Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

But, it was ironically this very thing that lowered Dyon's inhibitions all the more. He had always been worried that he was subconsciously lusting after these two, confusing what was a disgusting primal want with the love they desired. However, with it now gone, why exactly did he still feel this way?

Seeing their haggard appearances, Dyon's heart twitched painfully. Both wore what amounted to nothing more than rags. Torn fabrics formed short mid-thigh length skirts and strapless bras on them, their delicate skin covered in dirt, cuts and bruises.

A single long sword with a thin 7-foot-long blade was strapped across Lilith's back. Her white hair was seemingly the only part of her that managed to remain unscathed. As for Saru, brass knuckles wrapped around her small hands.

She was much shorter than Lilith, but her body brimmed with power. The faint outline of a strong core became more pronounced every time she drew a heavy breath. Though she wasn't as chiseled as Dyon and managed to maintain a mouthwatering feminine aesthetic, the power of her body was obvious.

Dyon felt like kicking himself. Just because he found the Ancient Battlefield to be no big deal, that didn't mean it was the case for the two of them. Who knew how much they had struggled in the last 50 years?

It might be fine if the overlord of this region didn't appear for a year or two, maybe even ten years. But, what if they didn't appear for half a century? Wouldn't the beasts of other overlapping regions grow restless?

Though Dyon's vajra body had been a deterrence, it hadn't been manifested the whole time. Dyon took a deep breath, restraining his wandering eyes from greedily taking in the details of their exposed skin. "Dyon! You succeeded?" Neither Saru and Lilith seemed to mind Dyon's gaze though he, himself was embarrassed.

Though, if it was someone else, they likely would have drawn their weapons by now. They didn't wear these clothes out of choice, but rather necessity. They hadn't been able to bring anything with them on this trip.

Lilith's sword was actually crudely forged of a few tree branches while Saru's 'brass' knuckles were just a few tough rocks bound by string. Dyon took a deep breath. "Come in and wait for me for a moment. I'm going to re-build my Inner World's foundation, then we can talk." ...

Dyon didn't spend very long reconstructing his Inner World, it was much less complicated than manipulating so many constitutions at once. Dyon's Inner World quickly expanded to ten meters. After Dyon's comprehension of fundamental runes increased explosively thanks to Junior's timely advice, he had the ability to build a world even larger than this, several hundred meters in diameter, in fact.

The reason he did not was because he wanted to focus on quality and not quantity. In addition, he didn't want Saru and Lilith waiting for too long on their own any longer. Though they could withstand the suppression, that didn't mean it was comfortable to do so.

Dyon felt more assured if he stayed by their sides. Soon, Dyon's cracked and dry lands became lush and green once more. In addition, with the connection to the Heavens, Dyon's vajra body and primordial yang no longer floated within his Inner World.

Instead, they had relocated to his Mind's Eye. His nascent soul sat silently meditating with a crystalline chain wrapped across its body. Behind it, the large, looming form of his vajra body stood to its back, a sea of gold beneath the both of them.

Once he finished, Dyon began to greedily absorb the dense dao grade energies that swarmed him. He didn't cultivate. Rather, he poured them into his Inner World directly.

In this way, he could segregate the qi from the Heavens and fuse them as part of his own world. Like this, his qi could become separate from the Heavens entirely. After comprehending the fundamental runes of the mortal plane perfectly, something like breaking down the creation and formation of dao grade energies was as easy as breathing for Dyon.

Making these energies his own was a simple matter. Just half a day later, Dyon expelled a deep breath, waking up to a body brimming with power. Not only had his stock pile of bold type, light type, and holy type energy reached astronomic levels.

But now, he could completely deconstruct their fundamental runes. This meant that doing something like converting conventional qi into their forms was no longer a problem. Simply put, Dyon no longer needed to return to the Ancient Battlefield to gain these special qis as he had had to do in the past.

As long as he had enough conventional qi and enough time, he could do it himself. [Author's Note: Remember bold type: heavy qi, light type: light qi, good for speed and agility. There are other types as well, they just aren't in this current cave Dyon is in. Once Dyon gets his hands on them once again, he'll be able to break them down and reconstruct them as well] Dyon finally turned his attention to Saru and Lilith who were both patiently waiting for him. "… Before anything." Dyon's soul quickly got to work.

Based on his memories of Saru and Lilith's preferred styles, he constructed several hundred sets of clothes for them. Of course, many of these clothes were just exact copies of things they had worn before, so it didn't take too much creativity on his part. After he did this, he sealed off a portion of the cave and built a hot spring for them.

Considering how dangerous the waters of the Ancient Battlefield were, it wasn't a surprise the two hadn't had a good bath in a long while. Considering they had qi, it wasn't strictly necessary, and they still had a light fragrance to them. But, there were some things that were better done the old fashioned way.

Seeing how emotional the two got just by these two simple actions that took no effort on his part, Dyon's guilt deepened. He allowed them all the time they needed to groom themselves. Since they had waited so patiently for him, how could he not do the same for them? "… Um, Dyon?"