Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

He could use his divine sense as a proxy, ridding [Devour] of its worst weakness… Unless you were capable of shattering Dyon's divine sense with your Presence or a divine sense of your own… You were as good as dead.

Suddenly, the power of the Sovereign Flame and the reason so many lusted after it was becoming more and more clear. With Dyon's Presence perfectly fused into his Divine Sense… How many could shatter it? Did such a person even exist? The best they could do was shroud and protect themselves.

Even with all of this said, the second major change was still the most shocking of all.

Whether it was soul qi, conventional qi, devil qi, type qi, even the vital qi of the body, Dyon could devour it all. There was no longer a limiter on the kind of qi Dyon could devour!

… Even if what Dyon wanted to devour was Mental Energy.

Suddenly, a completely new door opened.

Was this the potential soul path techniques had? If Dyon reached the One with Self realm, would they be able to cross over and influence other paths as well?

If there was a God overseeing Dyon's growth, his frustration would be beyond imagining. Every time this God seemed close to stamping down Dyon's arrogance, a massive uprising would occur.

For Dyon's arrogance to give birth to such a devastating technique… Wasn't it simply feeding into the wrong path? If Dyon was rewarded for his persistent egotism with results of this caliber, what was the point of it all? It was as though the Heavens themselves were against Dyon ever laying his arrogance down, as though his arrogance was a part of the very fabric of reality itself.

Within the Ancient Battlefield, Dyon sensed this change in his main body. Or, rather, he felt the change in himself. After all, they were one in the same.

Despite the constant victories he experienced on the battlefield, Dyon had been growing more and more frustrated by the day. All of the things his main body felt, he too felt.

'Is changing even the right path to take.' Dyon looked up into the red skies of the Ancient Battlefield.

His hand stretched out, touching the trunk of a tree to his side.

Suddenly, an ancient tree that had likely stood for several ten thousand years began to wilt. It collapsed from its several dozen meter height, blackening under Dyon's touch.

'This technique… is almost too power. Is Orcus' technique even useful to me anymore? And just when I had reached 500 000 000 jin too…'

Dyon's veins pumped with vitality. He could feel the years the tree had lived sinking into his body. In an instant, he gained over 10 000 jin of weight. It was hard to doubt a path that provided such results.

Dyon sighed, a bittersweet feeling leaving an awful taste in his mouth.

As his main body raged within Calming Lake, there was a part of himself standing in a dense forested world, painted with red, wondering just what the path forward was.

On one side, there was the arrogance he had known all his life, a side that had never failed him and still giving him results he couldn't deny. Then there was the other side. A side of an idealized man Dyon believed he had to be.

What Dyon didn't know that the former represented a man who had never lost. As for the second side, it was the result of a man who was forced to hide with his tail between his legs for several hundred years as he bided his time.

However, the former had yet to accomplish much of anything. As for the latter? He became the Emperor that united the whole of the Mortal Plane.

Dyon was lost.

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As time continued to tick by, not only did Dyon continue his spree, his own strength seemed to continue growing without pause, and it was without a doubt due to [Devour].

The idea of Dyon being capable of quelling and devouring all forms of energy by using his soul as a proxy was one that should scare anyone on the mortal plane. One had to remember that a common grade technique mastered to the One with Self realm was a rival for earth and heaven grade techniques, so just what did it mean for a divine grade technique?

Though Dyon could use [Devour] offensively, he had no absolute need to do so. To him, even if it could only be used as an auxiliary ability, the results were astounding.

That was right… Dyon could now use his soul talent to influence his energy cultivation speed.

Of course, this didn't mean that his qi cultivation speed had suddenly become equally as fast as his soul cultivation speed. However, it had increased to the point where Dyon was certain that no one without the Energy Core could stand side by side with him in this regard, even if that person was Madeleine – at least the current Madeleine who had yet to completely master her constitution, anyway.

As his armies crossed over to and conquered Regions, Dyon sat upon the male wyvern's back like a motionless statue. If one looked closely, it seemed as though the red tinted aura of the Ancient Battlefield was constantly surging toward him.

The reality was that that was exactly what was happening.

When one normally cultivated, you would have to enter a serene state. Then, using your comprehension, you would sense the qi around you. This qi would then have to be filtered from the others – namely, if one was a Saint, you would have to ensure that you only absorbed saint energy.

Following this, one would accept the qi into your body. Depending on the grade of your meridians, some individuals could absorb larger amounts with a single breath, while others would have to take care to go slower so as not to rupture their meridians.

These steps didn't mention matters like clearing meridians pathways or widening them to reach the next meridian.

However, Dyon was doing none of that. His soul became an overbearing thief, hounding the qi in the atmosphere and forcibly absorbing it into his body.