Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God Chapter 1914 Nerve

Chapter 1914 Nerve

He wouldn't allow anyone in existence to look down on him. Even that someone was the Heavens themselves!

"If you keep p.i.s.sing me off, one day I'll toss you in a cage!" Dyon glared at seemingly empty s.p.a.ce as he struggled to stand, taking his first step forward.

He grit his teeth, feeling as though his bones were crumbling beneath him. He found it difficult to communicate with Ancient Battlefield in this place, so changing his weight was almost impossible. This only made his journey forward more difficult.

'Didn't that old man say the Immortal Plane had its own Ancient Battlefield too? Then why the h.e.l.l can't I sense it.' Dyon brutally cursed his Grand Teacher in his mind.

"How do those on the mortal plane live?" Dyon spoke as he began to walk, trying to distract himself.

'Their population isn't as small as you think.' Little Yang said slowly, clearly becoming accustomed far more quickly than Dyon. 'About 20 to 30% of the Immortal Plane are Impures.

'Though this pain is terrible, it still won't kill you. In fact, the only chance this pain has to kill you is if you cultivate…'

Dyon laughed again. It seemed that when the Heavens wanted to play a game of psychological warfare, they were better than anyone else.

Imagine being born with a condition that forced you to suffer terrible pain every day. Of course, there was a solution for this pain. Yet, that very solution might very well kill you.

Maybe after decades of life, you had already gotten used to that pain. There were many others around you who also experienced that same pain, and they were fine, right…?

Dyon was sure that those born with so-called Immortal Bodies probably even concocted medicines to lessen this pain and make life more bearable.

So was it worth to risk you life? What was the point?

This was the question Dyon was faced with, that very same psychological ailment.

Why? Someone might ask…

Dyon finally made it to the black wood cabin after days of pained walking, and he finally saw the very technique he risked so much for.

Yet, the technique couldn't be moved. It sat there, on the attic floor of the black wood cabin, bobbing in an orb of light, as though to taunt Dyon.

You want to cultivate this technique? Sure… Here you go.

Do as you please… As long as you're willing to risk your life for it…

"Ha…" Dyon let out a sigh.

He now realized that the reason the previous Celestial Deer Sect Heads didn't manage to get very far may not have been entirely due to the difficulty in comprehending [One Above All]. Cultivating a technique in this kind of environment was more than just m.a.s.o.c.h.i.s.tic, it was no less than fetis.h.i.+zing death.

It took him four days just to walk a hundred meters, he couldn't even imagine attempting to cultivate here.

'… Wait.'

Dyon suddenly had an idea. Even if he couldn't move his real body very well… What about his Inner World's avatar?

After testing it for a few moments, Dyon did indeed find that his avatar moved along to his wishes and with absolute ease. But for some reason, there was a nagging problem in the back his mind. Was it possible that the solution wouldn't be as easy as he thought?

Dyon frowned before gingerly descending from the attic.

'This black wood is definitely not normal… I weigh over five hundred billion jin now, yet there's not so much as a creak…'

Normally, this wouldn't set Dyon off on a thoughtful tangent. Reason being, his body control was so high at this point that most structures he walked upon didn't feel any stress under his weight at all. It was only when he entered particularly fragile places that he bothered to lower his weight.

However, considering the current condition of his body, Dyon was in shape to be controlling his movements with any sort of fine precision. In addition, he couldn't seem to communicate with his Const.i.tution's World in this place, so he also couldn't adjust his weight. Yet, the cabin didn't so much as flex the smallest bit under his footsteps.

There were only one of two explanations for this. Either this wood was a material beyond his imagining, or, it was as the twins had said before and that even normal materials became much harder under the influence of the Immortal Plane.

After descending, Dyon found many things he had ignored on his journey up.

First, there was what remained of the Celestial Deer Sect's wealth. They were all stored neatly within numerous spatial rings, so Dyon could only check them one by one.

Currently, Dyon could be said to be quite a wealthy man. The first reason for this was because of the Dark Ocean. It was simply a wealth of resources that had remained completely untouched for millions of years.

Originally, Dyon had believed that it would only amount to 30 universes worth of resources, but the reality was beyond his wildest dreams. Rather than 30 universes worth, Dark Ocean was easily worth 3 quadrants worth of resources.

And yet… It paled in comparison to what was left by the Celestial Deer Sect.

Just the first spatial ring was filled to the brim with Enigmatic Energy Stones.

Just a single one was already worth a million transcendent stones which alone were worth a million dao stones!

There wasn't just one of these rings either. There were a total of ten, each of which housed 100 billion enigmatic stones.

Still, though this was a lot of wealth to the current Dyon, he knew that this was just the tip of the iceberg. He had learned long ago that the highest-level cultivators treated energy stones like trash. Many of them would only trade the most valuable resources in exchange for other valuable resources.

However, energy stones weren't useless. They were perfect for cultivators who had already reached the limit of their potential. Given enough wealth, these cultivators could break past their normal limits. And, since they had already reached the end of their potential, there was obviously no issue with them harming their foundations with energy stones.