Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God
chapter-1172

Silence reigned over the Belmont Holy Land.

Three celestials. Three otherworldly beings that stood at the top of their world… Killed in mere moments.

If Dyon said he was certain that he would win so easily, he would be lying. He was very much prepared for a long and drawn out fight, but he severely underestimated just what it meant to have regained his true constitution. And not only that, but to have also doubled its effectiveness.

Before Dyon essentially rebuilt his body, he could have barely been considering a fourth-grade body cultivator. The only reason he could fight toe to toe with third grade middle celestials were for three reasons: a) he had ignored his master's rules at the time and utilized a divine grade technique that multiplied his prowess by 64, b) he had given up tens of thousands of years of life in order to master half-step daos, an ability only peak celestials would have and c) he was in the third and deepest selfless state, something that maximized his battle power to inconceivable levels.

These also didn't mention other things like the fact Dyon's soul was a half-step away from the dao formation realm, or the fact he used the unsealed Dragon King, a weapon superior to many supreme grade weapons, in his battle.

It took all of these things in order for Dyon, as a fourth-grade celestial body cultivator to fight just one tier above him against someone of the third grade.

This wasn't a mistake. This was simply how large the differences between celestial tiers was. The difference between a third stage celestial and a fourth stage was massive. As was the difference between a sixth stage celestial and a seventh stage. These were the markers between the lower celestial realm, the middle celestial realm and the higher celestial realm.

It was because Dyon understood this that he immediately went all out against King Aumen, Head Geb and Head Horus. He still hadn't gotten an accurate gauge of his own powers, which caused him to go overboard.

Firstly, Dyon was no longer a fourth-grade body cultivator. Not only was his body equivalent to the first-grade level, it was the equivalent of the first-grade at peak perfection.

As most knew, the greater one's grade, the more defined the differences. The third-grade had two divisions, the second-grade had three, but the first-grade had nine. Dyon's body was now the equivalent of someone who had filled all 108 meridians at the saint realm before crossing the celestial barrier. Just that difference alone made him more than ten times as power without any added techniques.

Secondly, there was the change in Dyon's meridians. The act of re-establishing his original constitution was the equivalent of Dyon regaining his original set of meridians, the set he was born to receive.

Technically, his true original set of meridians is still within the energy kernel, but this was the beauty of cultivation. Every path was intertwined with one another. While a constitution might specialize in one path, it actually provided a boost in all three paths.

The Titan Diamond Body was a special case just like this one. It had twelve stages total, and each stage allowed one to be "reborn". Dyon, by stepping into the silk bronze stage, was essentially reconstructed from head to toe, discarding all of the bad, and replacing it with the good… There was a reason the final stage was known as the silk of fate…

The third and final point was the majesty of the Titan Emperor's Will technique…

Just from a basic level, one could see that this technique was ten times more potent than the Demon Emperor's Will technique. The first stage provided a 20 times increase, but the second stage would be a 40 times increase, while the third stage would be an 80 times increase. By the end of the first act, Dyon would already receive a higher boost in strength in comparison to the final stage of the second act of Demon Emperor's Will!

And, on a more in-depth level, Titan Emperor's Will boost not just body cultivation, but also energy cultivation!

None of this even mentioned the fact that King Aumen, Head Geb and Head Horus were pitifully weak. Head Geb and Head Horus were mere fifth grade celestials, the lowest allowed grade for a celestial. While King Aumen was a third-grade celestial, but of the lower celestial realm. They were simply incomparable to the warriors of the Grand Templar Sect.

The change in Dyon was so large that he could hardly be called the same person anymore. At this point, he could most definitely fight the two Kings of the Grand Templar Sect without needing that deep selfless state. And, he had more than a 70% chance of winning.

Dyon couldn't help but sigh to himself. He broke his master's rules thinking that he needed to, but in the end he didn't. If he didn't get a grasp on the limits of his strength soon, it would only be detrimental to him. He still didn't even fully understand just how much his silver mirror constitution improved in comparison to the normal version.

However, Dyon was happy about one thing: his roar.

Before, Dyon couldn't use his music will like that because his vocal cords were too weak. The human body was simply too frail. But, it seemed that the this Titan Body of his was far more robust that he could have imagined.

'If it's like this, I won't have to use the [Dragon Transformation] technique to gain dragon vocal cords. Maybe I can already use dragon language in my current state?'

Dyon, who was standing in the skies, lost in thought, almost didn't realize that he was the center of attention. In fact, even those close to him wondered if he had lost his mind.

However, it was then that Dyon looked toward King Mino. "Hey, I need a sparring partner. How about it?"

Dyon looked at King Mino who still hadn't moved from beginning to end. He shrunk down from his ten-meter size, returning to his normal height.

The moment he did so, it was as though an oppressive aura had finally disappeared, causing everyone to sigh in relief.

While waiting for the King's answer, Dyon couldn't help but think of the celestial beast babies. He had kept them with Mia and Bella, thinking that this would be a tough fight. But, it seemed he had overreacted.

King Mino looked toward Dyon with a fierce gaze. As a King, he couldn't show the turmoil in his heart outwardly, but to say he wasn't shaken by Dyon's display would be a lie.

Seeing that he didn't answer immediately, Dyon smiled. "Truth be told, aside from my little niece, Stella, I have no love lost for the Belmont family. I have every intention of unifying this universe and forming its first King God Clan in a long time. Actually, it could be said that I am already the leader of a King God Sect outside of this universe."

Dyon wasn't sure of how to mobilize faith, but his words weren't a lie. Soul Rending Peak controlled an entire universe, giving it the qualifications of a King God Clan.

As one knows, a God Clan was a clan that controlled a certain percentage of territory on a given planet, or a clan graced with this title by a Royal God Clan. A Royal God Clan controlled an entire planet within a universe. However, a King God Clan had to, at a minimum, control a single universe. One didn't become an Emperor God Clan until 25 universes were conquered and didn't become a Comet Grade Clan until an entire quadrant was controlled.

Dyon's words made Stella a little sad, but she understood where he was coming from and respected the fact he made his wishes so clear. Considering his power, the Belmont family didn't deserve to keep him under their thumb. Plus, she was well aware of how her brothers and father had treated this uncle of hers in the past.

"Why are you telling me this?" King Mino replied in a gruff voice. His tone was steady and forceful, causing his men to admire the calmness of their King even in this situation.

"I'm telling you this so you know I have no desire to kill you or rule you by fear. As you can see," Dyon pointed toward the Uidah, "My plans have been being slowly laid out for decades already. If you follow me, I can provide you with more benefits than the Shruti did by far."

King Mino's eyes narrowed. "How do you know about the Shruti?"

Dyon chuckled. He knew because the twins told him the origin of the armor they were wearing, but Dyon didn't want this ability of his to become common knowledge, so he replied differently.

"Saru and I can be considered good friends. Also…" Dyon's gaze sharpened. "I dare to say that even they can't compare to the growth I can provide to your bloodlines."

King Mino fell into silence.

Below them, the remaining army of the Geb, Horus and Aumen clans slowly crawled up from the abyss the fell into. Dyon didn't bother helping them, but his Presence was locked firmly onto Ur Aumen.