Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

2035 Rage

"I agree. I don't believe that in the history of the Ancient Battlefield, there was no one capable of such a feat. In fact, I believe there are two possibilities…

"The first is that we are wrong from the very beginning and that there have been individuals who have succeeded."

"You mean they've been purposely erased from everyone's memories?"

"Mm." Dyon nodded. "It's not impossible. The Unicorn corpse puppet I gained from Orcus was forgotten by me many times despite my having The Seal. It wasn't until recently that that forgetfulness no longer affected me. But, by then, the corpse puppet itself was already useless."

It was quite an unfortunate series of events.

Dyon continuously forgot about having the corpse puppet by his side. And, by the time his soul was strong enough such that The Seal improved to the point of this forgetfulness fading, the corpse puppet was already of no use to him.

With how difficult it was to create Higher Existence corpse puppets, one can imagine that the unicorn corpse puppet wasn't even a Lord, let alone a Supreme or an Overlord in strength. The current Dyon could shattered it into pieces with a single glance.

He ended up handing it over to Chenglei for his army. After all, a Higher Existence corpse puppet was better than a dao formation corpse puppet anyway.

"If the first option is true, then it likely means that the four facet Overlord is a ray of hope left behind by the Heavens, which makes sense. After all, though these are Failed Clans, the generation that 'failed' died off long ago. It's not fair to punish their descendants with absolutely no way out.

"In that case, those who were 'forgotten' likely reached the fourth facet and transcended. Or maybe there is another secret we're unaware of.

"The second possibility though, is much more complicated. In case that it's true, it means the Heavens are completely opposed to the existence of a four facet Overlord."

"But why would that be the case?" Madeleine asked thoughtfully. "Is it because the four facet realm is beyond what a mortal body can endure?"

"I think the truth actually may be hidden within [Inner World: Sanctuary]. It's the most complex cultivation technique I've ever read, to the point where it's deliberately precise about its every detail. In fact, due to its understanding of its complexity, it's very forgiving at the same time, being the only cultivation technique I've ever know to allow its wielder to return to their foundation and rebuild it anew as a stronger, sturdier base.

"But what's odd is that it suddenly becomes extremely vague when describing the transition between the mortal and immortal realms.

"That either means its creator was harboring a secret they didn't want anyone to find out about…

"… or… Maybe even the creator of such a mighty technique had no idea of how to deal with this mysterious realm between mortal and immortal."

If BPA saw the current scene, maybe there would be no end to how much rage they felt.

A gorgeous blue bird with a wingspan spanning almost ten kilometers lay chained to a mountain range. Its once vibrant blue flames dwindled weakly, paling to the point they almost became gray. Most ghastly of all, its chest was cut open and its ribcage split, revealing a still beating heart.

Dyon sat in the skies with a tranquil expression, Madeleine sitting silently by his side. On her lap, Little Chibi played around like a little girl. Though she didn't have a corporeal form, she could borrow Dyon's qi to give herself substance, allowing her to be more than just a spirit.

Of course, she could use atmospheric qi to the same effect, but she seemed to like Dyon's own qi more. At the same time, she couldn't help but bury her chubby cheeks into Madeleine's ample bosom.

Concocting pills without Little Chibi's involvement was actually more difficult. Many of the advantages of the Battle Cauldron were lost without her effort. But to the current Dyon whose alchemy foundation had reached unprecedented heights, it wasn't too big of a deal.

A trail of ice-cold blood exited a small wound from Overlord Ascelyn's heart. The wound was so small in comparison to the sheer size of his heart that it was almost as though there was nothing wrong at all. If it wasn't for the long trail like a river floating through the sky that connecting his chest and Dyon's cauldron, it would be impossible to tell.

Dyon wasn't very worried about Ascelyn dying, though. For one, although he was using hundreds of liters of his blood, considering Ascelyn's sheer size, this was a mere drop in the bucket. Secondly, he was an Ice Phoenix. Other than ice will, what he was most adept at was life will. Even if he was several steps closer to death, he would be fine.

Despite his state, Ascelyn's heart was thumping wildly in shock, something that anyone could clearly observe.

He saw that his blood was being use to concoct something, but with his depth of knowledge, he could both see that Dyon wasn't using Runic Vein Theory, and also understood that Dyon was using his soul qi. Since when could flesh and blood be used to concoct pills?!

At the same time, although Dyon's movements were limited and his effort seemed minimal, there was a profound air about each shift of his hand seals that made the phoenix Overlord tremble.

The clouds in the sky suddenly began to rumble.

'Pill tribulation?!'

One had to know tribulations on the Ancient Battlefield were countless times more difficult. This was one of the fundamental reasons why Ancient Battlefield practitioners were more powerful per a given realm than an equivalent expert on the mortal plane would be. If it wasn't for Faith, the mortal plane would have never won even a single instance of this war.

Likewise, calling down a tribulation was many times more difficult as well. Just what realm of perfection could this pill have possibly reached to call down a pill tribulation even in this prison?!

Madeleine sighed, wrapping her arm around Dyon's and leaning into his shoulder as the battle cauldron shot into the skies.

"What's the matter?" Dyon asked, his eyes filled with affection.

"I'm jealous." Madeleine said with a slight pouting expression.