Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

Dyon could faintly feel that his bottleneck to the Fate Silk realm was far looser than it had ever been. But, much like when he refrained from entering the celestial realm, something inexplicable was holding him back.

"Should I go find the old man?" Dyon mumbled to himself, stroking Little Yin and Yang silently.

They hadn't spoken since Dyon's ability to anchor them faltered. But, he knew they had helped him greatly regardless. Thanks to them, Emytheus' own celestial hamster made little to no impact on the battle.

"Where exactly is that desert world, old lizard? And do you know where that old man is located in relation to it?"

"… My main body has narrowed it down to a few hundred possible bubble worlds…"

"How useless. I gave him so much information yet he still can't find out what needs to be found out."

The Dragon King's second half would have smiled bitterly had he had the lips to do so. Only Dyon would think of such an idea. He actually purposely fed information to the Dragon King about his location so that he could use the Dragon King to understand just where he was.

"It's not easy for my true body to move between worlds. We're too low ranking despite being members of the Sovereign Hegemon. In fact, a normal Immortal Essence Realm expert has no business leaving their world. The fact my main body can even think of doing so is a testament to the strength of a true Hegemon."

Apparently the highest ranking organizations of the Immortal Plane were known as Hegemons. Faith didn't play as large of a role on the Immortal Plane, actually. A fact that Dyon found curious.

But after thinking a moment, he felt that it made sense. Those who left tales of their exploits on the mortal plane were only the weakest to ever transcend. Those who were truly powerful perfected their mortal bodies and took their faith seeds with them.

Still, this was as far as Dyon deduced. He wasn't certain of the specifics. But, it may be that Faith was more personal on the Immortal Plane.

"Sovereign Hegemon, huh. It seems that even without the shackles of the Heavens, Dragons are still arrogant beyond reason."

"Aren't you the last person who should be saying these words? Your arrogance got you into this situation to begin with."

"Bullshit. Maybe that might have been true in the past, but I was meticulous this time around. It's just impossible to consider every factor.

"Forget it, I'm not arguing with a spirit wisp. Just tell me more about the Dragon King's secrets. Maybe if he's more pissed off, he'll work faster."

"You already know my main body's greatest secret. That dragon and phoenix dual cultivation technique that my true body was chased after for is something you're already aware of."

"What a useless old lizard." Dyon mumbled. "Has been up here for millions of years yet hasn't even stepped into the Immortal Saint Realm on top of having nothing else to show for it. No wonder he's angry all the time."

Dyon waved his hand and forgot about everything else, focusing once more on his healing.

Maps were simultaneously some of the most valuable and dangerous things on the Immortal Plane. They were valuable in that they were rare, especially star charts that mapped out bubble worlds. But, at the same time, they were dangerous in that those with power refused to allow those without to wield them. Knowing the lay out of a network of bubble worlds was as good as having a floorplan for war.

So, Dyon was pressed into a corner. He had no choice but to use these petty tricks to siphon away information about this world. The Dragon King was too weak and knew too little.

Like this, the weeks ticked by. Finally, after the second month, Dyon felt his body was back to 100%.

Dyon took a deep breath.

A ripple of an inexplicable sharp aura danced along his bare skin, his nude body radiating with a vibrant bronze color.

An instant later, his Immortal Sense unleashed in full force, but it was immediately constricted and reined in by Dyon, its concentration increasing several times over.

Just what did it mean to take senses that could touch dozens of worlds at once and compress it to focus on a single human body? Even Dyon hadn't known before he did so. However, the result was so shocking that his vision went black.

Dyon didn't know how long he had spent unconscious, but when he awoke, the reddish daylight of the Ancient Battlefield had become pitch black. If it wasn't for the fact he had taken over the territory of a fairly powerful beast, who knew what could have happened to him.

After clearing his headache, Dyon slowly began to realize what had happened.

He had concentrated his Immortal Sense into such a small space that the level of detail it saw within his body was far beyond what was within his abilities to intake.

Trillions of individual cells, tens of trillions of individual organelles… he couldn't even bother to count the number of chemical and chemical bonds. But, to make matters worse, he had suddenly seen his body as a collection of electrons and protons, and then ultimately quarks and leptons and preons…

Dyon felt his head spinning.

[Author's Note: Organelles are the innerworkings of cells. They're what organs are to the human body to cells]

As someone infinitesimally close to building an immortal body, the density of the particles that made up his body vastly outweighed that of a mortal. He thought trillions of cells, but the truth was that he easily had several folds that amount.

Trying to take in so many details at once was far more difficult than even observing dozens of worlds.

'This is no good. How am I supposed to refine my body into a pill if I can't observe it properly without passing out…'