Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God-Novel



Dyon hadn't thought about that moment in a long time. In fact, to this day he still didn't know why the Elves had sealed such a fantastic treasure. If he had to guess, it might be related to their ability to foretell the future in exchange for a life… Maybe they knew that Dyon would one day shatter the seal that held it.

There were many curious things about the elves. The sudden words of the Lord Creator triggered many of those thoughts in Dyon's mind. He hadn't just gained the Soul Tome from them, he also gained two other treasures of equal value back then. The Aurora Steps and the [Dao of Array Alchemy].

The elves were truly worthy of being a race that ruled over an Era…

"No! I won't allow this!" Orcus roared, struggling with all his might. Dyon even flinched slightly when he noticed the blackened skeleton vibrate uncontrollably. "Those bastards suppressed me for a lifetime, I won't let you and your race ruin me again!"

By now, it was obvious to Dyon that Orcus was alive during the Golden Era. The so-called 'declining' Clan he referred to before should be the legendary Golden Crow Clan that once stood at the top of the Primordial Era. Although they still fell short of the Angels who were the true rulers, the Angels couldn't take them lightly either…

According to the twins, the Golden Crow wasn't a true beast, but was rather a manifestation exclusive to the Golden Crow Clan – well, this wasn't entirely accurate either, but it was the simplest way to explain these matters. Their offensive power was astonishing, and it was they who birthed the world's first golden flames. Legend had it that their bloodline manifestation was triggered by a fortuitous encounter one of their ancestors had with the Sovereign Flame.

By the time the Golden Era of Orcus came around, much like the angels, the Golden Crow Clan had almost completely declined, giving way to the Elvin Kingdom…

"If it wasn't for you bastards, I would have transcended! I would be standing on the immortal plane, looking down at you pitiful mortals!" The roar of the Lord Creator turned mad.

Dyon, who had just flipped to a page containing a flame so sinister he hardly dared to breathe, paused. This flame was the very same flame that even the sleeping Higher Existence demon tigers didn't dare to get near… If he released it now, he was certain that the Lord Creator's skeleton would disintegrate to nothingness and this would all be over. Although he wouldn't be able to use the skeleton for his clone anymore, it would be worth it.

However, just as he was about to, Orcus' clear insanity hit him like a ton of bricks. A level of enlightenment even he rarely experienced suddenly overwhelmed Dyon.

'The weakest transcendents can only live for a few billion years… Those who can boast as true experts would be able to survive several dozen billion… Only the greatest of transcendents like my grand teacher can live for trillions of years without their dao hearts shattering…

'So how did this mere Orcus, a man who so easily loses himself to anger at the mere thought of elves, possible survive here for trillions of years?!'

Dyon's eyes lit up like embers of an undying flame.

The mad ravings of the Lord Creator continued. He incoherently told stories about all the times he had been thwarted by elves and how he valiantly stepped into the realm of Higher Existences even with their interference.

One had to know that the tribulation to enter the realm of Higher Existences was different from the previous three, which was why it was often left out of discussions.

When one first begins their cultivation journey, the Heavens help in any way it can. For example, when one crosses a realm barrier, the Heavens can complete a certain amount of cultivation for you. In Madeleine's case, she jumped directly to the peak of the 1st celestial stage the moment she triggered her tribulation.

Another example of this help was the disablement of interference. Unless one had a death wish, no one would ever interfere with a saint, celestial or dao tribulation. In addition, the moment a tribulation was cleared perfectly, all injuries incurred during it would be healed. Only those who fail to perfectly clear their tribulations by being too weak or forcibly take it before they are ready suffer severe injuries – like Giralda who prematurely took hers or Hela, who was too weak.

Giralda took a tribulation meant for an eighth or ninth order celestial when she was a mere 11th stage saint. Her accumulations weren't enough, and therefore she suffered.

As for Hela, her talent was nowhere near that of Giralda, so after being caught off guard by her tribulation, she suffered injuries that took her a while to heal from.

So why was all of this important? It was because the Heavens no longer did any hand holding when one sought to become a Higher Existence. Not only could the Heavens rain down tribulations upon you, so could your enemies. The source of this content is novelenglish.net . Fɪre.net

The Lord Creator suffered such a trauma. And, although he managed to survive, he didn't clear his trial perfectly. In the end, the hidden injuries left by this trial was the reason he was never able to shed the final layer of his mortality and become a transcendent.

This anger and rage followed him to this day. On some days, he managed to ignore it, but on others, like today, he was triggered to the point of insanity.

At the same time, however, it was this exact oddity that made Dyon pause his actions and close the Soul Tome. How could someone with such a vicious Heart Demon survive for trillions of years? What was the secret? If he could figure this out, he could win this battle.

Heart Demons were an enigmatic existence in the martial world. Since the cultivation of spirituality could breed good things like battle intent and refined killing intent, why could it not breed bad things as well? While the former two were very helpful in cultivation, a Heart Demon was detrimental. The worst kinds can immediately cause the destruction of one's Dao Heart and even death!