Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God Chapter 1217 Meanie

Chapter 1217 Meanie

One had to remember that a 7th stage celestial had just stepped into the ranks of a high celestial. To be able to fight a low order second grade high celestial as a lower celestial was heaven defying beyond belief!
To jump from the lower order third grade to the lower order second grade was an impossible jump for most to make! For context, even ten lower order third grade celestials couldn't face a single lower order second grade expert of the same cultivation realm! This was the signification of grades and orders!
However, now, Dyon was on a completely different level. Even without using Titan Emperor's Will, a lower order second grade middle celestial was no match for him! In fact, even a middle order second grade middle celestial could only tuck tail and run! Dyon wouldn't run into a challenge until his middle order second grade middle celestial had stepped into the high celestial realm!
If Dyon used his Titan Emperor's Will… Even such an expert would be no match. At this point, one would have no choice but to be a first-grade expert to stand toe to toe with Dyon unless you were a peak celestial.
While the third grade had two divisions and the second grade had three divisions, the first grade had nine! The lowest being a first order first grade expert and the highest being a ninth order first grade expert!
In Dyon currently state, first through fifth order experts of the middle celestial realm would have no choice but to take him seriously. One can imagine how large these divisions were if it took Dyon 34 years to climb these five orders!
However, Gods wouldn't be any worse that the sixth grade… And True Gods? You would never find one below the eighth grade!
This was the martial world. With these 30+ years of cultivation, Dyon had finally made up for the time he lost, but he had only just begun his journey.
Still, Dyon wasn't finished yet… These geniuses, hadn't they all stepped into the celestial realm? Hadn't they all mastered a pseudo-domain? Didn't they all have faith backing their strength? Dyon had none of these things!
By the start of the 32nd year, Dyon had crossed into the peak of the 9th saint stage, only a single meridian away from the 10th. He was coming.
[Author's Note: I'm aware that this was a long explanation, but it's necessary to pay attention to for the power scaling of coming chapters to be as easy to understand as possible. The hope is I'll only have to say: "So and so is a sixth order high celestial," for you to know, "Damn, Dyon should run."
That said, I'd like to keep some mystery about Dyon's abilities, so here's another 20-year time skip. DKM <3]
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Just as the 53rd year ended, Dyon suddenly snapped awake as though he had awoken from a dream. He looked around in confusion before noticing a large marble filled with green and gold fog sitting before him at almost a meter in diameter.
Dyon gaze shifted up to the peak saint embryonic beasts gasping its last breath, its gaze filled with rage as it stared down its murderer. Its green wings lay limply, drooping down the sides of the asteroid they stood on. On its head, or rather, the half that remained of its large head, once proud gold fathers were dyed in blood, losing their sheen.
A moment later, Dyon seemed to understand. This was the first peak saint embryonic beast he had defeated in his time here, a Green Steel Feathered Eagle. Judging by the gold feathers on its crown, its bloodline was on the precipice of evolving. Considering the fact a Green Steel Feathered Eagle was a high heaven grade beast, such an evolution really wasn't something to be snubbed. It was no wonder it hated Dyon so much.
Dyon shifted the gaze from the eagles to his body and couldn't help but cringe. He could quite literally see his heart beating through his cracked rib cage. One could only imagine the state his lung would have to be in for his heart to be visible from the side. His left arm was missing half of its muscles and skin, he could see where his shoulder connected to his right arm, and several of his fingers and toes had mysteriously disappeared.
When Dyon tried to lick his lips to display his shock, he suddenly noticed a current of air that shouldn't have been there. To his horror, his fears were confirmed when he raised his hand to his face only to realize that almost its entire left side was missing.
'What the hell…'
In the next instant, a wave of pain overwhelmed Dyon. 53 years of accumulated wear and tear ravaged his body, overloading his nerves and almost frying his brain entirely.
Dyon's body turned stiff, convulsing violently. He grit his teeth, weathering wave after wave of the onslaught.
He couldn't believe how much it hurt. Dyon was a man who had had his body broken down to its very molecules, all to earn the right to energy cultivate. He could still remember his body turning into nothing but a mist of blood and meat… Even the pain of having his body nearly completely destroyed by a half-step transcendant wasn't this painful!
Seeing Dyon in pain, the green eagle's remaining eye shone with a gloating light before it finally passed away, happily dying knowing that it had caused its enemy to suffer. Dyon didn't have the time to realize that this creature seemed to have more intelligence that the other infernal beasts.
Had the other beasts been smarter, they would have likely run from Dyon just like Silver Fang had initially — due to his bloodline. However, they all fought him like madmen. It seemed that earning the right to have an infernal core was also related to one's ability to defy the heavens… The beast path was more complicated than Dyon have it credit for.
"Big brother!" The celestial beast babies, having finally gained the ability to communicate with essence energy watched Dyon worriedly.
The moment three adorable female voices and a surprisingly deep male voice entered his mind, Dyon knew who it came from. Although he hadn't always had his mind in the past 50 or so years, they had always been by his side. How could their relationship not grow?
Dyon grit his teeth, unable to speak. Slowly, he began to communicate with his inner world.
He was pleasantly surprised to see that it had grown along with his energy cultivation. He could sense that he was currently in the process of filling his 105th meridian, and with that growth in strength, his inner world had gone from stretching only about ten meters, to creeping up on about a hundred meters. Still, it was still filled with the same cracked and infertile land, looking like an ancient and disposed ruin ground.
The remainder of the 60% of healing energy Dyon saved began to flow into his body. Dyon had specifically not touched it in the last few decades to save it for this moment.
White flames danced along Dyon's body, slowly healing his ghastly wounds. Dyon could only chuckle bitterly as he watched energy he had saved for so long dissipate so quickly.
His chest was slowly restored, his arms regained their muscles and skin, and soon afterward, his handsome face reappeared. What once was a walking zombie had become a human once more. Unfortunately, the price was all of the healing energy Dyon had left.
Days later, Dyon breathing finally steadied itself after a deep sleep. When he awoke, he found four familiar faces looking down at him.
A beautiful celestial deer and tiger, an adorable celestial turtle, and a mischievous celestial ape who could already match Dyon in height.
Dyon grinned. "Aren't you four a little too useless? 53 years and still at the essence gathering realm? Isn't that too pitiful?"
The four looked at Dyon with aggrieved expressions. It was so difficult to cultivate here. It was even more difficult for them as celestial beasts because it was the exact opposite of their path affinity. How could he expect more?
"Meanie!" Biibi's immature voice filled Dyon's mind. "I'm telling Granny Celest on you!"
Dyon laughed heartily. Sometimes, going through years of hardship was only worth it for moments like this.