Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God



Dyon sat down in meditation, recovering his strength while allowing Yandevere to fish out the second treasure she had her eye on. It seemed to be a whip, which was odd considering Dyon could tell Yandevere used a sword with his instincts.

However, he didn't mind it. Since they were taking this time to wait for her, it was a good time for the beast babies to become acclimated with their own new treasures and for him to ponder the peak heaven grade technique [Silent Wings].

Although he could comprehend the technique instantly using the Soul Tome, Dyon didn't do so. He hadn't taken the technique because he wanted to use it, rather, he wanted to gleam insight from it.

"This is actually a peak Heaven Grade technique?!" Sabona's excited voice almost broke his concentration.

Hearing a Legatee candidate of the fourth ranked quadrant become excited about a mere Heaven Grade technique made Dyon realize just how blessed he was.

It wasn't that the Flaming Lily Sect didn't have heaven grade techniques, because they did. The problem was that they were incredibly scarce. The entire sect wouldn't have more than a dozen heaven grade techniques – only two of which were of the peak heaven grade – and they only had one incomplete divine grade technique.

The Golden Crow Sect was better off since they claimed the first-place rank among their four Sects. However, even they only had two complete lower divine grade techniques and maybe two dozen heaven grade techniques.

This sort of thing put the might of the Celestial Deer Sect into perspective. Dyon had a near endless selection of techniques to choose from and it was entirely due to the ancestors of his Sect. This made Dyon resolve even more firmly to pay them back properly for their help.

Shaking his head, Dyon delved back into his selfless state, but his reaction made Yandevere and Sabona even more certain that the Clan he came from was unfathomable.

'So that's how it is!' After a half an hour, Dyon grasped what he hadn't understood.

Unlike Sabona whose wings were artificial, Dyon's wings were real. Although they could appear and disappear, they were functionally a part of his body. As such, his wings had meridian paths of their own, meridian paths he had been completely ignoring!

This wasn't entirely Dyon's fault. When he was first getting used to his wings, he was thrust into a situation where his energy cultivation was suddenly sealed. To make matters worse, even before that, Dyon's energy cultivating talent was incredibly poor. He could already barely sense the meridian paths within his normal body, let alone the paths within a new appendage he wasn't used to.

With all of these things culminating into one, Dyon ended up relying on the muscles in his back to move his wings. This was effective in that it worked, but it limited the potential of his abilities to less than 1%!

Not only did Dyon's wings have meridian paths he ignored, they also have blood vessel paths he hardly circulated either! A sudden enlightenment came over Dyon. He almost couldn't stop himself from allowing his wings to appear immediately.

One had to understand that meridian paths and meridians weren't the same thing. So, just because Dyon's wings had novel meridian paths, didn't mean he suddenly gained even more meridians.

Instead, what the addition of these meridian paths meant was that Dyon could logically store more energy when his wings appeared. However, considering Dyon had his inner world, this additional energy was near negligible. What Dyon was even more excited about was the fact these new meridian paths represented Magic Circles normal humans couldn't create!

One had to remember that Magic Masters used the patterns found in meridian pathways to gleam understanding and cast powerful Magic. However, not only had Dyon gained an additional nine meridians from the martial saint pill, his wings now gave him the ability to comprehend Magic limited to the Angels!

This wasn't all either. With his meridian pathways came additional blood vessels. Weren't these blood vessels what runic vein masters relied one? This meant that Dyon could use himself as a test subject and compile a Beast Tome for Angels! Just what kind of hidden and powerful runic vein patterns were the secret behind the strength of the Angel Race?

Dyon blood boiled just thinking about it. The sheer level of insight and strength he had gained in this one Mystical World was akin to a lifetime of blessings. Dyon felt that even if he never found another treasure before his death, he had no right to feel any malcontent.

'All I have to do to maximize my speed with my wings is to circulate the comprehension I have of my moving techniques along the meridian paths of my wings. If I ever manage to comprehend the Demon Sage's path and fuse energy and the body, the speed increase from my wings would be on another level entirely.'

By Dyon's calculations, each additional pair of wings could increase his speed by 50%. And, this was a stacked effect. Meaning, his speed increase from his second pair of wings would not be based on his base speed, but rather his speed with his first pair of wings!

If Dyon's speed was 100km/h with no wings, it would be 150km/h with one pair, 225km/h with two pairs, and by the time he got to his fourth pair of wings, he would be at over 500km/h!

[Author's Note: Dyon's speed is well over 100km/h at this point in the story. This is just an easy to consume example to make things run smoother]

To make complex matters simple, Dyon's four pairs of wings increased his speed by just over five times his normal limit. To think he had wasted so much of that potential. Had Dyon comprehended this before, he wouldn't have needed his lightning willow mask to save him that day, he would have dodged the knife avatar with his own power!