Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God



Dyon hadn't been able to manipulate atmosphere light type qi when he had the essence grade version within him. But, the moment he used the saint grade bold type qi from the female wyvern's nurturing pile, it was as though a doorway had opened up for him, one that hadn't been there before. It gave Dyon numerous ideas he could experiment with in the future. 

Dyon looked down. He had been planning on taking another glance at the mangled male wyvern, just to see whether it would be better to eat him or if he was worth healing and adding to his wyvern army, but something else caught his attention. 

'Green?...' 

The color of his wills wasn't something Dyon paid attention to, normally because their colors were obvious. However, there were some colorless wills. For example, his wind will or his music will. 

That said, his wind and music will had colorful half-step daos. His wind will had a light, gentle green for it, while his music will was a rainbow of color. 

The first thought Dyon had when he saw the green wind wrapping around him was that the color was an exact match of his half-step dao. 

'This Ancient Battlefield… Just keeps getting more and more interesting…' 

Dyon realized he had to approach this world differently. This entire time, he had been treating these lands like another reality, but this wasn't the case. This was a game. Though it was a game he could lose his life in, it was a game nonetheless. 

This didn't mean that Dyon would start taking this place as a joke, but rather meant the opposite. He had to take it more seriously. He had to stop treating it like a world he already knew all the rules of because he didn't. 

The most frustrating part about Ancient Games was the inability for individuals to share the rules with one another. Not only did you have to strategize to win, you also had to slowly comprehend the rules you were strategizing around. 

Dyon had already made numerous mistakes in this world, assuming things he shouldn't have. However, if he had approached this place like the Ancient Game it was, knowing he had to tease apart the hidden rules that shaped its landscape himself, he likely wouldn't have made those mistakes. 

'Alright… I'll play then.' 

The roars of numerous beasts entered Dyon's ears, causing him to smile. 

Before, he thought that building a fort in these mountains was a pipe dream. He could only avoid them. But now, he had decided that this place would be his anchor to set a fire through the Ancient Battlefield. Though it wouldn't be immediate, it was definitely a goal for the future. 

Dyon sent a mental command to the cobras and bronzed, telling them to eat the female wyverns remains to their hearts content. He had something else to feast on. 

Though Dyon said that he could just absorb a stream of consciousness to sustain his mental energy as he pleased, the reality was that his main body was struggling. He had only made it half way through the 2nd tier, being just as slow as he was previously, but his mind was quaking as he continued forward. 

It wasn't that Dyon couldn't feel this within the Ancient Battlefield, it was rather that he ignored the feeling entirely. It was similar to pushing through a day of work despite having a mind splitting migraine. 

Even still, Dyon's masochistic tendencies toward his main body didn't slow as he turned the small mountain range into a living hell. The wyverns that had arrogantly ruled this place for so long became nothing but Dyon's canon fodder. It was to the point where Dyon wondered if there was even a point to do this. If he really was so powerful here, did he even need to build an army? 

But he shook such thoughts off immediately. He could tolerate mistakes that assumed himself to be weaker than he truly was, but assuming himself to be stronger than he truly was, was a far worse sin. If he overestimated himself, only death awaited. 

In addition, Dyon had yet to enter the depths of the mountain range. 

If he had to describe the wyvern's strength, it was about 20% stronger than his mate who was about 50% more powerful than the female cobra and Queen working in tandem. 

By Dyon's estimates, Queen could officially display the strength of a lower dao expert on the mortal plane. So, the wyvern's strengths were not a joke. They were at least on the verge of breaking the middle dao barrier. Though, such labels were meaningless here.

This sort of insane strength leap made Dyon almost doubt that his current strength was only a product of his soul and the 'building blocks' of the Ancient Battlefield. Maybe it was related to his bloodline and constitution as well… 

The more Dyon thought about it, the more it made sense. 

Ri's constitution world gave her control over the Elvin Race, numerous beast species they had subdued in the past, the fairies, and even the World Tree. 

Madeleine constitution world explosively increased her cultivation speed, putting even the celestial beasts to shame. If she wasn't currently in a coma, maybe she would have already approached the peak celestial barrier. 

Orcus' constitution world was a haven for refining corpses and a hub for death qi. Plus, it could be used more freely than the former two mentioned constitution worlds. It worked more similarly to Dyon's Inner World. 

How unfair would it be if Dyon's constitution world was the Ancient Battlefield every other genius would be entering anyway in just 112 years? Did that even make sense? He had to share the benefits of his constitution's world with others? 

Sure, he had a head start. And, sure, the descent of the Ancient Battlefield was rare, this would only be its third descent ever, so maybe he was just a bit unlucky. But something about that just didn't sit right with him.