Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

However, the boost this gave was easily matched by his entering the Dao Realm. Before, the imbalance of Dyon's qi and body cultivation effected his ability to fuse his blood and qi as one. But now, that problem no longer existed. 

The fusion multiplied Dyon's strength several times over. It was to the point where it wasn't even necessary for him to use Titan Emperor's Will to match the Ancestor. Even without it, an 8th Stage Dao Realm expert could only fall before him. 

Oshire's face twisted. But this was clearly the reaction of the Ancestor rather than himself. How could the situation change so abruptly?

The truth was that Dyon could have never predicted this. He wasn't a masochist, he had no reason to put himself through such suffering. However, how could he know that his soul would allow him to comprehend so many things? 

How long ago had he consumed the nine cloud yang aphrodisiac? Back then, he hadn't even completed his inner world yet.

How long ago had he gained Amethyst's Primordial Yin? He was only 17 years old back when he first took Madeleine to visit the mortal world.

How long ago had he catalyzed his master's blood essence into a humanoid manifestation using the Florence Ancient Clan's technique? He had been 15 years old. Now, he had already experienced over a hundred years of life, yet it didn't bear fruit until now. 

Dyon had long since learned the benefit of not bowing your head in defeat. To always seek a path to victory no matter the odds. In the end, he had almost forgotten this truth. 

Compared to the reckless teenage Dyon who faced a celestial in the meridian formation realm, his older self really was too pathetic. If 17-year-old him heard he almost lost to a celestial despite having dao formation level strength, he'd probably laugh his pride into oblivion. 

"Come." Dyon's eyes seemed to hold the light of stars within them. 

He and Oshire streaked across the skies, their battle growing more and more ferocious with each passing moment. 

Little Yang watched on with a complicated look in his small white eyes. For a moment, he really believed it was all over. No… With his connection to Dyon, he knew that he too had given up. 

However, for some reason, Dyon decided to push himself again. Little Yang knew more than anyone that Dyon didn't believe his actions would bear fruit… His only thoughts were of taking one more step, of launching one more attack, of fighting once last time. 

Suddenly, the cynical Little Yang smiled. It was quite an adorable look for the little hamster. His cheeks bulged happily, and his whiskers twitched like a dog's wagging tail. 

Dyon felt Little Yang's change immediately. 

"It seems the Heavens are finally on my side for once." Dyon grinned. 

Dyon's body flashed, disappearing in an instant to appear to Oshire's back. 

His fist flew forward, shattering the barrier of gold in a single strike and sending him flying. 

But before he could come to a stop, Dyon flashed once more, appearing before Oshire to send his elbow across his jaw, sending him streaking across the skies once more. 

"Big brother, you did it!" Little Yin jumped up and down on Dyon's shoulders excitedly. 

"Hmph, of course I did." Little Yang said proudly, puffing out his little chubby body. 

Dyon's attacks and movements became so quick that a sphere of convulsing air appeared in the skies, its edges defined with every strike that landed upon Oshire's body. It was as though the pitiful Sapientia's body was attacked to a bungie cord, violently pulling up every which way. 

"How long are you going to allow this to go on?!" 

Dyon's heel smashed across the top of Oshire's head, sending him careening downward. 

"Show me the true strength of a Planet Grade Empire!" 

A javelin of coursing black flames and crackling golden lightning appeared in Dyon's hands. However, this time, their strength couldn't be compared to before. As Dyon's soul skyrocketed, his comprehension of his manifestation followed. In an instant, his flame and lightning dao seemed to cover the entire planet, looming in the skies at several dozen kilometers across. 

This was the power of 4th level Daos. 

Dyon's arm shot forward, his javelin tearing through space itself to appear before Oshire. 

"THAT'S ENOUGH!" 

A voice filled with rage shook Dyon's True Domain, threatening to force it to collapse. However, it wasn't Oshire's voice… The Ancestor who had said a single word until now finally erupted. 

[Incarnate] came in two forms. In the first, the strength of the original body would be taken into consideration. In this case, the Ancestor would control his or her strength such that once the battle concluded, their descendant wouldn't lose their life. 

However, the second form was used when this wasn't enough. Though [Incarnate] became available at the Moon Grade, its second form didn't become available until the Planet Grade!

Oshire's Ancestor, with his acknowledgement, did away with thoughts of preserving his life. He would push his strength to its absolute limit… If Oshire survived this, it would likely be a miracle. 

Without hesitation, Dyon entered the third stage of Titan Emperor's Will, his body glimmering like a shining gen as his palm struck downward to meet Oshire's. 

However, even with the second form activated, Oshire's limits still existed even if he was being held together by Faith. If the Ancestor pushed it too far, Oshire would erupt into a mist of his own blood and guts. 

The Ancestor laughed. "A splendid young talent indeed! Come to my Sapientia Clan, I'm certain that even the highest ranked Princess would be yours if only you asked." 

Even before this, the Ancestor had already acknowledged Dyon as a talent simply too unfortunate in challenging one of his descendants. But now, his evaluation was even higher. 

As a dead man, all he cared about was merits and karma. Bringing a genius of Dyon's caliber to the Sapientia would most definitely fulfill such needs of his. 

"Sorry. I'm not very fond of your Sapientia Clan."