Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God Chapter 1087 BOOM

Chapter 1087 BOOM

As Head Todu was making her a.n.a.lysis of Dyon, the man in question had begun silently meditating as his clones trained.

Suddenly he sneered, secretly feeling the Master Symbol hang from his chest.

Even Dyon had underestimated how much control of this Mystical World the Master Symbol gave him…. he had heard every single word of their conversation!

Clara raised an eyebrow when she saw Dyon's expression, but didn't say anything. Instead, she reclined leisurely in Dyon's arms, watching his clones fight. What intrigued her the most was the fact Dyon's clones had weapons that exuded such a powerful aura… How did it work? They couldn't actually be peak Spiritual weapons… Right?

Ever since Dyon awakened his manifestation, he knew that he had the ability to call upon the essence of weapons at a level dependant on his soul. When he had an essence gatherer's soul, he could manifest Master level weapons. At the saint soul level? He could manifest Grandmaster level weapons. Now that his soul had climbed to the very peak of the celestial stage, he could manifest Spiritual level weapons.

The only restriction to this ability was the fact only Dyon and extensions of himself could use these weapons. If others tried, the weapon would dissipate. Of course, there was also the matter of Dyon's soul stamina.

However, to Dyon, creating 9999 10% clones was as easy as breathing. The only reason he didn't create more was because his training efficiency would fall instead of increasing due to the limitations of his split mind's technique. This meant he could focus his all into sustaining those weapons.

Suddenly, Dyon's master threw cold water on his parade. "You're cheating. You're not allowed to use weapons greater than the common level. Don't make me come out there."

"But…" Dyon's domineering aura was halved. He was technically using his own abilities, how was this cheating? He wanted to cry but he had no tears to give.

"No buts." The 25th White Mother replied firmly.

Dyon sighed. With a wave of his hand, the majestic armor and weapons of his clones disappeared. In their place, Dyon concentrated only creating numerous common level weapons. He had the most trouble creating bows and arrows, but in the end, he still completed the task before the horde of beasts could reach them.

Clara giggled, finding the whole process funny.

However, the four family heads took this scene completely differently. Even when the 25th White Mother's mother wanted to defend Dyon, she couldn't help but shake her head at this scene. They all thought that Dyon had tried to show off but used up too much of his soul's stamina and was forced to take a step back.

The mischievous Simia family head erupted into laughter, grabbing onto his toned, hairy belly as though he had just seen the funniest thing in the world.

The Tudo family head only shook her head, closing her eyes and leaving along with the still laughing Head Simia and the killing intent filled Head Tigris.

That said, after a moment, Head Arie's eyes glowed with a realization. The others might not understand the soul path as beasts, but she did. In addition, her sensory abilities far outstripped the three others combined.

The Tudo family head's a.n.a.lysis was so off exactly because of this. She believed she could easily see through a junior despite having poor sensory abilities because she thought the difference between her and Dyon was far enough. Unfortunately, she was wrong.

But, Head Arie didn't have this issue. Her eyes grew brighter and brighter as she watched Dyon's clones fight.

'He's a genius! No… Genius isn't enough to describe him! I'll see if you old fogies dare to touch a hair on my grandson's head.'

Head Arie had already felt an intimate connection with Dyon. She was absolutely certain that he was a genius chosen by her beloved daughter and as such, she saw Dyon no differently than she would her own grandson. Who cared if he was a little arrogant? Grandparents would always cover for the flaws of their kin.

Dyon's clones worked like their own army, utilizing Dyon's personal tactics all while practicing new techniques.

1111 archers stood at the very back, split into 11 groups of 101 each. Every group practices a different lower common level technique.

8888 warriors separated into teams grouped up on beasts together. 1111 staff wielders, 1111 sword wielders, 1111 knife wielders, 1111 saber wielders, 1111 spear wielders, 1111 halberd wielders, 1111 glaive wielders, 1111 battle axe wielders and 1111 knife wielders… Each separated into 11 groups of 101 with each group practicing their own unique technique.

Only Head Arie and her attendants saw through this. Dyon who was meditating leisurely with his wife in his arms was actually practicing 99 techniques at once! And they were all progressing at a mind-numbing pace!

Each clone fed off each other. It was as though 101 minds came together, each picking out each other's flaws and improving step by step. It seemed that there wasn't a single ten-minute span that could pa.s.s without a breakthrough occurring.

On a small scale, this was a much slower pace than when Dyon entered his selfless state. But… When that slower pace was multiplied by so many clones… It was far grander than anyone could imagine!

Every time a clone died, a white lily would immediately appear in its place and yet another Dyon would step in its place.

And maybe the scariest part? With every death Dyon experienced, his level of understanding toward his most fearsome will advanced at its own fear inducing pace…

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Clara's eyes sparkled as she looked at Dyon. By all rights, she should feel uncomfortable due to the death aura radiating off of him, but she somehow felt very comfortable.

Dyon's hair inexplicably grew from its short length before it began flickering in and out of a bland white state… This white was nothing like the blinding holy white of the celestial beasts. Instead, it was almost grey, even giving off a faint black fog.

The transformation seemed incomplete, but it also seemed to be the birth of something new.

When Dyon fought the copycat in his fourth trial, that copycat had made full use of his death will. His hair grew long and white, his caramel skin paled to an ice like consistency, and he even grew almost an entire foot in height.

Dyon didn't truly understand these changes. Wills were supposed to be external sources of power, no? They were meant to call down on the heavens, using the soul as the mediator, to implement power to your attacks. The stronger your comprehension, the stronger your connection with the heavens, and thus the stronger your will would be.

What did that have to do with changes to the body?...

However, Dyon also remembered something else at that point.

When Ri used her void will, her hair turned from its silver-blue to a jet-black. When Madeleine's celestial will upgraded to the supreme law level, she was bathed in a pure aura that added a golden sheen to her purple hair. When Alidor used his Ethereal Permeation, his brown hair became a blazing gold.

All of these events had one thing in common: they were all caused by supreme laws.

One with mind… One with heart… This second level intent was Dyon's current understanding of death will. But… One with body was next… To embody death with his own body, was he truly meant to die?

It couldn't be, Dyon had experienced death thousands of times by now. Whether it be the first time he learned death with, his fifth trials, or even as his clones died right now, he had experienced it too much.

'No. Accepting death isn't my path. Allowing my clones to die and comprehending the feeling isn't my path. My path is the sovereign path! I lord over death! My clones die, yet like a G.o.d I can revive them and form a new one! Death means nothing before me!'

BOOM!

A vulgar, black fog erupted from Dyon's body. Yet, it didn't harm Clara in the least. Dyon saw himself as the lord of death, he would never let death take a hold of his wife's fortune.

'To comprehend a new level of death will in a place filled with such high levels of life qi…' Dyon's master shook her head as the same moment her mother did while watching Dyon above. This young man was truly too impressive.