Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

Dyon's aura was far weaker than it had been just a few moments ago, yet somehow, he felt more dangerous than he had ever been.

For the first time in his life, the normal looking young man felt a pang of inferiority. It was such a feeling that he didn't know how to deal with it. He had been hearing about Dyon almost all his life, yet he had never felt any sort of pressure.

To him, every genius was bound to be tread beneath his feet. They were all grand and lofty when they faced a situation they felt they could easily handle. But, when push came to shove, and they realized that their lives were truly on the line, without fail, each and every one of them would fold.

This went for the True Gods of the Epistemic Tower, the legendary Ancient Constitution wielders of old, and he had thought that Dyon would be no different.

What this young man didn't understand was that he wasn't necessarily wrong. Dyon was just like these other geniuses. It was just that… he had never come across a scenario he believed he couldn't conquer.

"I'm weak enough for you all now, right?"

Dyon somehow felt both weaker than he had in a long time and the most powerful.

Fundamental runes of bronze, silver and gold manifested around his body. But this time, they began to grow and multiply. These were no longer just the fundamental runes of the blue sun world, but also the runes of this mortal plane and more importantly… this battlefield!

Dyon slammed his scythe into the ground, sending tidal waves of earth in every direction. His gaze was a blood red. He wanted to destroy everything in sight.

Ancestor Golden Crow's enraged roar shook the battlefield. He wasn't able to hold back any longer.

With a single flap of his massive golden flame coated wings, he charged toward Dyon. However, the result was far beyond what the fear in his heart had tricked him into believing.

As grand as Dyon's display was, he soon found himself flying in the air in the complete opposite direction he had charged in. And, considering he had no qi cultivation, it was definitely not a controlled flight.

The key to Dyon's overwhelming battle prowess had always been the fusion of his qi and vital qi. When his energy and blood became one, it would supply a multiplicative strength to his body, allowing him to battle several realms and stages above his own cultivation level.

However, now, his qi was gone. And, though his body was about as strong as a Supreme's now, a one facet Overlord could defeat a Supreme with the wave of a hand, let alone a three facet Overlord. The difference was so extreme that it was a miracle Dyon hadn't been blasted into a rain of meat paste after a single strike.

What was even more maddening was that Dyon wasn't satisfied.

No, this had nothing to do with his strength. He didn't care that he was being treated like a ragdoll, nor did he care that their initial fear had dissipated into the wind after realizing he could hardly take on a single strike now.

Instead, what was truly shocking about Dyon's current state was the fact he wasn't satisfied with cutting himself off from his qi and wills. He wanted to be rid of everything.

Wasn't this Titan Diamond Body gifted by the Heavens? He didn't want it. His Eternity's Balance constitution? He didn't want it. His Silver Mirror constitution? He didn't want it either.

However, he didn't have the means to rip them from himself. He simply didn't know how to without ending his own life. So for now, he let them be. But the intent remained. There would come a day where he relied on himself and nothing more.

To try and back him into a corner by snatching the things it believed it had gifted him… Dyon had believed his was arrogant, but it seemed that the Heavens were even more so. To look down on him from on high and pass judgement as it pleased. Such a thing really pissed him off.

Dyon roared, meeting the Golden Crow Ancestor's attack with a sudden vigor.

Fundamental runes surged around his body, Reaper expanding several times over in the blink of an eye.

A shrill cry left the golden bird's beak.

Red-gold blood flickering with dancing flames fell from the skies as the bird Ancestor's third leg was cut off.

"Attacking alone?" Dyon sneered. "If you want a chance to live, you'd best attack together. Just one of you is no match for me no matter how weak I am. This land is mine. The sky is mine. Your life is mine.

"If you want to struggle against the will of a God, you think you can do it alone?"

Ancestor Golden Crow was stifled. In fact, in the very next moment, he sent Dyon flying once more, but the words kept reverberating in his mind.

'Dammit, it is you who is struggling against a God! The Heavens will pound you into the ground for your arrogance and I'll be here to witness it all! Die!'

Yet, these words remained in his mind. For some reason or another, he couldn't find the conviction to speak them out loud. He felt a weighing, tearing pain in his chest.

Blood flew from Dyon's lips. It felt as though every bone in his body was broken, and maybe that was the reality.

However, his gaze remained calculative, as though he was seeing through everything.

'Cut it all away. I want nothing to do with it!'

Dyon's fingers stabbed into his own right eye, tearing his eyeball away. A wave of backlash assaulted his body as the meridians were severed completely.

If he had the strength to destroy a Treasure of the 33 Heavens, he would have crushed this eye where it lied in his palm.

'All of it!'