

'Kid, you're really recruiting well, huh?'

Dyon chuckled. 'She's actually my master, it can't be counted as a recruitment.'

'Oh?' The Archer responded with one-part shock and another part jealously, causing the 25th White Mother to smile smugly.

'Kid, why is your Mind's Eye so large? This really isn't normal…' Unlike the 25th White Mother who had been too distracted and worried about Dyon's fight to look around, the Archer didn't have such qualms. 'WHAT?!'

Dyon's mind vibrated uncomfortably. 'Hey, hey. You're in my mind remember, don't make such a ruckus.'

The 25th White Mother looked over to see what the Archer was yelling about, but what she saw shook her to her core.

'Dyon… How could this be…' She covered her small mouth, unable to control herself.

'What are you two going on about?' Dyon frowned in confusion. He was currently sitting down and pretending to resonate. If he left too soon for a process everyone knew should take days, if not weeks, it would raise too many questions. Although no one was here now, there was always a possibility that they could come back.

'Your soul… It's taken form already, how is that possible.' The Archer trembled.

'Taken form? What are you talking about?'

'Dyon, the form isn't supposed to take form until one is a half-step transcendent. Your soul has already taken the form of a baby. According to the laws of the martial world, the moment it opens its eyes, you should transcend.' Dyon's master explained.

'But that's impossible. If I had the soul strength of a half-step transcendent, my body would have already exploded ten times over.'

Even though Dyon said this, his mind was thinking at abnormal speeds. When his soul had been severely injured, why hadn't the Soul Tome been able to heal him? Or, more accurately, why hadn't the Soul Tome had enough time to heal him?

At first, Dyon had dismissed this as an anomaly resulting from his accumulated soul talent. After all, damage to his soul was the equivalent of damage to billions. Such a thing would be impossible for even the Soul Tome to heal. But, was this another possible explanation?

Come to think of it, if the Soul Tome couldn't heal him, but the momentum and heavenly changes caused by taking Amphorae's virginity could, then how amazing did that make his red headed beauty?

Dyon's master shook her head. 'A soul at this level can survive on its own, as though it was its own body. This is why transcendents can attack with their souls while we cannot. Their souls have defenses as though they themselves were the cultivator.

'Even if it's true that your body would be destroyed, you definitely wouldn't die. Even a peak level dao expert can't destroy your soul right now… In fact, even a half-step transcendent would have to go all out. The only problem would be the fact that your soul is still asleep, so if you lost your body, unless you happened to fall into a soul energy rich abyssal core, you'd remain unconscious forever.

'But, there seem to be two seals on your soul. One of them I recognize. It's from the [Inner World: Sanctuary] cultivation technique. But these crystalline chains… These arrays… No, runes? Magic circles?… I can't make heads or tails of them.'

Dyon was stunned. This was his master. A woman who was once a Star level array alchemist. There wasn't even a single Planet level array alchemist today! Let alone someone with her knowledge! If she couldn't understand, who the hell else could Dyon ask?

In the end, Dyon could only push it from his mind. There was nothing that he could do about it