Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

The little girl hadn't let out even the slightest whimper throughout the entirety of the battle. She was trying her best in her own way.

A flash left Dyon's eyes as two of his wings pierced into the ground, stopping his descent backward.

He flipped upward, pushing himself into the air once more.

'Descend, Eternity's Balance.'

Dyon's pupils instantly turned an opaque white, like two murky white pearls.

The image of a beautiful haired woman appeared to his back, her eyes covered by a cloth as she held a golden balance in her hands.

Dyon hadn't realized it, but there was a reason the final stage of his Titan Diamond Body was known as the Fate Silk Realm… How long it would take him to notice that his Titan blood and his Eternity Pupils were a match made in Heaven… Well, only time would tell. Maybe… He had already figured it out.

The highest realm of weight Dyon could reach when his Titan Diamond Body reached perfection was 100 trillion jin.

This sounds like an obscenely large number. One so large that one couldn't wrap their minds around it. But the truth was that in the grand scheme of even the Mortal Plane, let alone the Immortal Plane, 100 trillion jin was a trivial number. Even a normal planet was billions of times heavier.

What was so important about this weight wasn't the weight itself, but rather how concentrated it was. Just what kind of effect would so much weight concentrated into a singular human body create? Just what would it mean?

The fabric of reality itself could be bent and molded, shifted to the will of large celestial bodies. Though it was incredibly minute, even a normal human could have a pull on this enigmatic fabric.

Now imagine for a moment that said human didn't way a normal 50 to 100 jin. What if they weighed a trillion times that? Would that person be able to bend the laws of reality around themselves? Would a single step shatter the laws of physics? Would the wave of a hand make the heavens tremble? Would one be able to turn their will into a tangible reality?

On the surface, Titan Diamond Body seemed like a muscle brained constitution, created only to amplify the bodily strength of its wielder, but was this truly the case?

In the past, Titans represented mankind's will to break from the constraints of the Heavens and rise above the beasts. In the present, Titan Diamond Body represented the spinning string of fate, allowing its wielder the potential to bend the Heavens themselves toward himself.

And what about the future then? Time and time again, the Ancient Battlefield was known as a land that connected the past to the present and the present to the future. Was it a coincidence that the Titan Diamond Body had it as its constitution world?

All of these seemingly mundane, benign things seemed to revolve around a single concept.

Bronze silk. Silver silk. Gold silk. Diamond silk. Crystalline silk. Fate silk.

Fate.

The world lost its color. What once was a complex mesh, interwoven with the push and pull of numerous wills became a cold world of black and white, one of calculation and set lines. In this world, the only thing that seemed to shine with its own light was the child in Dyon's arms, a small little girl holding onto his neck as tightly as her short arms would allow.

It was an odd balance. On one hand, Dyon saw the world as the Heavens did – a game of percentages it played with the lives of people. He saw lives as figures, a collection of numbers that dictated who they would be, what they would become.

But on the other, he saw the world as humans did. A shining light, a beacon of hope. The potential unknown stood as a possibility, even in ignorance, for the chance to grasp something great. No matter how small that chance was, did it matter? They couldn't see the number anyway…

The thin silky lines of fate wrapped Dyon and Little Precious.

A small gasp escaped from Dyon's lips as he suddenly felt his wings separate from his back.

A massive halo of emitted outward as his wings hovered a quarter of a meter behind him.

Suddenly, Dyon felt free. He could still control his wings liberally – no, he could control them even better than he had before – but the feeling was fundamentally different.

Dyon was only human. The space on his back was limited. One pair of wings was fine, but as time passed and his soul continued to progress, he found that his additional pairs of wings began to interfere with each other. Because his body was that of a human and not of a real angel, he wasn't equipped to cope.

Just now, he had only fleetingly had this thought once more, of how much better it would be if he could use his wings without them interfering with him so much… And suddenly, happened… He had grasped his own Fate… albeit on a minor scale… He had truly taken control.

"[Cleanse]."

The moment the words left Dyon's lips, a pulse light of white gold ejected from his body.

[Cleanse]. It was the first and simplest Blessing and the only one Dyon's clone had been able to learn even with two years of effort. In fact, Dyon had only just now grasped it. Its purpose was simply to expel all foreign energies. Dyon believed if he used holy type qi to fuel this magic, the effects would be beyond his imagining. But, he could have never guessed what would happen next. Not only did it work… It worked too well.

The restrictions placed on the hidden world weren't just lifted around Dyon, they were lifted within the entire world. When Dyon realized his mistake, it was too late. The 50 machine-like dao experts immediately felt their qi swell back within them, their strengths soared in an instant.

Dyon would have never expected such a thing to happen. The restrictions of this world were placed by Heaven's Children. How could a new magic he had only just learned have such a profound affect on it?

In an instant, the skies were no longer Dyon's own. 50 surging black figures, each of whom destroy Dyon with a single finger, came in from sides, radiating outward with more strength than a celestial could fathom.

Dyon watched this with a gaze far calmer than he should have had. He had already decided. With the seals gone, he could easily send Little Precious into his inner world now and send her off to Soul Universe. Even if he died here, once Junior reached the Celestial Realm with his soul, he would gain all of his main body's memories. He believed that Junior could uphold his Legacy for him and succeed where he failed.

Dyon rubbed the little girl's soft hair, soothing her for one last time. He still didn't know whether she was an illusion conjured up by Aslan or if she was real, but he knew that in the moment, he was happy to be the reason she could live.

Maybe if he had been in the proper state of mind, and not so masochistically sacrificial of himself, he would have realized that Little Precious hadn't disappeared when he cast [Cleanse].

It was just when Dyon was enjoying his final moment with Little Precious that the world suddenly shook.

In that moment, a beauty with a fluttering white gown and a transparent headdress that looked like the veil of a bride peeled back to reveal her exquisite features appeared. Rage that could pierce through the Heavens coated her flawless face.

"YOU DARE HAVE DESIGNS ON MY DAUGHTER?!"

Dyon stood in the skies as though he had been frozen in time.

"ALAUNA, MOMMY'S HERE!"

It was then that two gazes met across void.

'D… daughter…? Luna…?!'

Dyon finally realized that the little girl in his arms was more Precious than he could have ever imagined. He couldn't even register the tears that fell uncontrollably from his eyes.

Dyon eyes teared as he looked toward Luna.

The untouchable beauty floating in the sky, the one with rage that could shake his heavens, Luna… His Luna.

Luna's final moments replayed in his mind. Deeply remorseful, she took her own life, falling into the valley of a dao grade wind abyssal core.