Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

Maybe somewhere in a past timeline, the sealed version of Dyon was bashing his head against a wall. He had never thought of fusing the weapon souls of his weapon's pagoda with his weapons. The furthest he had gone was fusing them into his flames. In addition, he had no idea they could be layered in this way. It could only be said that he truly wasn't familiar enough with his own manifestation.

But, this only made sense. After all, this was the restriction of unique manifestations.

[Author's Note: Back during the Elven Kingdom Arc, the difference between hereditary and unique manifestations were explained. To keep this short, unique manifestations aren't necessarily better even if they're rarer because there's no guide to them. One must figure out everything on their own.]

They thought that Dyon was crazy. Even if his vajra body had such a magnificent ability, what was most important was the container. How could an infant treasure spirit handle such a load?

Obviously… These people had no idea that Dyon had raised Little Chibi's potential to the absolute limit of the God Grade. The only thing she was missing was the materials for her physical body to match up against her spirit.

As for taking on these thousands of peak empyrean cauldrons… she could even take on thousands more.

Dyon roared.

It was so savage that one could see blots of blood converging beneath the skin of his neck. It was clear that even if he hadn't ruptured his vocal cords, there was most definitely severe internal bleeding within his neck now. Yet, he pretended as though nothing had happened.

Golden rings shot from his mouth the instant the beast flames entered, distorting against the cauldron like the ways of an ocean.

For a moment, it seemed like the cauldron would collapse. Its form savagely deformed, bending and twisting beneath the might of Dyon's roar. But, the culprit just looked on in complete indifference as though he didn't care about Little Chibi's life and death.

[Frolicking Beasts of Heaven and Earth].

Compared to humans, beasts were recognized by the Heavens to a much greater extent. There were many talented beasts on the Immortal Plane who could do nothing but eat and sleep, yet grow incredibly powerful.

Even though beasts on the Immortal Plane had shattered their 'chains', Dyon, who had awakened his memories, knew the truth. These chains were only a superficial mortal shackle. Though they might not be restricted by something as obvious as a personality type, they were still restricted nonetheless.

Simply put, alchemy was the process of snatching the will of the heavens. There was nothing better at appeasing the heavens than beasts.

So Dyon thought… why not use beasts then?

This was how his technique was formed. It was a technique he was proud to say was unparalleled in the field of alchemy until his own student came along and created one that didn't lose out to him in the slightest.

This result left him greatly amused and even a bit proud, if he could have any more of such an emotion considering who he was. But, it also filled him with fighting spirit.

Even against his own student, he wouldn't allow him to win.

BANG!

Little Chibi's deforming body finally settled down. The final process had begun.

Compared to the commotion Dyon caused, Nazaire was more measured and controlled. It seemed as though nothing in this world could affect him.

The radiating rings of energy coming from Dyon and his cauldron completely dispelled after crossing over to his side, dispelling into nothingness.

If everyone wasn't so focused on their performances and looked into the skies, it would be possible to see that tribulation clouds were already converging… However, they had split into two halves.

Between Nazaire and Dyon, there was a deep ravine that even the billowing and arrogant clouds of heaven couldn't cross.

Countless heavenly phenomena attempted to cross between the deep valley, only to fail in the end.

Violent arcs of lightning, raging torrents of fire, vicious winds of yin. It seemed as though elements of all kinds were trying to descend. The only thing stopping them was a flimsy barrier of impact between the ideologies of two men.

Nazaire's calm eyes suddenly shone brightly.

All alchemists understood exactly what was happening. The final step.

The rumbling of the clouds above grew more fervent. One could almost imagine the tribulation lightning like a chained beast just a step away from ripping itself free.

"HA!"

Nazaire roared. Even in comparison to Dyon's, it was several levels more imposing.

BANG!

The first streak of lightning descended from the skies.

BANG! BANG!

They fell continuously, ceaselessly, unrestrainedly.

At this point, they didn't even seem to be streaked of lightning. They took the form of roaring flood dragons, assaulting the treasured cauldron of Pill Sword Mountain.

However, the truth was that what shocked the alchemists the most wasn't just the size of the lightning, but rather… its color. Each and every strike was such a bright gold that the dark clouds were completely overwhelmed. Never mind just Pill Sword Mountain, it felt as though the whole of the martial world was being illuminated by this lightning.

Gold lightning… This was simply obscene.

Of the legends of tribulation lightning, there was no lightning that could boast a greater strength. Even Dyon, who was absolutely abhorred by the Heavens, had only ever suffered green streaks of lightning at worst during his own tribulations, the strength of which was more than five levels beneath gold lightning.

One would think that this only made sense. After all, the last tribulation Dyon underwent was of the mere Dao grade, while this was a peak god grade pill. However, if one were to think this, it would be inappropriate.

It had to be remembered that tribulation lightning was always adjusted to a strength appropriate to its target. Simply put, the weakest yellow lightning was always scaled to the average strength of its target.