Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

The years continued to tick by. Dyon felt that his preparations were nearing perfection. The day the Ancient Battlefield descended would be the day he bathed the Titans and the Mortal Plane in blood! 

The man who seemed to have the world in the palm of his hand, though, was relaxing with a calm expression on his face. 

Some days, he would spend time with daughter, diligently guiding and teaching her. Other days he would play around with his wives, dual cultivating with them to increase their strength and also showering them with tender love and affection. And still yet other days, he would torture his disciples with an evil grin on his face, becoming the nightmare that haunted their dreams. 

Soon, Little Alauna's 21st birthday came and went and Dyon sharpened his battle intent once more. 

His gaze turned toward the 99 universes, a fire lighting in his heart. He had given them too many years of peace. The idea of having a ticking time bomb sitting right beside his Mortal Alliance didn't sit well with him. Why not go wreak some havoc? 

Maybe Dyon was the only man in existence conceited enough to claim he could do such a thing alone. But he truly did have the capital to be this arrogant! He would make the 99 universes his playground! 

And, while he was doing that, why not also make his Master happy and pick up a Celestial Deer Sect Legacy along the way?

It had been too long since he let loose. 

He enjoyed spending endless days with wives, drowning in pleasure. But, that other side of him still existed… The side of him that saw the bloody battlefield of his first campaign all those years ago, yet grinned like a madman. 

In Dyon's mind, the strongest man to ever exist would always be his father. At the end of it all, he was still the mighty General Sacharro's son! He felt the most alive on the battlefield!

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The 99 universes were controlled by four centers of power. The Profound Earth Sect, the Ceres Clan, the Sona Clan, and finally, the most powerful Nova Clan. 

Elder Nova, who had given Dyon so much trouble back when he dealt with The Cathedral, was the second prince of this very Nova Clan. In fact, this wasn't the only interaction Dyon had had with this Clan either. 

Before Dyon left Soul Universe after the matters with The Cathedral, he fought against their geniuses in the Gates. Unfortunately for those youths back then, they were far too weak, having only stepped into the Pseudo-Saint Realm. 

Still, Dyon knew they were no normal geniuses. Back then, they had only been 15 years old. But, to put matters in their proper perspective, they only began to cultivate at 12 years old! That speed of cultivation was astounding! 

One had to remember, that for most individuals, one must wait for their meridians to mature before they can begin to cultivate. The only way to accelerate this process is either with resources, or awakening one's constitution fully. 

Even for Dyon, back when he first entered the martial world, he waited a good amount time for his meridians to mature. It was just that, in the end, he learned that he actually hadn't had any meridians to begin with. 

Of course, someone like Little Alauna who had a Star Lord for a father didn't need to do any of this so-called waiting. So she began to cultivate the moment Dyon felt she was mature enough to understand the dangers, which had actually been fairly young, all considering. 

This aside, though Dyon knew they were good little seedlings, he decided against killing them back then. Dyon was usually against letting enemies get away, but he felt like killing teenagers was going too far. Though he was ruthless often times, he had his own bottom line. 

Now, though, those very geniuses should be quite mature. If they dared to cross his path, he wouldn't hesitate to kill them this time around. 

Dyon strolled through the black expanse of one of the 99 universes, his expression relaxed. He wore his most comfortable white T and black sweats and didn't bother with a mask, though an adorable cauldron bobbed over his shoulder. 

At this point, this mask was only aesthetic. With his Immortal Sense, no one could observe him if he didn't want them to. Their only chance was to lay their eyes on him personally, but with the Celestial Twins by his side, was that even possible? 

If the 99 universes knew that an unknown enemy was casually strolling through their domain, observing their deepest secrets without even a hint of effort, who knew how they would react? 

However, this was exactly how you'd describe the situation here…

'Hm… How best to raise hell…' Dyon mumbled to himself, crossing through several territories. 

For others it took years to cross the barriers between universes and quadrants. But for Dyon, thanks to Hell's Right Eye, it simply took a single thought. 

Dyon knew that doing such a thing should have taken up a ridiculous amount of energy. Before, he had estimated that he should only be able to do it once or twice before resting. However, reality was well outside of his expectations. 

When Hell's Right Eye reforged the meridians of his pupils, they connected with the network of meridian pathways in his brain. In addition, thanks to retrieving his energy cultivation talent, the meridian pathways of Dyon's mind had become capable of accepting his soul qi. 

What did this mean…? It meant that Dyon was able to use soul qi to power an energy path treasure of the 33 heavens! 

Like this, Dyon felt that crossing even a thousand universes and quadrants would hardly put a dent in his stamina. If he wanted to, even reaching the core of the Main Sapientia Clan's territory would be nothing but child's play. 

'… If I remember correctly, Elder Nova's story is a bit complex. He was banished to guard Soul Universe…' 

Thinking more deeply, Dyon remembered the story.