Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

hat even Dyon had yet to fully understand.

But, the left, just above his black wing, a new image had appeared.
A pure white flame flickered, cascading a crystalline light over Dyons usually pitch-black wing.

Now, only three circles remained untouched.

Minutes passed as Dyon continued to be baptized in saint energy.
It seemed as though his soul could absorb a seemingly endless supply, but no matter how much people wanted to attack him now, they were weary of his demon generals.
The only people who could say that they stood a 100% chance of beating them would be the grand elders and heads of the Royal God Clans.
And yet, what Royal God Clan would lower themselves to interrupt the cultivation of a child?

Slowly, the blinding pillar of light began to fade.
But, what was left was probably more shocking than anything that had been there before.

Dyons body seemed to be carved out of the finest diamond in existence.

His skin glowed and his muscles rippled in such perfect proportion that had Ri not been in the same daze as everyone else, she would have definitely rushed over to cover him up.

His wings as doubled from their previous two, giving him two pairs and multiplying the tattoo etchings on his back.
Even their slight movement threatened to send everything flying into the distance.

Even Dyon himself was surprised as he looked down at his hands as though they werent his.
He was wondering just how powerful he had become.
He had never been able to make full use of his soul strength.
Even when his soul had been at the peak of the Essence Gathering stage, he hadnt been able to output power comparable to someone with peak Essence Gathering energy cultivation.
He could never tell why, but this had to be a problem with the techniques available to the soul.
And it was up to Dyon to figure out a way to make true use of his saint soul.

You idiot, put on some clothes.
Ri rushed over, barring Dyon from view.
Not embarrassed in the slightest by how obvious her jealousy was.
Dyon couldnt help but think that she looked quite adorable right now.
She had gone form being flustered over his potential life and death to worrying about such a small thing that hardly mattered.

It didnt escape her notice how much larger a certain member had become, likely due to Dyons integration of the demon sage essence, so she couldnt help but mutter to herself for Dyons ears only.
If that thing becomes any bigger, you can forget getting it anywhere near me.

Dyon grinned, his eyes flashing a purple gold as sweatpants materialized for him.
Gripping onto Ris hand, Dyon turned to his demon generals and smiled.
Thank you.

Thadius waved his hand and clasped Dyons shoulder.

Thanks is unnecessary successor.
Look at that, youre almost as tall as me.
Thadius robust laughter filled the quiet atmosphere as the clouds dispersed.

It was true, Dyon had grown again from his 1.9-meter height to just over 2 meters.
In fact, had he not supressed the growth in his height, he would have likely shot to at least 2.5 meters tall.
But, he didnt like the idea of reaching the height of those giants.

Alright.
Lets go.
Dyon didnt bother addressing the crowd.
What would he do such a thing for? He only planned to compensate the hotels owner and treat the injured before finding a new place to get used to his power.

But, unfortunately, it didnt seem like things would go so easily.

Wait right there.

Turning back, Dyon found a figure he had no impression of.
He gazed this person up and down, seemingly unperturbed.

He would soon come to know this man as Connery Sapientia.

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