Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

In fact, it wasn't just his digestive system. Dyon replaced all the smooth muscles in his body with ones he could actively control. For a mortal, this would be a nightmare. However, for Dyon who had such strong soul strength, it increased the efficiency of his body to godly levels.

Now, he could at will control how fast his heart beat and how fast he digested food. Like this, he could not only use them to greater extents when he needed them, but when he didn't need them, he could completely turn them off, saving his energy from being wasted.

The last thing Dyon did to his organs was apply the very same defensive abilities he gave to his bones, allowing them to disperse attacks with greater ease without becoming injured. Finally, he shifted the place of his organs from their original locations as a minor life saving measure.

With this step complete, having taken 20 years, the beauty of Dyon's constructing body plummeted. It was hard to see the art now that his organs had been added, but there was no one around to mind as Dyon continued to build his muscle structure.

Taking inspiration from his previous deductions, Dyon already knew what he wanted to do. How much strength would increasing the surface area of his muscles give him?

He wanted to maintain his lean appearance, but he also didn't want to be too weak either. If his muscles only expanded and exploded with power in the instant he attacked, his strength would be far beyond what it was now.

In addition, with his vital qi dantian now created, he needed muscles far more robust than normal, or else he wouldn't be able to contain its power.

Fate Silk slowly spun, manifesting from what seemed like thin air to slowly coat Dyon's skeleton with a healthy reddish-pink color.

The strong filaments even an Immortal Essence expert couldn't rip apart intertwined with Dyon's meridians and blood vessels before covering his organs in a layer of impenetrable protection.

It was only in that moment that Dyon suddenly realized that there was no resistance against him reconstructing his eyes… He finally understood that he had broken through.

Dyon felt a strong pressure emitting from his eyes. No, it wasn't a pressure. Rather, it was an eagerness, as though a wait was finally over.

Dyon could feel the vacant meridians that once hid behind his right eye. After he ripped Hell's Right Eye from himself, they had been severed completely, losing the power they once held.

However, Dyon hadn't cared. He would rather harm himself than forge another connection with the Heavens. He wanted nothing more to do with it.

But in those moment, his vajra body quaked and tore through space, appearing without his consent.

Lands for thousands of miles around fell into an eerie silence, not because there were no life forms, but because those that did exist didn't dare to breathe. Even the most powerful existences in this Immortal Ancient Battlefield froze in place, hoping not to alert this absolute expert.

Dyon's vajra body was an existence of the Immortal Plane to begin with. Its power on the mortal plane was heavily suppressed and wasn't even remotely comparable to the strength it had now. In fact, the truth of the matter was that Dyon hadn't unleashed the full strength of his vajra body even during his battle with Emytheus for fear that he would be sent to the Immortal Plane.

If he had known he would be sent here anyway, he would have immediately gone all out just to make sure that Emytheus died a horrible death.

This aside, a vajra body was already a Godly existence on the Immortal Plane. Those who had strong enough Dao Hearts to manifest it were simply too few. Even those geniuses directly born into the Immortal Law Realm had to slowly build up their hearts for millions and billions of years before finally crossing this barrier.

It was no wonder no one dared to approach Dyon now. Dyon wasn't just as the Dao Monolith realm one had to enter to form a vajra body. His vajra body was far beyond the base level, having entered the Dao Vanity Realm. It was an existence not even 20 other individuals had touched in this era. Who would dare approach a land a senior had so very obviously claimed?

Dyon's empty eye sockets began to tremble fiercely. The black-gold and flaming halos of his vajra body turned slowly, clicking into place to leave a singular lofty eye at the top of it all.

In that moment, all of Dyon's calculations stopped. It was no longer a diligent calculus, but instead, he rode the ebbs and flows of his own emotions.contemporary romance

Dyon had been 15 years old when he awakened this eye. Today, he was over 200 years old, having experienced more than 300 years, and only now did it finally open a door to him…

Dyon's eyes rapidly constructed themselves. Compared to the 40 years he had spent to reach this point, it only took a few days. Yet, considering the speed at with his Fate Silk spun to form them, the fact it took several days was shocking in and of itself.

With how small his eyes were, and fast the silk spun to form them… Just how complex was the structure to still take so much time?

In the end, Dyon suddenly felt that Hell's Right Eye had never left his side. His eyes gained an inexplicable link to his soul, fusing his Perception and Immortal Sense as one…

Dyon felt like his gaze could pierce through time and space, observing regions normal eyesight just couldn't reach.

Its functionality was far beyond his Immortal Sense. If Dyon wanted to gaze at a place millions of miles from himself, he had to extend his Immortal Sense that far first. Even if he manipulated its form and formed a straight line as he had done in the past, his Immortal Sense would still need to cross that whole distance.

However, his eyes seemed capable of directly leaping over that distance, as though placing an eye in the sky at the exact locations he wanted to observe.

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