Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

Dyon had almost forgotten to now that his overwhelming battle prowess wasn't just due to his fusion of qi and body. But, the fusion of his Presence into his every action also played a large role. This was the main reason why despite his daughter's fusion abilities being just as great as his own, her battle prowess was still several levels beneath his own despite already being a Supreme.

'I guess it's time to also become an Overlord in qi… With this kind of power, it doesn't matter if I stay here past the eruption stage…'

Without much more fanfare, Dyon sat down and began to meditate on the separations of qi purity.

Dyon had made great progress in comprehending Immortal Essence. In fact, he had 'technically' already become an Overlord of the qi facet. It's just that he wasn't satisfied due to the fact he had only grasped it to its first level of purity.

As stated previously, what separates Immortals isn't their meridians like the mortal plane. This is because Immortals had dantians, allowing the possibility of bridging this gap through various means. The size of a dantian dwarfs that of meridians so greatly that the advantage of one or two meridians become negligible.

Instead, what separated Immortals is the purity of their qi.

Immortal qi is much more fickle than mortal qi. One might notice that the names of Immortal level qi perfectly mirrored that of mortal qi, and there was a reason for this. Immortal qi was precisely the very same mortal qi that Dyon had come to master, the difference was in their purity.

Purity had always been an important part of cultivation. In the foundation stage, one purged their bodies of mortal impurity. In the meridian formation stage, one cleansed their meridians of these impurities. In every subsequent stage, it was impurity that barred many from filling more meridians.

On the Immortal Plane, this concept became even more important. Qi was considered the energy of the Heavens, the purer and less bogged down by mortality qi was, the closer to the Heavens' ideal image of qi you could wield, and thus, the more powerful you were.

Just the first level purity of Immortal Essence was so much more powerful than normal essence qi that a number couldn't be fathomed. A single speck of the weakest Immortal Essence, not even the width of a single atom, could destroy a Supreme in body and soul.

Dyon exhaled a month later. '… Second Level Immortal Essence…'

Half a year later, his aura grew once more. '… Third Level Immortal Essence…'

However, this was where he stopped. It was no longer an effective use of his time to stay here.

The qi in this world was too sparse. Dyon could vaguely feel some Ninth Level Immortal Essence floating around, but it was a single part in a trillion trillion. Even setting that aside, just the Fourth Level would take him almost ten years to properly sense and comprehend. It just wasn't worth it.

If he went to another, stronger world, they would be in greater quantity and quality. So, doing so was a far better use of his time.

'Is that Old Lizard here yet?' Dyon sent his thoughts toward the Dragon King.

'He has been for a year already… Waiting for you to come out.'

Dyon grinned. 'It's about damn time. Only made me wait almost 70 years.'

'What are you planning on doing to my main body, anyway?' The Dragon King asked.

He didn't seem to care exactly what happened, he was only curious. Dyon wasn't very surprised by this. The two halves of the Dragon King's soul had been separated for countless millions of years, it was no wonder they had diverged.

Dyon's appearance only made them grow even further apart, allowing this treasure version of the Dragon King to become completely independent from its original.

In a lot of ways, their relationship mirrored his and Junior's, except Junior chose to sacrifice himself. While, the Dragon King made no such choice.

'I've been very interested in Dragon Souls for a long time…' Dyon said absentmindedly. '… I originally just wanted to use him as a convenient mount, but I've forgotten that I'm a necromancer now. How sad is that, a necromancer without a single corpse puppet.

'Since that old lizard wants to lock me away and use me as he pleases, I'm sure he won't mind the tables being reversed.'

Dyon hadn't thought much about Dragon Souls in recent years, but the evolution of his Sovereign Flame brought a certain curiosity back.

Humans had Presence. Dragons had Dragon Souls. In that case, could the Sovereign Flame work for Dragon Souls as well? If so, how was it all related? What was the line that threaded them all together? Dyon wanted to know.

So, he turned and left. But who knew he would run into Skull and Roe barely a few minutes later?

...

"Run into" was maybe a bit inaccurate. It seemed to imply that it was an accident. But, the truth was that Dyon could never be caught off guard by these people. He 'ran' into them because he couldn't be bothered to avoid them.

Mount Volaire rumbled and groaned. It seemed that despite Dyon's uncaring attitude, he had still managed to exit just before the mountain stabilized itself once more and flooded its veins with molten rock.

"You… You're still alive?" Skull's pupils constricted.

It had already been several years since they entered, but no one had seen a sign of Dyon. They had all thought that he had overestimated himself and ended up dying. But who knew that he would appear before them like this?

Roe's usual lazy appearance looked slightly sharp for a moment before relaxing. He believed that their harvest in the last almost decade was quite good, there was no need to antagonize this young man even if he was a mortal. Plus, he had the backing of Crystella. Even if he was an Immortal Saint as well, he knew he couldn't hold a candle to her.