Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God Chapter 2250 I Am Back.

Chapter 2250 I Am Back.

However, what Dyon had learned through all this time was that innate disposition wasn't the most important part of a person…

To now, he had experienced 109 lifetimes, 108 since his first life. He perfected his master's Cycle of Reincarnation Origin Grade technique and experienced the vicissitudes of life. In those times, sometimes he would meet a reincarnation of his wife, fall in love and live a happy life. Sometimes he would meet two or even three of them. And, sometimes, he would die before even finding them.

It was only in this life that he finally found all eight. Not only that, but he had even found his daughter, something that filled him with endless joy.

The Heir of the Angel Clan and the character for the second trial of the Epistemic Tower was exactly one of these lives that he experienced, a life he just so happened to come across two of his wives in. Unfortunately, it ended in tragedy, but the ending made it all worth it.

The only question left was why Dyon was doing this. Why is it that he was burning away his soul and giving away the power he had just awakened?

The reason was twofold. In fact, both reasons were incredibly important.

The first was because his soul was the only remainder of his first body and the only thing left in existence that transcended the Heavens. If Dyon used it as a sacrifice, then he would be able to open up the path for his body, comprehension and qi to truly do so as well.

If he followed the same path as his last life, even if he had the knowledge he had already acc.u.mulated, it would take him several millions of years to succeed. Even if this was still better than the trillions it had already taken him, he didn't have the luxury to wait.

Now that Dyon had awakened his memories, he realized that the matter concerning his Junior Brother wasn't so simple any longer.

His na?ve self would think that maybe The Ent.i.ty managed to find a way to descend to the mortal plane through special means. But, his current self wasn't so lacking in information. Even with the strength he possessed in his first life, strength that surpa.s.sed even the Heavens themselves, he would still need to pay a heavy price to descend to the mortal plane. It wouldn't put him at death's door, but it would definitely be taxing even for him.

Dyon knew well that his Junior Brother didn't have the ability to pay such a price.

As for who helped him … Dyon's gaze could only narrow, the laws of the plane around him shattering beneath his rage. Even after several moments, it seemed the incredibly st.u.r.dy s.p.a.ce of the immortal plane refused to mend itself back together.

As for the second reason Dyon was doing this, though it was objectively just as important as the first reason, in Dyon's biased opinion… it was even more important.

Dyon wanted to be himself. He didn't want to rely on some past life like some sort of cheat code. He was aware that this person was himself, he was aware that this was hard work he himself had already bled for. But… It still didn't sit right with him.

He wasn't making an immature decision, nor was it rash. He had a reason even for these thoughts.

During his 109th life, the timeline of the mortal plane split into two. There was the version of him who met Jade's elder self and the version who failed to do so. In the latter version, he lost his edge, becoming a careful man. Though he still eventually subjugated the mortal plane and became its sole ruler… To a man like Dyon who could have subjugated even the Immortal Plane in his prime, did he care about such an accomplishment?

The memories of that timeline left him wanting to vomit with disgust. Was that person really him? The kind who bided his time and schemes in the darkness?

If that person was him… He completely rejected it! Even if it was in a limb of his, he would sever it completely and live without an arm.

What mattered most wasn't your predisposition… What mattered most was the decision you made along your path in life.

That version of himself chose to be a sniveling coward and eventually lost. The version of him encompa.s.sed by his nascent soul lost himself to despair and became a murderous scourge.

As for this version of him… He wouldn't become either of these things. He would become the true Dyon Sacharro. The one who could make his wives proud. The one who could arrogantly look down at the world without becoming the killing machine the Heavens wanted him to become.

As the last bits of his former soul were purified, Dyon roared into the skies. It was a roar heard all across the Immortal Plane.

"I, the Nameless Immortal G.o.d, Dyon Sacharro, am back."

"I, the Nameless Immortal G.o.d, Dyon Sacharro, am back."

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In that moment, several old men across the immortal plane were startled from their deep slumbers. Some of them had been in deep meditation, other of them had been in true deep sleep, while others had been silently spending the last of their days in a rocking chair not much unlike Abraxus.

Cold s.h.i.+vers pervaded their hearts and sweat began to pour down from their foreheads.

They all felt it. That demon, that murderous blight on their immortal plane… He was back.

The Immortal Plane was incredibly vast. As a result, in the past, they had no small number of hegemons. After all, with so many star segments to control, it was impossible for a handful to oversee them all, especially with the poor reproductive rates of immortals.

However, now, there were less than 10 of them.

Why was this? Why else if not for the fact the Nameless Immortal G.o.d wiped them from existence for offending him in one way or another?