Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

Oshire had weaknesses. Dyon knew it. Even with Faith, his battle sense and reaction time were still that of a celestial. On top of this, even when powered by Faith, his energy was still celestial qi, meaning Dyon's undead body would continue to work as it would not be suppressed by enigmatic qi.

He would find a way to win. Dyon's primordial yang began to rotate violently. Hidden within, 30 seals remained untouched. However, before he could on execute his hidden thoughts, a violent pillar of golden light erupted as Oshire roared into the skies.

Suddenly, everything changed. Dyon didn't know how… But two of Oshire's three weaknesses vanished in an instant.

Oshire shot into the hair, his body radiating golden light. If Dyon's True Domain wasn't so sturdy, he felt it would have completely shattered. In fact, had they still been on Planet Ragnor, maybe the entire solar system would no longer exist.

His eyes no longer had pupils. Instead, they were replaced by orbs of gold, making it seem as though he had poured the molten metal over his eye sockets.

At the same time, a radiating aura shot from his body, more oppressive than Dyon's own golden wings and halo.

'Dyon, you need to be careful!' Little Yang's voice reverberated in Dyon's ears. This entire time, he had been agitated beyond belief. Before, it hadn't mattered that his little sister had awakened her battle bloodline while he hadn't because Dyon only seemed to need Little Yin. But now, they were suddenly thrust in a situation where she alone was useless.

'Faith of different grades have different abilities, each greater than the last. After entering the Moon Grade, descendants of Clans and Sects gain the ability [Incarnate]. Depending on how deep their lineage and how direct their bloodlines are to their ancestors, they can become the vessel for the will of these very Ancestors.

'Those with the closest ties can even incarnate the founder of their Sect or Clan!'

Dyon's jaw set at these words. Suddenly, he understood why he felt that Oshire had completely changed.

Before, his two massive weaknesses were that his battle sense and reaction times were that of a celestial. As a result, it was still possible for Dyon to take advantage of him, just like he had just now. But now… Everything was different.

Oshire's body had been completely taken over by the will of one of his ancestors. The only advantage Dyon still maintained was that the ancestor was limited by Oshire's body and could thus only use celestial qi. But, this hardly mattered…

At best, Dyon was facing the experience of a peak dao expert. At worst… He was facing a Higher Existence.

The Ancestor looked around as though he was curious. He didn't seem to be in a hurry to move. Dyon's True Domain was the most unique he had ever seen, it really did look like a world unto itself.

Finally, his gaze landed on Dyon.

In that moment, it felt as though the weight of all of existence had crashed down upon him. The depth of his eyes, the strength of his will… even standing with his hands clasped behind his back, Dyon couldn't see any holes to exploit.

Dyon's fear of so long ago had suddenly come to bear fruit. What would happen if his divine sense could no longer make up for his lack of battle experience and prowess? How would he fight The Entity?

Dyon realized he had been too arrogant. The Entity wasn't the only existence that could supersede his Divine Sense… Not by a long shot.

PUU

The sound was so abrupt and sudden that Dyon froze.

He grasped at his throat, unable to breathe… unable to believe that a bloody hole had suddenly appeared where there was none before.

The Ancestor hadn't even moved. The only change was the clear disdain on his face.

It was only after several moments Dyon realized what happened. That attack… It hadn't come from the outside, it had come from within him.

Shock took hold of his body, a cold shiver slicing up his spine.

Controlling qi outside of one's body was an ability celestials gained, but it was well known that it was impossible to control qi within another's sphere of influence, this was especially so when concerning the inside of another cultivator's body.

However… The disparity between Dyon and this Ancestor was so large that even the qi within himself was no longer his own to control.

"…Ha…" A raspy laugh left Dyon's lips, blood continuously leaking from his hands as he tried to stop the flow from his throat.

Whatever cheering there had been just moments ago came to an abrupt end. The sight of Dyon's resolute gaze finally faltering hit those of the Mortal Alliance in ways they couldn't have imagined.

Watching Dyon's will die was like watching a family member pass away, it was a tragedy that tore at their hearts and ripped their souls apart.

For weeks he had fought with a back as straight as a javelin. Never had he thought of running, never had he taken a single step back, never had he weakened in his resolve…

But everyone had their limits.

Dyon's skull suddenly exploded. The wound before had only torn the bone away, revealing his brain matter. But this time, there was a sudden qi explosion within his mind.

The entire right side of his face shattered. His jaw slackened, his eyeball shattered, and gooey mess of grey, white and red streamed down what remained of his head.

Then, his chest exploded. A cavity of incinerated organs and chipped bone was revealed. It was as though Dyon was a corpse ravaged by wild beasts. Chunks of his flesh flew, raining down below his feet without a care that he needed them to survive.

Oshire's resonating laughter sounded. It was impossible to tell where it was coming from, but did it matter?

"Accept it! Accept it! Accept it!"