Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God



Dyon thought that even if Evangeline for some inexplicable reason chose him as a dual cultivation partner, something he had to accept considering the 33, now 30, seals in his inner world, she would never have given her virginity to him.

Yet, all of these thoughts were slapped down with a single sentence by his Manifestation.

As for the matters with Luna, Dyon felt that it hit even closer to home. Unlike Evangeline who had not an ounce of feelings for, Luna was different.

At first, it was the laws of the second trial forcibly manipulating his emotions to feel for Luna. In fact, Dyon even cut off these emotions the moment she betrayed him. However, in the end, he couldn't help but feel some sympathy for her after learning the truth behind her past. If it wasn't for both Luna and Amphorae, Dyon would have never passed his second trial, he would have died…

In truth, he had buried whatever feelings he had for Luna. After putting him through all that pain, she had actually forced him to watch her kill herself. That sort of scar wasn't the kind that healed.

Originally, it had been easier for him to slowly forget Luna. He had thought that after not seeing her Primordial Yin in his inner world, she had promised herself to another man. Such a truth made the decades of manipulation hit that much harder.

But, who would have known that it wasn't that Luna lost her virginity to another man, but that his Manifestation had hidden her Primordial Yin along with Evangeline's because he wasn't powerful enough to make use of them…

Dyon blinked as his eyes reddened. 'I've wronged you both… Especially you, Luna…'

His own immaturity made it so that he villainized women just for the sake of his own pride. However, his experience with Amphorae had made him grow past this mental hurdle.

The moment he decided to not care whether or not Amphorae had truly fallen in love with another man, was the moment he had truly forgiven Luna. But, the sight of her Primordial Yin here hit him like a truck. The fact he would never see her again only made matters worse. He'd never get to apologize…

Dyon closed his eyes, a deep breath steadying the waves of his heart.

"If you had come here with your previous mental state, I would have simply tossed you out. You haven't truly grasped the true meaning behind arrogance and what it means to look upon the world with disdain.

"You chose the Sovereign Path when you knew little of the Martial World and hadn't even taken the first step of cultivation, yet you never questioned this Path you sought. This isn't the true meaning behind being a Ruler.

"A Ruler isn't a person who can't admit to his mistake and can't change course, they're a person who sees that goal the want and pierces forward their own way, taking whatever turns they need as they please.

"You've interpreted this Manifestation as being Sovereign, when it is far beyond that!

"When the path of Sovereignty and the path of Creation meet, that is when you'll understand the gift the hides within you. Be it the nine dao hearts or any other, the path you'll forge will crush them all."

Dyon looked toward his manifestation, his heart calming.

"I disdain the sovereign path!" Dyon's ancient voice roared.

It was faintly obvious that his manifestation was enraged. Not with the world, or with the path itself, but at Dyon for aiming too low. If it wasn't for the fact that it couldn't, it would have ripped itself from Dyon body and forged a path on its own.

"Not only were you pathetic enough to lose yourself to the despair of a mere Chaos Path, you actually have the face to be arrogant even while you rely on the hopes and dreams of others to keep yourself stable. How is this the demeanor of a Ruler?!"

Dyon didn't so much as frown. After shaking off the initial nervousness, he realized that his manifestation was simply roaring out his most inner thoughts. He and his manifestation weren't two separate entities, they were one in the same. It was just that his manifestation represented the peak of what would be one day, while the current him wasn't even remotely worthy of such things.

Everything his manifestation said was correct. No matter how much Dyon ignored it, he had still not gotten over the matters of that day. He only sparingly used his most powerful offensive attack simply because he was scared. There was no avoiding this truth.

In Dyon's life, he had only felt true, unbearable fear, twice. The first was when he saw the body of the entity, and the second time was when he comprehended the truth behind his flames. The second broke him so thoroughly that he actually attempted suicide. If it wasn't for his undead body, ironically amplified by the very same black flames he feared so much, he would be a dead man right now.

The irony was uncanny. Dyon lost his temper, even shoving the innocent Lilianna into a torture chamber for almost one hundred years, all because she made a mistake. He had been so angry with her because she dared to attempt and take his life, so why wasn't he equally angry with himself for doing the same?

This rage his manifestation felt, this unbridled will to destroy everything to vent its anger, this was how Dyon truly felt on the inside. As angered as he had been toward Lilianna, he was even more angered with himself!

"You muddle around everyday, making fools of people who are unworthy of even our attention, yet feeling pride in doing so. Who is a mere God Goldeen? True God Tatsuya? True God Hydra?! Who are these fools in comparison to us? How dare you feel pride in defeating them?!"

Even now, the only thing keeping Dyon's dao heart stable were the hopes and dreams of the older generation of the Mortal Clan. The reason he could ignore his comprehension of Chaos wasn't due to his own prowess, but due to the prowess of those who couldn't even lift a finger toward him if they stood right here. How pathetic was that?