Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

Clara snapped awake from her own fierce, standing up only to realize she had been in Amphorae's arms.

"Dyon! Are you okay?" Clara's head shot toward Dyon, but she was suddenly held back by Amphorae.

"What's wrong?" She looked around in confusion. It was only then she remembered what happened.

Dyon's body had just be reconstructed, he tried to test out his new form and simply flexed his forearms. In the next instant, what sounded like a tidal wave rushed Clara's ears, but she only registered the sounds after she was sent flying backward.

The impact was so severe that had it not been for the fact Clara had a spirit body, sharing some characteristics with the sprites, she would have died instantly.

Dyon smiled bitterly. "It's best you don't come near me for now."

Clara nodded slowly. She could see the guilt ridden in Dyon's eyes, but she knew there was nothing simple she could say to fix. Instead…

Clara walked forward, ignoring Dyon's words and lightly slapping his defined jawline with her soft hands.

"You're going to be an Emperor soon, get a hold of yourself. I didn't choose a pansy for a husband, did I?"

Dyon smile slanted, maybe only Clara would choose this approach.

"The strength you exuded in that moment was beyond the dao realm boundary. I rushed here even before that because I sensed it…" Amphorae said gently. "… Wait a moment, I will go and get father."

Dyon's gaze followed Amphorae out, still unwilling to move. But, at the very least, he had retracted some of the guilt in his eyes. Clara was right, this was the worst time for him to be acting like this.

It wasn't long before Amphorae had dragged her unhappy father over.

Dyon acknowledged the Demon Sage's expertise in this area despite their differences. He had an innate understanding of the human body, or else he wouldn't have been named the greatest body cultivator to ever exist despite the legend of the Titans.

His title wasn't about strength, obviously. One only needs to look toward Zabia and the Ipsum twins, not to mention Amphorae acclimating herself to the Martial Saint Pill so quickly, to understand the Demon Sage's innate abilities.

But who would have known that the first thing the old man would say would be…

"FUUUUUUUUUUCK!"

Dyon nearly forgot everything and snapped. This damned old man, would he not be satisfied until he pissed him off to death? His daughter was in this room, could he not watch his mouth?

"Father, your words." Amphorae frowned, protecting Little Alauna's ears.

The spirit form of the Demon Sage swayed in anger for a few more moments before he finally calmed himself.

"The Heavens created this boy to piss me off to my deathbed. I spent countless years of my life attempting to perfectly fuse energy and vital qi, and eventually succeeded, only for this bastard to be born with it innately? What did I do to deserve this?!?!"

Luna, who was greatly dissatisfied with the Demon Sage's behavior, directly caged him in a sphere of energy, not allowing Little Alauna to hear anymore.

"Dyon, yours, Clara's, and Little Alauna's meridians aren't normal. You have what appears to be the normal system of 109, or 118 in your case, meridians, but the meridian pathways are perfectly fused with your blood vessels. In a sense, your blood can freely flow through your meridians, while your qi can freely flow through your blood vessels.

"When you tried to test out your body, you instinctually aroused your blood. The reason why Clara didn't have as big of a reaction as you is because Clara has never body cultivated before, whereas your blood was perfectly tempered to the peak of the silver silk stage.

"Your strength isn't as simple as the additive result of your qi and body strength, I believe there's an exponential increase when the two are fused.

"I was alive during the Demon Sage's glory years, he was feared by even the Nephilim in those times, it was to the point where the Sapientia schemed for his death using his entry into the Timeless Library to wipe his Empire out.

"However, the Demon Sage only artificially emulated what you and your race of people are born with innately… Simply put, your strength is incomparable to what it was before…"

What Luna didn't continue to say was that she felt that this wasn't the end of these matters, it was only the tip of the iceberg… She was certain that the additional blood vessels, meridians, and folds of Dyon's brain played a significant role in his race's hidden abilities… She just didn't know what it was just yet…

...

"That's great but…" Dyon smiled bitterly. "… How do I move without destroying everything around me."

Dyon wasn't too surprised by Amphorae's take that his strength had entered the dao realm. The truth was that he had purposely stalled his body cultivation at the peak of the silver silk stage when he could have entered the gold silk stage all so that he could bring things in and out of the Ancient Battlefield.

However, Dyon had always been aware that the silver silk stage's peak represented the peak most strength a pseudo-dao expert could wield, while the gold silk realm would represent the dao realm.

Simply put, whether it was by the mutation in his meridians or not, Dyon would have had the strength of a dao expert regardless by the end of this coming eight to nine month period thanks to him being able to rely on Luna to bring materials in and out of his constitution's world.

The real question, aside from, of course, how Dyon would control this newfound strength, was just how far into the dao realm he had stepped. Because, clearly, this didn't seem to be a matter of a single step or two.

Luna frowned at this question. The truth was that she didn't know, only the foul mouthed Sargeras would have an answer. But, could they trust him to watch his mouth?

Seeing the signal in Dyon's eyes, Luna turned to pick Alauna up from Amphorae.

"No! I don't want to leave." Alauna pouted. Though she was scared, she didn't want to leave Dyon behind.