Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

'The ruins of the Battle God title isn't a place that I've had the pleasure of visiting. However, as someone who's earned the Battle Prince title, I was able to gain some insight from the ruins that gave me my title…

'According the fragmented information I received, the very first Battle God was undefeatable. From his birth, to his death, he never lost a single battle.'

The spirits sucked in a breath. To never lose in your entire life, just what kind of feat was that? Even Dyon couldn't boast such a thing because he could remember his own losses very clearly.

Did he not lose to Darius Storm when he first entered Focus Academy? Did he not lose to the Big Sects when he was forced to run away to the Elvin Kingdom? Did he not lose to Alidor when they first met? Didn't he lose his last battle in his third trial when he was forced to give up in the face of a man with Emperor level Presence?

Dyon had lost many times in his life, yet this Battle God had never lost once. No matter what the odds were, no matter the strength of his enemies, no matter how many enemies he faced, without regard for the situation, this legendary man never lost from the moment he stepped foot into the world until the day he left.

'Not only did this man have an undefeatable dao heart, birthed on the corpses of his countless enemies, but he was gifted with an Ancient Constitution that could only be described as heaven defying.'

Esmeralda's eyes contracted. 'Ancient Constitution? Are you trying to say that Dyon has unlocked one?'

The Battle Prince shook his head. 'This can't be considered the true Ancient Constitution. Instead, the heavens are responding to Dyon's willingness to give up his life in exchange for his answer. With every heaven defying feat he accomplishes, he pays an equivalent amount of life force. If I'm correct, he's already given up about six thousand years of his life… According to the normal life span of someone with a celestial body, he should only have four thousand years remaining.'

Dyon's master trembled as her worst fears were realized. But why was it that Dyon hadn't shown any visible signs of aging? What was going on?

Bors and Percival clenched their fists in the skies before they looked at one another. "Together!"

The two of them spoke in unison, each drawing their two-handed swords.

Their auras sky-rocketed as the Valore Princesses linked hands, pouring their energies into an array that fed their two Kings power.

There was no doubt that this combination of warriors was fiercer than any Dyon had faced in the Grand Templar Sect.

Although Percival had just broken into the 6th celestial stage, Bors was his match, being his elder. The two of them together were the most talented members birthed in the Grand Templar Sect for countless millennia, and it showed.

Stacking this atop the Valore Princesses' array and their auras were only a sliver away from the high celestial realm!

One might believe that 100 celestials beasts was a tougher task, but not only had Dyon used a trick to deal with them, earth grade beasts were only comparable to 4th and 3rd grade celestials, while these two Kings were both of the second grade! The difference was like that of heaven and earth!

Dyon's clones disappeared as the two celestials approached. In a battle of such proportion, they were useless. However, Dyon seemed lulled into a deep sleep. His eyes were devoid of emotion, in fact, they were even close to being shut. His body was loose, almost as though he was on a stroll. Yet, his momentum was still climbing as the two approached.

At that moment, Dyon's life fell by another more than thousand years as a dense black fog permeated the air around him.

A dreadful aura even more potent that the torment judgement filled the Mystical World, clenching at the hearts of all those spectating. It was an inescapable feeling… It was the feeling of inevitability…

A dao array of pure, pitch black appeared in the skies, spanning 100 meters.

Dyon's body grew almost an entire foot taller, but his valiant War God armor changed to fit him to perfection. His short brownish red hair lost its hints of gold, turning into a dark and eerie white that elongated until it fluttered in the wind like a cape.

"Demon Emperor's Will… Act Two… Stage Three!"

Another thousand years of life was sapped away from Dyon in an instant as his body grew to yet another size. His chest broadened, his arms thickened, and his skin reddened while veins of gold pulsed throughout his body.

In that moment, his body's prowess multiple by sixty-four times, making his heartbeat so powerful that even the impenetrable War God armor pulsated with excitement.

Caught between the paling characteristic of death intent and the reddening characteristic of demonic will, Dyon's features reached the pinnacle of perfection, as though he was a Victorian time vampire just having finished feasting on the blood of a virgin maiden.

What did it take for a lower celestial to match the fighting prowess of a peak middle celestial, even when those celestials were of the second grade? It took everything Dyon had!

BOOM!

Three swords collided as a fierce battle ensued in the skies.

A magnificent eye appeared behind Dyon, siphoning away more and more of his lifespan as it became increasingly refined and perfect.

His dull eyes, shining with a slight golden sheen, suddenly changed, swirling with red, violet and deep blue stars. Their depths deepened to inconceivable levels, allowing Dyon to see through even these cultivators who were so far above him in battle prowess.

The Mathilde family technique had once more appeared in the world, Asura's Eye!

The flaws in the two Kings techniques became as clear as day to Dyon. The dao arrays behind him constantly appeared and disappeared, flawlessly shifting between one another as he attacked with wind, then space, then his flames, all before wind again.

It was clear that Dyon didn't know any high-level attacking techniques, but with each swing of his sword, he seemed to learn a new one to the One with Self realm.

He switched between them, applying pressure onto the two celestials, even pushing them back! He, a mere peak essence gatherer, applied so much pressure on the two Kings that even they could only fight evenly with him.

Without knowing any higher-level techniques, Dyon's subconscious mind could only use the techniques that his master projected into his mind before, restricting him entirely to common grade techniques. Yet, his battle prowess was so overwhelming that it made those below tremble in shock.

"When did the middle celestial become so cheap…" The spectators didn't know how to feel. There might sound like only one difference between the lower and middle celestial realms, but the difference wasn't a single cultivation level, but rather, five of them! Dyon's body was only comparable to a lower celestial of the 1st stage, while his two opponents were both of the 6th!

However, despite his body only being of the fourth grade, he had too many abilities to make up for it. His techniques instantly reached the One with Self realm, his battle sense had reached a point where he didn't even have to think, his divine sense was the equivalent of the peak celestial, making their movements even slower in his eyes, and, most importantly, his wills were so overwhelming that they bridged the gap as though it was as easy as breathing!

The name Dyon Sacharro was already well known in the cosmos, but after today? He would become a legend!