Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God



Dyon silently gazed at Violet. He found it hard to believe that this was the same girl who castrated him all because he rejected her.

If he was honest with himself, he was quite harsh with punishment. Well… Maybe not, actually. If it hadn't been for Jade and the Nine Cloud Yang, he would have been a eunuch for life.

"Do you believe people can change?" Dyon said suddenly.

Violet shivered. These were the first words Dyon had spoken to her since that day more than ten years ago.

Was he wondering if she could become a better person?

Violet bit her lip. She wanted to say yes… But the reality was that she didn't think she had changed at all.

She held a resentment deep within herself, even to now, against her mother. If Giralda had chosen a stronger father for her, would she have ever been humiliated like she had been? Would she need to fight against the weaker half of her genes in order to become powerful?

But, at the same time, images of Delia's tribulation still played in her mind. That day, Delia fought against the Heavens for daring to try to dictate who she should and shouldn't fall in love with.

The Heavens wanted nothing more than to take Delia's life for bearing the child of one of its Children, yet Delia fought with a smile on her face, defeating endless onslaughts all alone.

Now that very same Delia was alone once more. Did she regret choosing the husband she did? If she had chosen someone more suitable, she wouldn't be alone, right?

"I don't think so." Dyon answered his own question.

Violet's shoulder trembled, her head seemingly lowering even further. But, Dyon's next words shook her all the more.

"I want to become a cool-headed ruler, one who rules toward the absolute good with a calm mind. But, I happen to be quite hot headed. The only thing stopping me from storming Sapientia Quadrant and slaughtering anyone I see with those arrogant golden eyes is the thought that I don't stand a chance.

"A part of me believes that no matter how much I layer my true self in a layer of cold and calculating, I'll always have a core of molten lava, one waiting to erupt at any moment."

Blood dripped from Violet's lip. She hadn't expected Dyon to be talking about himself.

"However, that's not going to stop me from trying to become the man I want to be."

Violet felt as though a bolt of lightning had struck her very soul.

She watched as Dyon sat and entered a state of meditation.

The truth of the matter was that it wasn't Dyon's words that shook her to her core, it was his actions that did so.

Dyon Sacharro, a genius among geniuses, was being completely ignored by the Current of Calming Lake. What did that mean? It meant the Lake believed that he wasn't even worthy of entering the waters of its worst tier.

However, to Violet, this meant something completely different. It meant that Dyon wasn't lying to her.

Even someone as seemingly perfect as him had such a large flaw that he was still doing his utmost to fix. If even he could admit his faults, who was she, a woman mediocre even in the mere 99th quadrant, to not admit her own?...

...

Dyon appeared in a familiar world. His body and the air around him felt heavy, and the dense, thick forest almost looked to be tinged in red as usual. But, he had long since gotten used to it. This was none other than his constitution's world, one filled to the brim with primordial energy.

During the past few years, Dyon had learned many things about his constitution's world. Maybe the most important was that it wasn't an entirely bad thing that he was unable to bring in his whole body. By only being able to bring in a portion of his strength, it was akin to him splitting his body in two and gaining another free of charge clone. While one part of his body was meditating in Calming Lake, the other half could begin to explore this world in earnest.

Over time, he had slowly come to understand some of the pros and cons of his world.

For one, it was only possible to bring anything in or out if he fully entered. This was a major hurdle to cross considering Dyon could only withstand 201 000 000 jin currently, but his full capacity was 1 000 000 000 jin. Trying to withstand that weight would only result in Dyon pitifully laying in a pile of dung once more.

Of course, Dyon could forcibly withstand this weight by tapping into his [Titan Emperor's Will] technique which multiplied his strength by 20 times, however, therein lied the second limitation of this world: nothing seemed to function the same.

When Dyon was first teleported into this world, he realized that his treasures of the 33 heavens didn't function as they once did. Namely, it took far more energy to complete even the simplest task. Dyon noticed this especially when he tried to filter the bull-bird's dung of its energy by using the Energy Core which was with Granny Celest currently.

After some thought, Dyon understood why. This constitution world was completely cut off from the normal reality Dyon was used to. As such, his treasures lost the support of the Heavens, and thus it took far more to sustain their normal functions, namely more from Dyon.

One had to remember that Treasures of the 33 Heavens were pseudo legendary treasures, meaning they could in part rely on the Heavens to exude their power. Unfortunately, this was cut off here, making them harder to use.

This concept extended toward techniques, wills, and even Dyon's soul. Everything Dyon knew and understood functioned on the arbitrary rules set by the Heavens, but he was cut off from those safety nets here. While he had perfectly comprehended his [Titan Emperor's Will] in his reality, in this one, he could hardly sense it at all.