Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

'It seems he's awakening a bit…' Little Yin muttered. 'Dyon misunderstands. The last time his soul's eyes opened, it was accompanied by one of his Divine Chains snapping. It was the residue energy from that chain being destroyed that created that inconceivably large hole. If it hadn't been for Dyon's soul opening its eyes back then, let alone a pillar of nothingness stretching for millions of miles, at least half a quadrant would have been eliminated by the breaking of that chain…'

'We need to move everyone away right now.' Little Yang said quickly. 'Something big is about to happen.'

'Mm.'

Under the resistance of Madeleine, the twins used the help of the beast babies to bring them all away, rushing outside of the throne room and out of the third phase castle entirely.

It was at this moment that Dyon's arm suddenly raised, focusing a level of soul qi that was inexplicable into a single finger and shooting it into the eye sockets of the still raving Lord Creator.

The endless madness of Orcus froze in time. It seemed that all that was left in existence was a finger ripping through space.

Spatial qi tore through the air like the blades of a sword. Color disappeared, replaced by endless black and white even as reality itself seemed to collapse.

"You…" These were all the words Orcus could say before an otherworldly strength tore him in half, grasping onto the seed that lay in his chest and taking it for its own.

Even after this happened, Orcus was still alive. The vitality of a Higher Existence wasn't something Dyon could comprehend at his current strength. For someone who had cultivated an undead body like Orcus and had even been able to transfer that nature to his soul, as long as the smallest piece of him remained, it was only a matter of time before he was rejuvenated. If it hadn't been for this plan of his, he could have lived several dozen million more years before meeting his end.

However, this wasn't a simple matter of healing anymore. Without the sovereign flame acting as his dao heart, Orcus suddenly felt lost. The blow of losing something he had labored over for trillions of years hit him even more severely.

"No…" The air of an expert was no longer with him. The perpetual and looming Presence dissipated into nothing. Even the killing intent Dyon made hesitant to enter went up in a puff of smoke.

His spirit shattered. The despair of having nothing to live or fight for was too much for him to handle. The life force of a true expert disappeared into the wind.

At that moment, a seemingly small ember erupted within Dyon's mind's eye. A change Dyon was unconscious to overwhelmed his body, forcing it to undergo something many had only been able to dream of.

However, this wasn't a feeling he was allowed to bask in. In the next instant, Madeleine watched in horror as half of the third phase castle was destroyed.

It wasn't by anything within… Rather… Dyon's celestial tribulation had descended. Pillars of fiery hell illuminated the already reddened skies.

Dyon groggily awoke to raging tribulation clouds above. He blinked in confusion, somehow feeling that something was different about himself, but he was far too weak to think about it. He felt like he would collapse if he took a single step. There was hardly an ounce of energy within him.

To make matters worse, he couldn't communicate with his soul. His mind's eye felt empty and he couldn't contact his manifestations. Even his wings wouldn't respond to his call and his inner world felt unresponsive. It was only after numerous tries that he finally managed to stir and cause a change within his inner world, but even then it was far slower than it usually was. What once happened in an instant took several seconds now.

Dyon suddenly felt that he couldn't sustain his body weight at 106 000 000 jin. Without much of a choice, he could only lower it back to 10 000 jin before he could just barely raise his head again.

"Whose… Whose tribulation is this?" Dyon's mind was still covered by a fog. He felt that his thinking speed had been inexplicably dulled as well. "What happened?"

Dyon's first thought was to move out of the range of these angered clouds. He couldn't help but wonder just whose tribulation could cover so many miles.

"Huh?.. Why are these clouds following me?" Dyon's expression suddenly changed. "Son of a…"

BOOM!

Before he could even complete the sentence, a flame pillar spanning several dozen miles descended from the skies, crashing into Dyon's body.

Madeleine covered her mouth in horror as she watched Dyon confusedly receive a strike that could instantly obliterate a higher celestial. Tears fell from her eyes, but she knew that rushing forward would only make matters worse.

Normally, individuals would only take their tribulation when they were in peak condition. However, not only was Dyon not in peak condition, he wasn't facing a normal lightning tribulation, but a Fire Tribulation!

"This is the Nine Purgatories of Hell Tribulation… Dyon really pissed the Heavens off…" Little Yang muttered.

The Nine Purgatories of Hell was the third ranked Fire Tribulation in terms of difficulty and power. Normally, such a tribulation would only appear during a dao tribulation of an exceptional genius or during the final levels of the Transcendent Staircase. For it to appear now, it could only mean that the Heavens still remembered that Dyon didn't truly complete his saint tribulation.

To make matters worse, because the Heavens were angered, Dyon once again didn't receive its help in cultivating. This meant that just like he had to take his saint tribulation as an essence gatherer, he now had to take his celestial tribulation as an injured saint!

Dyon crashed down from the skies, falling several hundred miles without even the ability to control his own descent. The pillar remained attached to his body, as though it wouldn't be satisfied until it could slam Dyon to the earth below itself.

BOOM!