Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

In the end, Little Yin sighed. "He's never going to be allowed to use high level techniques if he's not using weapons."

Up until now, Dyon had master 900 lower common grade weapon-related techniques and was about 80% through mastering middle common grade ones. But, he had yet to even complete 100 energy manipulation type lower common grade techniques, let alone middle common grade ones.

The only good news was that by fighting with his bare hands and legs for more than three months now, he had stepped into the high common grade fist and leg techniques. This was also true of his movement techniques.

As for blood manipulation techniques, Dyon set them off to the side for now. He wanted to first learn the secrets of body cultivation from the demon sage before he proceeded down that path.

Dyon's fight raged on, clearly he was too stubborn to admit he had no chance of winning. He even refused to use his healing energy, instead relying on his white flames solely. He had burnt through 40% of it already in just a few months so he couldn't bear to go through any more.

Plus, he felt more like a beast if he fought with the same ghastly nature they did. He immersed himself in the pain and sunk into a depraved and bestial mind state.

The only bestial characteristic Dyon refused to embody was running. Beasts were a race far more susceptible to bloodline suppression than others and as such often ran when they faced an enemy they knew they couldn't beat. Yet, Dyon did the exact opposite. Unless he was certainly about to die, he didn't even think of retreating for one moment.

Still, he was depressed. He wanted to eat this delicious beast meat, but he couldn't even defeat one. He really was too pitiful.

"Fuck!" Dyon roared in a rage, grabbing the upper and lower jaw of the lizard and completely ignoring the sharp teeth that pierced right through his hands.

His muscles bulged as he fought against its closing jaw, unwilling to give up. However, his eyes couldn't help but contract when he saw the sharp red tongue in its mouth suddenly glow a bright red before piercing toward him.

There was no chance to dodge, the tongue pierced directly through Dyon's heart, nearly burning it to ashes. If it wasn't for the fact Dyon's runic flame was so violent, even refusing other flames to come near it, that's exactly what would have happened.

At this point, Dyon's rage reached a fever pitch. How could a saint realm creature even place a dent into his undead body?

He quickly replaced his left hand on the lizard's bottom jaw with his left foot, ignoring the tooth that shot through his sole and pushing downward with all his might. He then grabbed the tongue that pierced through his heart with his free hand as though he couldn't feel layers of skin burning away one after another.

"This damn lizard!" Dyon's eyes reddened. His foot pushed downward even as his right hand pushed upward. In the same motion, he yanked the tongue from his chest and pulled with every ounce of his strength.

However, the jaw and tissue of the lizard were too strong. Even with his legs being stronger than his arm, Dyon felt the teeth of the lizard closing in around him. At the same time, no matter how hard he twisted and pulled the lizard's tongue, it barely budged. In fact, it was a mere moment away from slipping out of Dyon's hand.

It was at the moment where Dyon was nearly bent in half that his body weight increased a ten thousandfold, reaching one hundred million jin in an instant.

BOOM!

The slowly closing bottom jaw of the lizard collapsed onto the asteroid below.

An odd roar of pain erupted from the Red-Tongued Empress as its bottom jaw ripped from its lips. The cracking of bone resounded through the dark void of space.

Taking advantage of the lizard's lapse, Dyon's right hand snapped backward, taking with it the sharp tooth that had just pierced his hand.

"Damn fucking lizard!" Dyon roared, leaping upward as slamming the sharp tooth into its eye.

The agonizing shrill calls of the Red-Tongued Empress shook Dyon's charred heart, but his fists didn't stop as he pounded away at its head.

"You forced me to do this you bastard lizard!" Dyon's incoherent ravings forced Little Yin into a fit of laughter. He really had lost his mind. "You like it when I use my head instead of fighting you like a wild beast? You think I couldn't have defeated you if I used tactics before?! But no, you wanted to pierce my fucking heart?!

"How bold! You wanted to kill me?! I'm your damn father you bastard lizard!"

Dyon's fists pummeled the lizard's head, smashing it to a pulp of oozing purple blood. He seemingly didn't realize the irony of naming himself the lizard's father and naming it a bastard at the same time.

"Where's you fire now?! Where's your ferocity now?! Fuck!"

These past three months were too much for Dyon to handle. He had never lost so repeatedly and for so long in his life. He couldn't even defeat a saint beast? Even worse, this could only be considered a middle saint beast, he'd have to tuck tail and run if he faced a high or peak saint beast. This kind of stifling reality pissed him off.

He only had three years, yet he felt like it wasn't enough! He had already wasted 9 months and had barely made any progress. It was too depressing.

"Do you think we should tell him that the chaotic energy here messed with the laws of time?" Little Yin giggled.

"Nah," Little Yang snorted, "It's better if he feels the pressure of having too little time. He'll improve faster. We'll just continue guiding him along a path of where time is slowed and avoid the sped-up time paths."

Little Yin nodded, agreeing with her elder brother. "Judging by his mental state, he'll probably forget how to keep track of the months anyway. We have to make sure to stay away from any patches of extreme acceleration or deceleration, though. It's dangerous if time becomes too skewed."

With the chaotic state of this universe, everything was thrown off its axis, even time itself. If Dyon hadn't had the celestial twins and their mastery of time will, the results could have been disastrous.

Although there were some pieces of Chaos Universe that slowed time, allowing even three days to pass before a single day passed in the real world. There were other places where it was the exact opposite. Without someone highly sensitive to time will, noticing this was impossible.

Luckily for Dyon, the twins could lead him along a path where time was slowed. As long as they spent the least amount of time in the patches of accelerated time, it was possible to extend this three-year limit to functionally equal ten, twenty or even thirty years.

The twins were making this decision for the sake of Dyon, but the truth was that had they told him about it immediately, he would have linked this phenomenon to Zabia's disappearance.

According King Mino and Zabia himself, the remaining half of the Jafari Clan treasure was found at the entrance of Chaos Universe. Yet, it had already been more than half a decade since they set out… This wasn't the only problem either. When Dyon stepped into Chaos universe, was the "entrance" a floating piece of what remained of a planet. It was moving so quickly across space and had no fixed location. Therefore, that location was no longer meaningful…

If Dyon was more sensitive to time will, he'd likely give up training for the sake of finding Zabia and his father-in-law's disciples… For all he and they knew, they were stuck in an accelerated time patch so fierce that a few days were worth hundreds of years in reality.

Unfortunately, Dyon didn't know and wouldn't know for several more years.

...

By the time the lizard finally died under Dyon's onslaught of punches, three days had passed. It was obvious that such a lowly creature wouldn't understand death will, yet its vitality practically gave it a feeling comparable to Dyon's undead body. Even after pummeling more than half of its skull shards into its brain, it still had the energy to roar and lash out.