Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God-Novel

Currently, Madeleine was wearing a long red dress that was exceptionally tight around her chest, torso, and waist, but through to her legs and arms, it flared out with an elegant unreservedness that made it look exactly like a mage's gown. Coupled with her violet hair and eyes, she gave off the feeling of a woman who had descended from the skies to bless the world with her beauty. In fact, even with women of the Flaming Lily Sect found themselves getting lost in Madeleine's plump bottom and outrageously proportioned chest and hips.

That aside, Madeleine only listened without responding. She could only imagine how shameless Dyon would be acting if he were here right now. He might actually directly take them all as concubines.

Thinking about it, Madeleine couldn't help but giggle. But, she was also worried on the inside. She knew how difficult God level trials were from asking around about them. The fact Dyon was placing first didn't necessary mean he was having an easy time. In fact, he might be in a lot of pain right now…

Maybe the only reason she hadn't gone to take the King trials yet was because she was still so worried about Dyon. But, she knew she would have to put that fear down soon, or else when Dyon came out, she wouldn't be there to greet him. She would hate that even more than what she was feeling now.

"Ugh, maybe I should just divorce my harem of men. They're all so useless." Another lady chimed in. However, if her harem were to hear her words, they would probably cry themselves to death. Remembering all the trials they had to pass to join this core disciple's harem, they were sure that they were in the top percentile of men in all of existence, and now they had somehow become useless. It was much too shameful.

"You're all saying such unimportant things," Another lady chimed in, sliding beside Madeleine and happily groping her chest, "Tell us Little Maddy, how good is he in bed?"

Madeleine's beaming mood suddenly became one rife with embarrassment. Her cheeks flushed a deeper red than even her dress as she ran away, completely ignoring the chorus of giggles around her as she escaped.

Madeleine disappeared in a flash of violet flames, appearing behind a door and tapping her large chest as she caught her breath. She smiled lightly before lightly touching the necklace around her neck.

'Are you doing okay, Dyon? I hope you are?' Madeleine spoke softly to herself, but something inside her was telling her that Dyon was in more pain right now than she could imagine.

In fact, Madeleine was perfectly right. After Dyon completed the second trial, he realized that all of his worries had come to reality… His feelings for Luna and Amphorae hadn't disappeared at all…

Although his grand teacher tried to speak to him, Dyon didn't say a word. He didn't even look at the treasures he had earned, he only directly entered the third trial with his body still as injured as it had been on Planet Haven.

Usually, trial takers would be allowed months of rest, even years if they so chose, in between trials. However, this was the second time now that Dyon had completely ignored such a provision…

The problem was that with his body as it was now, even Dyon's grand teacher, who saw Dyon's heaven defying means in the second trial, had no confidence in his grand disciple even surviving the third, let alone passing it…

Dyon's state of mind had truly put him in a world of danger this time…

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Dyon entered a world of red.

The ground was an odd sand-clay mix that crunched, yet also softened, beneath his feet. The sky was a palette of violets and maroons, shifting with eerie grey clouds.

There wasn't a single landmark in sight, whether it be trees or mountain or valleys, there were none of them. It was a completely flat land filled with a heavy aura of murder.

The air itself was dense and hard to breathe in. It had such a heat and humidity to it that a mortal would question whether it had any oxygen content at all.

Almost fittingly, the heat was blistering. However, it didn't seem to be the kind that gave an advantage to fire will experts because the root of this heat wasn't fire at all, but rather the blood and rage that hung in the air.

If one were to attach a temperature to this world, it would be a few thousand degrees at the very least. However, the way that the temperature was decided was what truly made this world sinister.

Every material in the world had a boiling point, even the human body. A mortal's resistance to high temperatures would, obviously, be much lower than that of a martial warrior. But, this world purposefully set its temperatures to border the boiling point of anyone who entered, immediately forcing those who entered to be forced to constantly protect themselves, lest they want to die a horrible death.

However, Dyon didn't seem to realize that his skin was searing and blistering. Even his eyes seemed to melt in the overwhelming heat, yet he didn't flinch at all.

At this point, Dyon's skin was still unhealthily thin, and many of his inner organs still weren't completely healed. The fact he was even standing at this point was a testament to the strength of his will and his body.

It wasn't that Dyon had lost all of his reason. In fact, he was likely thinking more clearly than he ever had in his life. It was just that he didn't have it in him to take it easy on himself any longer. He was racked with such guilt and inferiority that even something as simple and instinctive as protecting himself was a foreign concept to him.

In that moment, without Dyon's consent, the primordial energy within Dyon's Inner World began escaping and seeping into his body, causing his melting skin and eyes to heal. Even as this was happening, the temperature of the third trial once again increased, perfectly matching the increased strength of Dyon's body. It was incremental, but it definitely didn't escape Dyon's sharp senses.ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novelenglish.net . Fɪre.net

Suddenly, a rack of weapons appeared, extending tens of miles in either direction before Dyon.

Each weapon was a disgust brown and black color that almost made them look dirty and rusted.

The rack itself held weapons of all kinds and of all sizes. It was clear that the first step of this trial was to choose a weapon.

Dyon looked around. Truth be told, he didn't feel like choosing a weapon, but it also seemed he couldn't move on until he did. So, he simply chose the first weapon he saw since he knew well that to a wielder of the only weapon's type supreme law in existence, any weapon would feel exceedingly comfortable to him.

Picking out a random great sword of about 7 feet long and almost 3 feet wide, with a thick and dull blade, and a handle that was half his height, Dyon swung it about without any true rhyme of reason as the racks disappeared. It was shorter and much less domineering than the Ahpuch clan treasure, but unfortunately, Dyon couldn't use his own weapons in this trial either, or else he would have called out the Dragon King.

Dyon closed his eyes, seemingly disappearing into the landscape. However, his mind was filled with an uncontrollable anger.

A moment later, the sounds of large footsteps approaching Dyon reverberated throughout the once calm and quiet world.

When Dyon opened his eyes to see what it was, they couldn't help but narrow.

A large, metal armored rhinoceros was approaching him. But, although it looked intimidating, with Dyon's perception, he could see that its battle prowess was only at the 4th or 5th foundation stage level. Was this supposed to be a trial? Or was it supposed to be a joke?

That was when Dyon noticed something he was almost ashamed to have not noticed before. The aura in this world didn't only have the function of being overwhelming hot, it also locked away energy cultivation. Truth be told, Dyon couldn't be blamed for not noticing, after all, his own cultivation had been locked away long ago, so he was very much used to it.

The other thing Dyon noticed was that his glaive felt exceptionally heavy in his hands, but it only weighed about 50 or so jin. That kind of weight should have been nothing more than a joke to him. It would have had to be at least ten thousand times that weight before he even began to feel uncomfortable. That only meant one thing: although his body cultivation wasn't sealed, it was heavily suppressed. Yet, somehow, it retained a certain level of its original toughness, or else he would have never been able to handle this level of heat, it was truly odd.

One thing was clear though. Clearly they wanted Dyon to fight this rhino with the strength of a mere foundation stage expert.