Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

The only method Dyon could think of was increasing his mental energy. But, he had never heard of a method to do so. In fact, even with the [Dao of Array Alchemy] by his side, the only pill he had ever come across capable of replenishing mental energy was one personally created by his Master.

And obviously, that pill was only to replenish what mental energy already existed. Increasing it wasn't within its abilities.

The only way to raise one's mental energy was with time and diligent cultivation. Only by cultivating for millions and billions of years would one's mental energy reach astronomical levels.

This left Dyon at a loss. His talent had ironically handicapped him. His mental energy had rarely come into play on the mortal plane. It seemed like many things were different here.

'… If it's possible to replenish it, it's also possible to grow it. I don't believe that there's not a single method that exists.'

Dyon didn't want to waste so many years. Though it technically wouldn't be wasting them considering he would have to cultivate, it still didn't sit right with him.

'There's another way…'

Dyon sighed. Since it wasn't possible to refine his whole body at once, he would just focus on individual parts.

Dyon knew that perfecting his body all at once wasn't possible anyway. Even if he could refine his body all at once, the result would be limited to his current knowledge of array alchemy. Obviously, with his limited soul strength and knowledge, this wouldn't be the best result.

So, Dyon had planned from the beginning for his body to undergo several refinements, slowly pushing him toward his goal.

'Since I've confirmed that refining all at once isn't possible, what is the exact path I will take…'

While healing himself, Dyon had thought about this question to the point of madness. He had a general idea of what he wanted to do, but wasn't even certain if he had enough knowledge to just find the starting point, let alone begin the journey.

The more Dyon thought about it, the more confused he became. Was it really possible to refine his body such that it could support his inner world?

Dyon shook his head. 'Maybe this was the wrong approach to begin with… The only part of my body that truly seems disconnected from the Heavens is my Soul. I'm able to shatter my daos and burn me nascent soul without regard, while my body still ultimately relies on constitutions gifted to me by the Heavens…'

When Dyon's thoughts reached this point, he understood that it wasn't just his qi he needed to bring to independence, but his body as well. Maybe one day, he would ultimately have to do the same for his soul as well…

Still, he had made up his mind.

'Since that's the case, forget it. I'll shatter my Inner World and concentrate it into a small piece of land my soul is capable of sustaining on its own. Then, I'll rebuild its laws to my liking using my fundamental runes…'

Once Dyon decided on something, he wouldn't change it. He had no idea that ten years would flash before him after he made this decision, yet it was exactly what happened.

His vast Inner World shrunk from the size of tens of planets to a small one-meter diameter.

It was a pitiful sight, but Dyon's smiled brightly, sweat pouring down his face. No matter how small it was, Dyon had created his own independent world.

Well, whether it could truly be considered independent was another question. After all, he still had to use his body as an anchor, and his body existed under the purview of the Heavens, ultimately. But it was still a start.

Still, Dyon could have never expected what happened next. He was stunned to the point of silence.

"Took you long enough to fix that nonsense. I was stuck in the void with these two for the longest time. Do you know how dangerous it is, teleporting into a collapsing world? Who told you to throw The Seal away?"

Dyon's jaw all but dropped.

"Junior?"

After his shock settled down, Dyon suddenly stood abruptly in a rage, grabbing Junior's collar.

"What the hell are you doing here?!"

Just because Dyon was brooding every moment of every day, it didn't mean that his heart wasn't constantly in a state of turmoil. It was simply that his Dao Heart was incomparably firm, having reached the very pinnacle of the mortal plane.

However, seeing Junior here, he still flew into a rage.

A part of the reason he had been able to settle his heart was because he felt he could trust his clone. If everything went to crap, at the very least, Junior would be able to follow in his footsteps and grow powerful enough to keep Emytheus at bay.

Dyon knew the state he had left Emytheus' body in. Unlike him, Emytheus wasn't a body cultivator. The Olympus Clan was a clan of qi cultivators. After all, they were all angels. Him healing in just two months like Dyon did was absolutely impossible, especially considering it was he who technically lost their battle.

With this in mind, Dyon believed that using their connected memories, Junior would be able to improve enough in the time it took Emytheus to heal to threaten him. It was also next to impossible for Emytheus to improve any more without being sent to the Immortal Plane as well. Thinking to this point, Dyon was able to put his heart to rest.

Yet, the very Junior he had pinned his hopes on had actually appeared here on the Immortal Plane with him. To make matters worse, he had taken Saru and Lilith with him. Saru was the only of three body facet Overlords his Mortal Empire, so she was among the most powerful who could defend what his Sacharro Clan had built there.

Madeleine and Ri couldn't exit the Ancient Battlefield. In addition, his daughter, with her talent, likely wouldn't be able to appear there either soon unless she wanted to be sent to the Immortal Plane as well.