Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

Dyon realized that unlike the mortal realms, there were different grades for the same level energy in the Immortal realms. This grade was dictated by purity of the energy.

The cultivation Realms, Lower to Peak Immortal Essence, were one division of strength. But, if he had comprehended the runes correctly, there was another division as well. A first level purity up to a ninth level purity...

At least this was what Dyon had extrapolated. This world had an infinitesimally small amount of the ninth level of Immortal Essence...

But even if it didn't, Dyon knew his body was still too weak to take it on right now. He had to advance into the body facet first!

'I was a bit too naïve. My body most definitely doesn't need this entire star. If I tried to take it in, I would just die.

'However, that's actually a good thing. This means I can take pieces from both stars without them collapsing on me. Though, the instability will definitely destroy this underground space beyond recognition...'

Dyon didn't hesitate any longer.

With a roar, he slapped his palms together, sending a shock wave through the underground world.

He knew he didn't have much time to waste. Eventually, the eruption event of Mount Volaire would end. He had already spent over a year in this place. It would be a shame if he had to risk his life traveling through all that lava. Though it wouldn't exactly be impossible for him to get out, it would definitely be a hassle.

Dyon's vajra body appeared to his back, its aura so oppressive that even the blue and red star retracted though their presences as though afraid. If they acted so docilely, this would be easier than Dyon thought.

'The first step is to infuse every cell of my body with energy...'

Dyon realized he had been too ambitious in the past. Wanting to reconstruct and mutate every cell to some perfect idealized version was beyond him. He didn't have the mental energy to succeed, it was a foolish endeavor.

However, Junior's actions were like a saving grace to him. Since his body had now been reconstructed already, there was no need for him to take this step to break away from the heavens because he already had!

Instead, now all he had to focus on was building the energy of his body, allowing it to grow powerful enough to tap into the stronger fundamental runes of his constitutions, powerful runes he couldn't use yet due to his limited strength.

As God Constitutions, Dyon didn't believe that his current level was the limit. It was just that he hadn't unleashed their full potential yet. And, there was no better way to do that than to empower his body to do so.

Usually, such a thing would be impossible. Any layman who tried to replicate Dyon's feat would just end up trying to swallow the energy with their meridians and blood vessels and end up destroying themselves.

What Dyon was doing was a level far beyond this. He was targeting his individual cells, raising each one of their limits by an impossibly small increment.

When just one cell was targeted, the result was impossible to detect. But, what if this process was repeated with each and every cell? If it was raised by the hundreds of trillions of cells in the mortal body? What about the thousands of times that a body like Dyon's had...?

Dyon's vajra body raised its palms in prayer before a mighty strength burst from it. The two stars were seized by this energy like roosters being held by their necks. They groaned pathetically, but their qi was snatched away from them without regard regardless.

Two wisps of cold blue and hot red energy no thicker than a tenth of a centimeter were pulled in by the manifestation and palmed with violent force into Dyon's body.

A spray of blood left Dyon's lips, but his jaw remained set, his mind clear and his heart resolute.

There was one thing about his body that Dyon only noticed after the fact… He had ignored his Sovereign Flame throughout the entire reconstruction process, but it had not forgotten about him. In fact, his Sovereign Flame had somehow ingrained itself even deeper into his body.

Before, it had fused with body, qi and soul. But, compared to now, it had only done so artificially.

Dyon's current Sovereign Flame wrapped around every cell of his body. If he didn't show restraint, even his simplest actions would bear imposing Presence, crushing weaker Immortal Essence experts with a single glance.

Another spray of blood left Dyon's lips. However, the energies within his body could only be directly subdued.

If it wasn't obvious before, Dyon was certain now that the Sovereign Flame was not a mortal grade treasure. It was impossible for it to be.

He had expected this refinement process to take decades, but with its suppressive effects, the energies that entered his body were directly subdued, leaving the damage they left too limited to impact him. When it was paired with the Crown of Dyon's vajra body, the speed of refinement increased by more than a hundredfold.

The years ticked by. One year… Two years… And on the third year…

BOOM!

Dyon's body lit with a golden flame that licked across his skin uncontrollably.

For the very first time, it seemed that the Sovereign Flame had evolved. Ever since Dyon snatched it from the Golden Flame Mystical World, it hadn't shown any movement of its own… Until now.

For a moment, Dyon's hair became a sea of gold that spread for hundreds of meters. His brows, his eyes, even his skin shimmered in the color.

He roared into the skies, the land beneath him collapsing into a crater that stretched for kilometers.

His body had finally stepped into the Overlord Realm.

Dyon took a deep breath, slowly descending from the air.

Not only did he feel more powerful than he ever had before, but he also realized that when his vajra body appeared, he had no problem flying through the air. Like this, an ability that was exclusive to Immortal Law experts had suddenly become his own. Or, more accurately, it had always been. He just hadn't been aware until now.

'I've been neglecting the sovereign flame a bit too much…'