Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

There were just too many choices. Much of the reason Dyon hadn’t already done this was precisely because he couldn’t decide.

One had to remember that the reason Dyon was limited to three was because the effectiveness of pills diminished the more you took. The more heaven defying a pill was, the less of it you could benefit from. This was why you could use a energy condensing pill thousands of times without any noticeable drop off, but couldn’t do the same with many other pills.

A constitution awakening was exactly that: heaven defying. The original rules of the universe didn’t allow for this sort of outside resource. If one was born with a constitution, it should have been up to luck and fortune, not to mention hard work and perseverance, before you could accept the full benefits. 𝘪𝘳.𝒸𝑜𝑚

However, the founder of array alchemy and Dyon’s grand teacher’s first disciple, found the heavens to be stupid. When he created array alchemy using his master’s aurora, he also created thousands of heaven defying pill formulas, including the constitution awakening pill.

That said, Dyon bet he never thought that someone would have so many hidden constitutions within them like Dyon and Clara did. The fact it could even work three times was a testament to the genius of Dyon’s senior brother.

“What do you think, master?” Dyon suddenly asked.

A giggle sounded in Dyon’s mind. “When are you going to let them out? Those poor souls, you’ve caged them like animals.”

Other than his master, Princess of the Skies, Ice Princess, Princess of Strategy, Princess of Beauty and Princess of Melody, the rest of the spirits were still sealed away by Dyon. After all, Clara was still here and she was taking a bath, how could he allow them to see?

Dyon smiled but didn’t say anything.

“I believe that you should try and find research pertaining to the ancient constitutions. Fair warning though, regular constitution awakening pills aren’t enough to fully awaken them.” Dyon’s master said thoughtfully.

“Dyon, I think I’d like to follow Little Clara.” Just as Dyon was thinking, a familiar voice sounded in his mind.

With a thought, Dyon focused his senses on his Mind’s Eye to appear before a group of women. Although they were spirits, they looked almost human because of the overwhelming amount of energy Dyon’s soul could provide them.

Now that Dyon’s soul was unsealed, they no longer needed to worry about slowing down his unsealing process. So, they could be awake all day.

Dyon’s gaze focused on an elegant female with hair that was such a pale green that it almost looked grey. She had a sharp aura to her, but it had nothing to do with swordsmanship, it was more about the way the air seemed to behave around her.

This was none other then the Princess of the Skies.

“Ah, you asked before I could.” Another woman spoke. She looked like an adorable little Lolita. She was barely 5 feet tall and her dress dragged behind her since it was clearly too long. However, her large brown eyes twinkled with an unprecedented intelligence.

This was none other than the Princess of Strategy.

“Don’t fight me over this one.” A delicate but shy voice called out. She had beauty just as breathtaking as the first two, but it seemed refined with an elegant and noble air as though she was a born empress.

Everything about her seemed elegant to an extreme, making even her gait seem like a work of art.

This was the Princess of Beauty.

Dyon was surprised at first, but then he chuckled. Although these princesses followed him and they knew that if Dyon accepted their legacies seriously, he was more than talented enough to learn them to their utmost extreme, they still felt like they wanted a true disciple.

When the three of them saw Clara for the first time, their eyes lit up.

The Princess of the Skies saw that Clara’s affinity for wind was even more overwhelming than her own. Plus, with a beast partner like the three-tailed silver back falcon, she would be able to dominate the skies and take up her mantle.

The Princess of Strategy fell in love with Clara’s intelligence almost immediately. She felt like Clara was the perfect candidate to become an esteemed general of the heavens. She wanted nothing more than to pass on her teachings to Clara.

As for the Princess of Beauty, although she didn’t sense an affinity for music within Clara, she felt that Clara’s disposition was perfect for calligraphy, painting and becoming an undefeatable goddess of Go.

Dyon smiled. “I’ll accept two of you following her, but not a third.”

The beauties frowned, unsure of how to proceed.

“It’s not that I don’t want you three to follow her, it’s just that my wife’s mind’s eye can only sustain the life of two of you with suffering any ill effects. A Third would bring problems.”

The princesses sighed. They knew that Dyon was correct.

“How about this. Princess of the Skies, Princess of Strategy, you two perfectly match Clara’s disposition. If she accepts you, you can follow her.”

The Princess of Beauty began visibly saddened, but she knew that this was the right choice.

“Don’t be disappointed.” Dyon looked toward the Princess of Beauty. “My first wife, Madeleine, is even more suited for you since her affinity for music is very high. Also,” Dyon looked toward the Princess of Melody and Ice. “My first wife can also accept you, Princess of Melody. And my second wife is perfect for you, Ice Princess.”

…

In the end, Dyon didn’t end up deciding on any constitutions. His master’s words about the ancient constitutions intrigued him, but there was next to no information about them.

Theoretically, those constitutions might not even be within Dyon. After all, the reason he had so many constitutions within himself was because they were taken from the billions of talents that should have been born on Earth but had their cultivations sealed.

Simply put, there was no guarantee that someone had been born with constitution and thus had it transferred to Dyon.

The only method Dyon had available to him was to meditate on the truths of his body. Since there was no information on ancient constitutions, he had to delve into his own body to see what secrets it was hiding.

To do this, he had to gain more control of his body. It was similar to the way one had to forge their own path with their manifestations. Unfortunately, Dyon’s understanding of his body was too low. The good news was that the treasures the Demon Sage hid might be the key to solving this issue.

The next morning, Dyon stood on the peak watching the sun rise with Clara in his arms.

“You really want to come?”

Clara gave Dyon a sideways glance. “What? Am I only good enough to be a working disciple too?”

Dyon laughed. “Fine, fine. Let’s go then.”

With a simple push of wind will, Dyon soared into the skies with Clara still in his arms, her silver robes fluttering under the morning wind.

After dual cultivating with Clara, not only had his injuries healed, he even felt slightly stronger.

Soon, the husband-wife pair made their way to the back of Soul Rending Peak. The atmosphere could only be described as being filled with fengshui.

Numerous small streams poured into just as many small lakes. The trees were so thick that it would take more than twenty adults to wrap around them fully. Even the air seemed far sweeter here… It was no wonder it was an area restricted for the Master of the sect.

The dawn’s light seemed to give the small area more character, filling those who saw it with a sense of calm.

At that moment, Dyon was thankful for the Life Stone. If it hadn’t repaired this area after the war, he would have never seen such a beautiful scene.

“When we get married, let’s get married here.” Dyon suddenly said. It was as though he couldn’t control his words, but he clearly meant what he said. “Let’s raise our children here too.”

A smile bloomed on Clara’s delicate lips. She didn’t trust her voice, so she just nodded, falling further into Dyon’s embrace. She had thought for a moment that Dyon had forgotten that she, Ri and Madeleine still wanted a wedding, but this clearly proved otherwise. Although their souls were connected, Clara, Ri and Madeleine didn’t want to let go of their childish dreams.

Of course, Dyon would fulfill their wishes.

**

There were two entrances to the Mystical Realm.

One was set on a timer, meant to open once every ten years in order to test disciples. This entrance was meant to be opened a few days ago, but it never opened. This was because the array had the ability to sense danger. Knowing that Soul Rending Peak was suffering an assault and also sensing many unfamiliar auras, it remained closed.

The second entrance was only able to be opened by the Master Symbol. Unless you were accepted by the ancestors of Soul Rending Peak, it was impossible to use this entrance. Trying to forcibly take control of the Master Symbol would result in your soul being obliterated.

Luckily, this was no problem for Dyon. It wasn’t even worth mentioning.

That aside, it was because of this entrance that Dyon could promise the former core elders a chance to use the Mystical World once a month for ten hours.

Clara played with the hamster twins and Little Wind in her hands as Dyon scanned the area. Now that they had tethered themselves to Dyon’s timeline, it was much easier for them to appear and disappear at will.

Soon, Dyon found what he was looking for. A small fountain in an equally small clearing appeared in his vision.

It was made of an ancient grey stone and was inscribed with a language Dyon didn’t recognize.

Dyon’s hand lightly brushed the ancient stone. “This water…”

‘It seems that this water is only a few decades away from becoming Holy Water. You’re lucky those greedy bastards couldn’t come back here with the control of the Master Symbol, or else this would long be gone. The true Holy Water was used up in the war though…’

A thoughtful expression appeared on Dyon’s features. He remembered that according to what he knew about the Life Stone, the active ability was known, but the passive ability was lost in time. He wondered if this Holy Water was related or not.

‘In order to open the gates to the Mystical World, you have to speak the words on the fountain while also having control of the Master Symbol. It goes like …’

Dyon’s voice grew hoarse trying to pronounce the words as his master dictated to him. By the time he finished the first phrase, he could already feel his vocal cords sheering apart. In the end, although he finished, he was violently coughing up blood.

Luckily, the fountain accepted his words as passable and began to slightly vibrate.

Unlike what Dyon expected, there was no grandiose ceremony. As he was slowly healing his throat, a calm blue portal appeared before the fountain, inviting him in.

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