Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

Everyone knew that there were some things almost impossible to heal on the human body. One were the eyes, but the other fell under the umbrella of reproductive organs. Whether it be a female's uterus, or a male's penis and testicles, they both required heaven defying medicines to heal.

The good news was the Violet had no idea that Dyon had eaten a Planet level plant used to specifically stimulate primordial yang just a few days prior. Not only had he eaten it, he had even evoked its highest level of use when he caused nine clouds to appear.

The amount of pure yang energy within Dyon's body wasn't something even a dao formation expert who specialized in yang energy could match. Three days was more than enough to heal him completely.

As Dyon knew, the Nine Cloud Yang plant was only a poison when used incorrectly. When used properly, it was a heaven defying cultivation resource. Although Dyon didn't know what happened when he was asleep, what he did know was the fact that he was still alive meant that Evangeline had used some means to appropriately assimilate the plant with his body, meaning he benefitted from all of its properties.

As for the idea of Evangeline using her own body to do so, Dyon dismissed the idea completely. An array alchemy expert of her caliber had many methods to deal with the Nine Cloud Yang that didn't involve connecting them as man and woman.

Plus, had she dual cultivated with him, there should have been a marked increase in his power. But, as far as he could tell, there was no difference in his strength.

Just for context, when Dyon dual cultivated with Amphorae, she was a peak saint, while his body was still in at the mid saint levels, it had been enough to propel his body into the celestial levels. That was such a large increase for a difference of cultivation that only amount to half a realm.

Yet, Evangeline was a dao formation expert. That was an entire realm above his body cultivation, and three whole realms above his energy cultivation. Even his soul, his strongest attribute, was an entire realm below her. Such a large gap should have helped Dyon soar to the heavens in a single step, yet, here he was, still at the same level. At the very least, he should have exploded and died from the overwhelming increase in his power.

Dyon stopped thinking about it. He wasn't in the mood to fantasize about beauties. He was in the mood to kill and not stop until he was bathed in blood.

Suddenly, the dark cage he was in, barely large enough for him to sit up right, shook as a snicker came from the outside.

"Looks like the new one finally woke up. It's too bad though, it's a young man. Those two annoying sisters got in the way of us taking that last little beauty that came in." A voice called.

"Oh? Give him to Brother Dima." A second voice responded in a slightly teasing tone.

The first voice gagged, exaggeratedly spitting to one side. "You deal with that. I wouldn't wish this fate upon my worst enemy, let alone a man ill fated enough to come here."

The second voice snickered. "Didn't you see how bloodied his crotch was when he came here? I heard he was publicly castrated. It's like he was sent here by the heavens for Brother Dima."

"Ah!" The first voice gasped in shock. "You must have been the one who cleaned him up, no? Was it really?"

"Cleaned him up?" The second voice snorted. "He's a cultivator, he won't die so easily. Why would I dirty my hands like that? Plus, the market'll be shutting down in just over another week or so, he'll be sold off before then."

"Cultivator?" The first voice sounded hesitant. Most of the soul slaves they brought in were newborns. So, obviously, they were of little strength. After growing up here, there was plenty of time to place many restrictions on them. Someone who came in as old as Dyon was very rare.

The second voice snorted. "What're you getting so flustered for? Don't you recognize this metal? After being beaten so severely and trapped in this Silver Sponge Metal, his energies would be completely depleted. If you couldn't defeat him now, aren't you too pathetic? Don't you want to be lauded as the man who defeated a core disciple of Soul Rending Peak?"

"Core disciple?!" The first voice exclaimed. "Leave him in there, I don't have a death wish. Better yet, send Brother Dima to deal with him, I'm done. Even a starving camel is stronger than a healthy horse. I've heard old people say that plenty of times, so I'm not trying to gain first hand experience about it."

Dyon heard footsteps as the first voice decisively walked away.

BANG! BANG!

A solid hand slammed against Dyon's cage. Oddly enough, the sound disappeared almost as soon as it was made.

At first, Dyon thought that would be the end of it. After all, silver sponge metal was known for absorbing any and all energies, including sound waves. But, after the sound disappeared, the cage rattled. At that moment, the uncomfortable sound reverberated in his bones, shaking him to his core and making his teeth rattle.

Dyon's eyes lit up with rage. Were they really so intent on treating him like a caged animal? Good.

The second voice sneered. "Are you angry? Well, it's too bad that here, your feelings mean next to nothing. I'd love to see the look of despair on your face when you become Brother Dima's plaything."

A laughing voice got further and further away. "A mighty core disciple turned boytoy. I'd pay good money to see it."

Dyon memorized the voice. One of the first people he killed when he left here would definitely be him.

'Old Lizard, what happened when I was out?'

An ancient voice snorted in Dyon's mind. 'For a man to allow himself to be emasculated just for the sake of saving slaves. I can't believe someone so pitiful is my master.'

'I'm not in the mood for your jokes.' Dyon said coldly. Every fiber of his being was telling him to bust out of this cage right now and start a rampage, but he knew that he didn't know enough about the situation. He couldn't even be certain that he was in Soul Market right now.

In addition, because his soul was sealed, he had no way to see outside of the cage he was in. Other than black, he couldn't see a single thing. His only chance would be if his master woke up to check what was happening for him, but he had no idea when she'd wake up next.

Now that he had 13 souls living within his Mind's Eye, the drain on his soul was multiplied many times over. The only way to support them all was for each of them to enter a deep sleep and minimize the energy they used and needed. However, this was a double-edged sword.

'Dammit!' Dyon would have slammed his fists against the cage if he wasn't so sure that would only make him feel more uncomfortable. With each passing day, he hated the fact his cultivation was sealed more and more. If he had his divine sense, why would he need to be humiliated like this? He could have spied on The Cathedral from afar and found out what he needed to know easily instead of being filled with this ball of rage he couldn't vent.

If he had his soul, the moment Violet thought of crossing him like this, he would have killed her without qualms.

'As far as I can tell,' The Dragon King finally started, 'You're no longer on Planet Cathedral. Soul Market is located in the Cathedral Solar System's asteroid belt. I can't tell the number of asteroids is spread across on though. But, I am sure that it's at least 20 or so.'

'You can see outside of this box?' Dyon asked expectantly.

'Of course. Although my soul has weak talent, I'm still more capable than a handicap like you.'

Just as Dyon was about to ask more questions, two familiar voices sounded.

"See, big brother? I told you he was worth following no matter how stubborn he is." A little girl's voice spoke.

An adorable little boy's voice responded with a snort. "Let's see how he begs us for help first. Then maybe I'll forgive him for treating us like he did before."