Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God Chapter 1207 10%

Chapter 1207 10%

"They aren't true Infernal Beasts because they lack the intelligence of one… H- however, in a lot of ways, they're more dangerous this way. All they have is their basal instinct to survive and evolve. Their intelligence is less than that of a common grade beast, but their power is equivalent to a heaven grade beast at worst. If you come up against one of the celestial realm… It's best to run."

Dyon's jaw clenched. Heaven Grade beasts were the equivalent of second grade human warriors, so why was Little Yang speaking about them like this?

As though reading Dyon's thoughts, Little Yang continued. "This is not the Heaven Grade of the Modern Era I'm referring to… It's the Heaven Grade of the Chaotic Era…"

Dyon's eyes contracted.

When he came back from his const.i.tution's world, one of the first things he did was consult with the hamster twins. After all, they had knowledge of all of history hidden within their bloodlines.

In truth, the reason Dyon couldn't move within the t.i.tan World was because of two reasons.

For one, he hadn't tapped into all of the abilities of his const.i.tution. In reality, because he had entered the bronze silk realm, his body alone already weighed one billion jin. However, currently, his body weight was no different than before he awakened his const.i.tution. So, where did all of that weight go?

The answer was simple, his excess weight was residing within his const.i.tution's world.

A true t.i.tan could destroy a planet simply by landing softly upon it… Yet Dyon couldn't even move in his true form! It was truly too sad… Until Dyon's strength could reach billions of jin, entering his const.i.tution's world was simply suicidal.

That said, there was good news as well. By slowly increasing the weight that was allowed in this s.p.a.ce, Dyon could train himself. Over the past six months, he had already increased his weight to 500 000 jin.

This might seem light for a celestial like Dyon who could lift weapons weighing a million jin. But, one's own body weight was far different from a weapon. Spending days at this weight made Dyon's muscles light on fire. Even lifting a single finger required ridiculous amounts of strength.

The second reason was related to the first but more nuanced. Those born of the chaotic era were simply of a different caliber. Their muscles were denser, their meridians were thicker, and their apt.i.tudes were greater. Dyon simply hadn't properly adapted, as such he couldn't make use of his new body.

These infernal beasts within this s.p.a.ce were making use of the chaotic energy to reinvigorate their bloodlines and tap into potential they shouldn't have. It wouldn't be a surprise if Dyon struggled even with a saint realm infernal beast!

This was what it meant to have true battle prowess. It was why despite stacking so many const.i.tutions, Dyon still wasn't certain of his ability to shatter the next seals of his Dragon Phoenix Dual Cultivation technique.

"Little Yang, I have a question."

"Mhm?"

Dyon suddenly grinned, not feeling any fear whatsoever. In fact, his eyes glowed such a fierce red that he almost looked like a beast himself.

"Can I eat them?"

**

Dyon's life fell into a monotonous cycle of blood pumping near death experiences. He nearly lost his life so many times that he lost count. If it wasn't for the demon sage tower's ability to shrink to the size of an atom coupled with the poor sensory and intelligence of the embryonic infernal beasts, Dyon would have died a million times over.

The infernal beasts weren't as disgusting as the bull-bird, but they weren't pleasing to the either.

Often times, due to the vicious nature of their environment, these infernal beasts would stalk around the universe with ghastly wounds covering their body, adding to their disgusting appearances.

The first beast Dyon met on his way to the coordinates left to him by the demon sage was a black scaled serpent just a few hundred years away from becoming a flood dragon.

Its jaw hung from its mouth on only a single stringed ligament. Its tongue was chopped in half, making its habitual 'sss' sound more like a sick man blowing air through a straw.

As for its body, numerous white ribs stood exposed to its side. One could even see its heart with a bite taken out of it if you looked closely. With its every pump, some blood would flow through naturally, but about 10% would be lost every time.

The worst part was that its tail was cut in half, causing an unnatural fork to its back. Yet, it fought with the tenacity of a well-rested Emperor protecting its kingdom. Its power was too much for Dyon to handle, making him have no choice but to run away.

Such a sight became common place for Dyon. He would fight for as long as he could, often leading to disgusting injuries of his own, but he would be forced to run away in the end. Forget eating them, he had to be wary of getting eaten himself!

It wasn't until the end of his third month, after thousands of battles, that Dyon finally gained his first victory. It was only then that he could faintly feel his t.i.tan will creeping toward the second stage from the first will level.

**

On a large asteroid, a battle that resounded through a small part of Chaos Universe was taking place. In fact, the beast and man fighting had lost count of the number of asteroids they had jumped to and from. It seemed impossible for any normal asteroid to withstand the impact of their battle.

Blasts of energy radiated outward as the young man careened his fists toward a red-scaled lizard emitting skin blistering heat.

While the efforts of the young man were valiant, he was completely bloodied. Dead skin and muscles hung from his arms, one of his eyes had permanently swollen shut, and it seemed that his left arm was broken despite the fact he swung it forward with no remorse.

The lizard he faced was none other than a Fire-Tongued Empress. It was normally already a difficult enough opponent as an Earth Grade beast, but after being tempered by chaotic energy for so long, it was capable of beating down on the young man before it with little to no qualms.

For every punch the young man landed, he took triple the number of tail whips, vicious bites and licks of fire. To say he was losing the battle was a severe understatement.

Still he persisted, his eyes burning with pa.s.sion and his blood pumping with the force of a raging waterfall.

A deathly spikes tail slammed into the young man's broken left arm, causing him to spit up blood profusely.

Gritting his teeth, the young man was flung through the asteroid belt for several tens of miles before slamming into yet another field of chipped rocks.

"I don't believe that I can't win even a single fight!" The young man roared toward the oncoming lizard.

Within a small speck hovering just outside the range of the battle, six baby beasts watched on with weird expressions on their face.

Little Yang rolled his eyes for the millionth time. Little Yin looked worried, but giggled every so often. Sen mischievously picked up Shere by her long white tail before scurrying away from her adorable roar. Then there was Biibi and Linlin who did nothing but sleep. They didn't seem worried about their master at all.

"Big brother, why do you think he isn't using his weapons?" Little Yin suddenly asked.

"Can't you see that he's lost his mind? He's so entrenched in trying to comprehend his t.i.tan Will that he's tossing away what it means to be human. I can't say that his method is wrong though… It's just that his t.i.tan Will follows the sovereign path. If he can't even beat saint beasts as a celestial, how is he convincing himself that he can rule anything? It's no wonder his t.i.tan Will is still at the 1st will stage."

"At the very least, he should use that healing energy or his t.i.tan Emperor's Will, no?" Little Yin turned a worried glance back toward Dyon's valiant figure.

"He's following his master's rules. He's not allowed to use techniques above the common grade yet, remember? Plus, even if he could, there'd be no real point. He has so much room to grow in just his base form. The best way to grow in your base form is to use your base form." Little Yang explained.

Little Yin giggled to herself. She herself knew all of these things without asking her elder brother. After all, they were both celestial hamsters. It was just that she did her sisterly role of stroking her brother's ego.