Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

As for why he didn't use his body qi, it was because he had decided to focus on refining his body first. This would increase his foundation instead of raising his cultivation, which he was satisfied with. Once he felt he couldn't refine his body any more without increasing his cultivation, only then would he use it.

But now, the fact he hadn't used these energies had become a blessing.

A pleasant feeling overwhelmed Dyon as his Divine Pulse slowly formed, vibrating his meridians as though giving him a massage.

At first, he panicked. He could already sense his cultivation technique attempting to seal off his soul and energy once more, but that was when he unleashed what he had hidden within his Seal.

Suddenly, an unprecedented flow of energy erupted within his inner world. Due to the fact the base of his world was constructed with Primordial Energy, it was no surprise that every bit of this energy was needed as the land exploded forth. It was now that the vast difference of just a single order was seen…

Before, Dyon's inner world had been barely 100 meters across. It wasn't until after his mind's eye doubled in size that it somehow reached 1000 meters. Of course, this was mystery tied to the sovereign crown of his manifestation, a secret Dyon would have to slowly unveil. But, the truth of the matter was that this 900-meter added length was incredibly frail.

One's inner world was meant to be built upon the strength of all three paths. However, these additional 900 meters were added solely due to Dyon's overwhelming soul. How could it be as sturdy as its center?

The exterior of Dyon's inner world shattered under the might of the change as though reading Dyon's mind, crumbling and coalescing into a tighter formation.

In that moment, pulses of divine light descended. What once was a cracked, infertile land was given the breath of life.

Dyon didn't understand it now, but his inner world had been unable to give way to life before because the saint energy used to construct it was too inferior. All it could do was sustain an already birthed life, it couldn't grow or give birth to life itself. However, as Dyon stepped into a boundary that was neither wholly sainthood, nor wholly the celestial realm, he touched upon this ability, albeit to a limited extent.

Within Dyon's inner world, as his land crumbled from 1000 meters to just above 120 or so, his manifestation made its arrogance known.

Just what did it mean to have a humanoid manifestation? Up until now, the greatest benefit Dyon had been given were his wings. Due to the fact his manifestation represented the pinnacle of arrogance, it projected a lofty expectation unto its owner. It was through this that Dyon was given the abilities of an angel despite never having had their bloodline to begin with. And, although unknown to him, this was also how he was given the abilities of an elf despite never having had their bloodlines either!

Why was it that he had wings? Why was it that mastering the Elvin ancient bloodline techniques as easy as breathing to him? Why was it that his soul manifested itself as though it, itself was a sprite?! How was it that Dyon was able to bend his constitution to his will, forcing it to give him a small body even in the face of having to skip over so many levels? Why was it?

In the end, it all centered around the majesty of his manifestation and the depth of his soul talent. Each and everything centered around this one fact.

So, how did Dyon's manifestation react when he suddenly took a pill that would raise him to entire other level? How did it react knowing its wielder took a pill that others would have to risk their lives to make use of?

It snorted, an arrogant disdain for the world overwhelming the medicinal effects of the Divine Pulse pill.

In that moment, not one, not two, but nine meridians formed simultaneously.

An ungodly amount of power stormed into Dyon's body, tearing the molds that had been set and reconstructing new ones. The pain was oddly similar to the first time his wings were etched into his back…

For the first time in billions of years, an expert with 117 meridians had been born.

Dyon's body was ravaged by pain, but it was nowhere near the range of putting his life in danger. It was as though the pain itself was just enough to remind him not to move, but not enough to make him wish for death.

For a man who had experienced his body being reconstructed on more than one occasion, this sort of pain was child's play. Instead, what truly hurt Dyon was feeling Madeleine's resolute decision to immediately attempt to build her 109th meridian. Something that would be easy for him, could lead to endless months, maybe years, of pain for his wife.

'Hurry up, let me go to her.' Dyon grit his teeth. He had a feeling that Madeleine would do something like this. Although she hated to fight, she hated even more to not be by his side. Out of necessity, she grew stronger.

It was obvious to her and Dyon that the best time to form meridians would be in these early stages when the gentle effects of the pill were still in place. In the future, it would require ridiculous amounts of supplemental healing medicines. Knowing how short on money Dyon was and how this was a secret they had to guard with their everything, Madeleine didn't want to place that burden on him any time soon, knowing she couldn't rely on the Flaming Lily Sect.

The wife and husband sat across from each other, just a meter apart, but living through vastly different experiences. Dyon suffered through his with mere gritted teeth, but Madeleine had become deathly pale. In fact, it wasn't just this…

The energy within Madeleine's body was sucked dry in an instant. What once was a woman whose full curves would send your mind into another universe became a frail skeleton with loose skin hanging from her bones. Although she didn't make a sound, not wanting to disturb her husband who sat across from her, the pain she was experiencing was unimaginable.

A deep guilt welled up in Dyon's chest. His wife was remaining as silent as possible, believing that he was experiencing what she was, when the reality of the matter was that while her life was in danger, his wasn't in the least.

Madeleine breathed haggard breaths. Due to the fact her robes no longer fit her properly, now hanging loosely from her once full frame, the weak vibrations of her sternum were clear to Dyon. Her skin had become such a ghastly shade of white that one could almost see through to the veins and bones below.

Dyon struggled to move his body, tipping forward to crawl to her side. Ignoring the pain that ravaged his own body, he erupted in a white, blazing flame, pouring his everything into Madeleine's body.

It was at that point that he became shocked. He should have known that with Madeleine's talent, a single meridian wouldn't have pushed her into this state. This silly girl was actually attempting to form three at the same time!

Madeleine felt a comfortable feeling wash over her. She didn't need to open her eyes to know that Dyon had come to her side despite the fact 90% of her nerves were fried.

Dyon forgot his own pain entirely. In his world, there was only the beauty in his arms. Even if she looked like nothing more than a dilapidated skeleton now, she was still perfect in his eyes.