Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God-Novel

The old man started laughing, he laughed so hard that his milky white, blinded eyes shone with a fierce light.

"Enough!" He roared.

The enemy army flinched. The old man had sat there for millions of years as this battle raged on, but now he said enough? What the hell was happening?

"Did you not here me?" The old man stood from his chair, an overwhelming pressure sweeping outward and shattering the battlefield.

Thousands of immortals fell from the skies, coughing up blood as red liquids dripped from their seven orifices.

"I, Abraxas Jafari, have spoken. If you don't want to die… LEAVE MY SIGHT NOW!"

Would a war being fought for millions of years really end just like this? How could that be?...

Yet, that was what happened. Without a hint of dissatisfaction, thousands fled with their tails between their legs… The Monster of Samsara had awoken, and no one dared cross him…

Moments later, the first person to make it to his side was, of course, the First White Mother. The confusion was clear on her face, she couldn't understand what was happening.

She knew more than anyone else how powerful her Master was. Even if he had one foot in the grave, by his terms, that still meant millions, potentially billions more years of life. This was a man who had lived trillions of years, it was no wonder despite having such an astronomical amount of time left, he still felt as though he was on his death bed. A million years to him was the equivalent of telling a mortal they only had an hour left to live…

However, before she could speak, he spoke first.

"Let the Immortal Plane know that this is as I have decreed it. The war of the Chaos and Balanced Path will be fought on the Mortal Plane."

First White Mother's eyes opened wide along with the others. Had she just heard correctly?

"Master, but third –"

"Speak no more." The old man waved his hand. "And heal those ghastly injuries, you've always been too masochistic."

Seeing his precious disciple still looking at him like a senile old man, Abraxas shook his head. "The battle we've had with chaos has always been a problem of the mortal plane. We weren't right to interfere in the first place."

"But –"

The old man shook his head. "I know. Their side is interfering, even sending one other own to mortal plane. However, this only happened because of our initial mistake. Your First Brother is too kind…"

What Abraxas said was correct. The threat of the end of the universes was always a mortal plane issue. The immortal plane was as stable as ever and was continuously thriving. In fact, many speculated that this was simply the will of the universe… Maybe the mortal plane was just a test to elevate humanity to the immortal plane and those that weren't worthy enough to make it would simply be wiped from history…

Although his first disciple had taken it upon himself to change this tide… Maybe that wasn't the right way.

Because his died, that led to Abraxus' third disciple getting involved in such a fierce way, seeking revenge with even the universe itself… To think that such calamitous events began due to kindness… Ironically, it was due to kindness on both sides…

It hurt the First White Mother to listen to her Master – no, she had long begun seeing Abraxus as her father – refer to her third sibling as "one of their own"… But, she could only lower her head and accept the reality of things.

If her father stopped the war… That meant someone capable of carrying her First Brother's legacy had appeared…

But could he really succeed where he had failed? First White Mother trusted her First Brother far too much to ever believe that someone could ever be better than him…

To her, the moment her Master made this decision was the moment the Mortal Plane was doomed for destruction.

...

Dyon's body continued to float as motes of light sucked in so much Primordial energy toward itself that half of Dyon's supply disappeared in an instant.

If Dyon was fully conscious, such an event would have shocked him to no end. He had an entire universe's worth of Primordial Energy, meant to be capable of fueling one for trillions of years. How in the hell did half simply disappear?!

Even when filling the celestial beast's world, Dyon had only used ten planets worth, something they wouldn't be able to use up completely even with a hundred lives, let alone their one.

Yet, one thing was clear… It was in direct response to half of that energy disappearing that the shattering of glass was heard.

Dyon had no idea what that sound was. It had nothing to do with him transcending some barrier or comprehending something… And, although he could feel his demonic will crumbling to form something new just like his sword and spear will had destroyed themselves to make room for his weapon's master will, he was certain that it wasn't related to that either.

There was no way for him to know the kind of reverberating effects he had had on the immortal plane…

Still, as though nothing at all had happened, the Titan Diamond Bodies slowly coalesced into one, beginning the steps of forging Dyon's bones.

Normally, someone born with this constitution would be three meters tall at the shortest. In most cases, they'd even dwarf the Emperor Giants to stand over ten or even twenty meters tall. These men wouldn't just be humans, they would be beasts.

However… Dyon had no will to be so large. He felt that his current height of 6'6 was already pushing the limits of how large he wanted to be. Although Eli was his close friend, he had no desire to match his 7-foot-tall height.

'Condense. Condense. Condense.' Dyon's sub-conscience seemed to roar in denial. He didn't want to skewer his wives, for god's sake.

Still, no matter how much Dyon protested, the first vague outline of his skeleton was over 2.5 meters tall, even while he was sitting down.

'I said condense!'

Dyon was asking for something almost impossible. The hardness of a material was correlated with not only its structure, but also its density. You couldn't just arbitrarily condense such already tough material.

Those born with Titan Diamond Body would have their bodies forged of some of the hardest materials in the world, especially their skeleton. In fact, so-called comprehension of this constitution entailed raising the quality of your skeleton to new heights.

There were nine main stages broken into three watershed moments.

The first three were collectively known as the Gem stage. The constitution wielder's body would become hundreds of times heavier than one of their size would normally be. Their skeleton would no longer be forged by the normal parameters of organic carbon, but would rather gain a far denser and complex structure comparable to that of the hardest substances in the world.

This stage contained an almost unbreakable defense. Even if a wielder of this constitution's flesh was incinerated into nothingness, their essence would still be trapped within their bones. In fact, as long as they had enough life force, it was possible for them to regenerate.

Reaching this stage was similar to have gained an undying body and tenacious life force, but it had its major drawbacks as well.

In addition, the skin of those at this stage would be akin to a sheet of metal and their muscles would be like cords of steel.

That said, while the skeletal structure of this stage would be nigh-indestructible, their muscles wouldn't be able to handle the burden. There were often cases of tendons snapping quite frequently in wielder's stuck in this stage because they would try to use power beyond their capability of bearing.

The second three were collectively known as the Mesh stage.

At this stage, muscles would be reconstructed once more, taking the cord steel like structure from the first stage and overlaying them, completely shattering the upper limits of the first stage.

Their muscles would be able to bear far more weight. In fact, at this stage, it would be the skeletal structure that was the limiting factor, not the muscles. There were many cases of wielders using so much power that their bones would be crushed to dust…

However, the final stage was the most sought after… It was this stage that only the Emperors of the Primordial Era ever touched, a stage so godly that it brought the user a body bordering on immortal.

This was known as the Silk Stage.ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ɴovᴇl_Firᴇ.ɴet

While there were only three documented levels to this stage, the reality was that there were six…

According to the current knowledge, the first three stages were bronze, silver and golden… In the final golden stage, the body would constantly emit a warm light caused by its being forged by fine lines of golden string barely a few atoms in width.

However, the hidden steps above were the first, crystalline, the second, diamond, and the third… fate.

Crystalline Silk… Diamond Silk… And finally, Silk of Fate.

The trouble with this constitution was that moving forward even a single step was impossible. The appetite of the Titan Diamond Body was insatiable… It required an eating regimen that far surpassed even Dyon's normal standard. Yet, the problem was that Dyon could already eat celestial beasts without issue… Simply put, the beasts of this era didn't have powerful enough bloodlines to fuel this constitution…

Wasn't it was quite curious that Dyon's normal disposition tended toward eating a lot, wasn't it?