Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God



The White Castle, known by the residents of this planet as the Unblemished Castle, was in a complete uproar. They were located in the very heart of the Sprite Alliance, not to mention dao experts, even the Higher Existences of their Alliance didn't dare to wantonly stroll in as they pleased. Yet, someone had shattered their gate?! 

Dyon's Presence bloomed. In the next instant, the 20-kilometer radius around him completely changed, an illusory world of blue skies and green grass appeared, followed directly by a manifestation that loomed over the unblemished planet. 

When Eli heard Dyon's voice, he trembled involuntarily. The first true emotions other than guilt and rage he had felt in the last more than three years bloomed, but in the next moment, he plunged into an even deeper pit. He knew that Dyon was smarter than this. The only reason he was acting this way was definitely because someone or something had forced his hand. 

Dyon charged into the castle. It seemed as though he was just walking with strong, sturdy steps, but somehow, he glided forward several hundred meters every time his foot dropped. 

Since he had nothing more to hide, Dyon's divine sense bloomed outward in full force, locking onto Eli in an instant. 

'Come!' Dyon's arm stretched outward, forming a teleportation formation below Eli's fit in an instant. 

Just when he thought he would succeed, an overbearing spatial lock descended from the skies. Dyon had never felt anything like it before. Even the dao experts he had faced didn't make him feel this helpless. 

Still, Dyon's eyes didn't so much as flicker. 

A roar left his lips. 

The illusory world that had been forming around the 20-kilometer radius suddenly solidified. It was an act that blew common sense out of the water. Two realities fighting for dominion. And in the end… Dyon won. 

The castle of white was obliterated in an instant. Not just it, but everything in surrounding 40-kilometer diameter as well. In its place, a new world took form. Dyon's inner world. 

Dyon had spent countless years thinking of how he could possibly counter a Heaven's Child, ever since he learned that they would one day become his enemies. 

How do you beat something with seemingly infallible abilities? That didn't know death, or fear? Some of whom had even become completely immune to pain? 

It was a matter that ravaged his mind for decades, until he finally figured out. 

If the Heaven's Children received their power from the Heavens… He just had to take the Heavens away. 

Dyon's roar shook the skies. 

In that moment, the spatial lock over the surroundings weakened then shattered. 

Caspian, the black robed young man, was in shock. While Aslan's ability was known as Absolute Sensory Control, his ability was Absolute Spatial Control. He could manipulate the spatial qi of an area at his leisure, whether that was to teleport, or to attack, he could even cross one end of the Mortal Plane to the other in an instant as long as he willed it and accumulated enough spatial qi. 

Never in his life. Never. Had his spatial lock been undone. 

Before Dyon, 9 individuals appeared. With the reality of the Unblemished Castle shattered, replaced by Dyon's reality, everything they had once called home was gone. They couldn't help but look around, absolutely stunned. 

Dyon eyes scanned them before finally falling on a familiar young man. He couldn't help but grin as his trembling fingers reached outward, forcing Eli to teleport to his side. 

In Dyon's mind, he was still standing tall, a mighty and calm man who had just thwarted the Heaven's Children. But, there was a reason why Eli's tears were falling from his cheeks, and it wasn't happiness. 

Dyon's beautifully sculpted new body had practically smashed itself to pieces. Just a few years ago, even sending out a projection of his inner world could only last a few seconds, how could he suddenly force it to manifest its true form without consequences? 

His body was fragmented. But the truly horrifying part was that he didn't bleed. It was as though part of him was being erased, as though it was being deleted from reality. 

Dyon's hand clasped on Eli's shoulder. "I'm taking you home." 

With a vapid whooshing of wind, Dyon's Inner World disappeared along with Eli. 

Dyon stumbled, but managed to catch himself at the last minute. 'I just … I just need to … Just need to teleport back…' 

The feeling of being so close yet so far had never resonated with Dyon so profoundly. He just needed his mind to touch upon the Relay Station. As long as he did that, he could bring Eli back home. That's all he needed to do… That was it. 

Even with his plans going awry, he had managed to succeed, no? He had taken control of the situation even when it seemed impossible, no? 

So why was his mind no longer reacting to him? What was this endless blackness? What…? 

[A Ruler isn't a person who can't admit to his mistake and can't change course…]

Why were his manifestations words ringing in his ears again? 

Under the stunned eyes of the 8 Heaven's Children, Dyon collapsed. 

...

Dyon startled awake. 

His body was suddenly racked by an unimaginable pain, even having his body reconstructed wasn't on this level. 

To this day, the most painful thing Dyon had ever experienced was having his meridians implanted all those decades ago. Yet this pain… It was several times that. It was to the point where Dyon was certain that the him of several weeks ago would have asked to die under its pressure. 

Despite the pain, Dyon coldly observed his surroundings. He wasn't surprised that he was alive in the least. At the very least, he had calculated this much. 

The moment Little Yang was discovered, he knew things had gone awry. Retreating was definitely not an option, if Little Yang could be seen through, he was in even more jeopardy. 

At that moment, Dyon decided to go all out. His purpose was to get Eli into his inner world no matter what the costs were. As long as he succeeded in that, the aftermath didn't matter – and that included him losing consciousness.