Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

Chapter 779 Sainthood

Even as Dyon's defenses were shattered, and the rate of his rejuvenation slowed, everyone couldn't help but notice one thing. Why hadn't Dyon made use of his Angel wings yet?!

To all of those present, none dared to underestimate the bloodline of Angels. It could be said to be the most tyrannical bloodline in existence. While the Viserions had to fuse with beast blood to reach their level, the Angel clan could be said to have truly evolved by their own merit. They didn't rely on the blood of others to do so!

However, what these people didn't know is that Dyon had not a single clue of how to make use of his wings. In fact, he wasn't even sure if he had this so-called Angel bloodline. If he had Angel blood, why was his talent so poor? Why was it that his energy cultivation was so slow?

If he had Angel blood, how could he possibly need to rely on the accumulated talent of his human world in order to move forward in the martial world? Shouldn't his talent be his own?

Even if he ignored all of those questions, he had never trained in making use of his wings!

One was supposedly supposed to have an ungodly healing factor when their wings were in use, but Dyon had never noticed such an ability before.

One was supposedly supposed to be capable of moving at ungodly speeds and having innate spatial manipulation abilities when their wings were in use, but Dyon had never noticed a drastic change in his speed. In fact, he had made use of his wings in the space energy dense area of the Belmont Holy Land, had he not? Yet he still had to rely on the Dragon King to maneuver around the maze of tunnels.

Everything that these wings were supposedly supposed to give him, Dyon had benefitted from none of it! Was he supposed to think that just because his wings happened to be Angel-like, that they were definitely related? Even the well-informed Amphorae couldn't properly understand these wings of his.

At this moment, Dyon regretted not spending more time on movement techniques. He had long since learned the Celestial Wind movement technique, well back into his Focus Academy days. The problem was that it wasn't very compatible with his other techniques. And, even if it was, its effectiveness would be less than 10% of its peak without access to his wills.

However, Dyon threw this to the back of his mind. He knew that what he needed was speed right now. Even if he didn't have his wind will, he knew that his wings were capable of generating strong wings that a normal essence gatherer wouldn't be able to handle, especially now that his integration had increased.

His two fists careened forward, slamming into two scaled claws that were twice the size of his head.

Seeing Dyon take on the attack straight forwardly, no one was surprised when he was sent flying hundreds of meters. His body flamed, reaching inconceivable speeds as he headed toward a mountain in the distance. But, that was when a roar that resounded through the heavens erupted from his lips.

In that instant, a blinding light outshone the skies, completely obscuring Dyon from vision.

King Viserion froze. For an instant, he thought Dyon was cheating and undermining their usual rules. But, he immediately dismissed that idea. He didn't feel any energy fluctuations, nor did he sense any soul power or wills. It was… Something else.

It was as though Dyon had tapped into wills, without using them. As though he had become the embodiment of those wills… But where did he go?

It was only at that moment that they all realized that the blinding light wasn't an anomaly… It was Dyon himself!

Silence reigned as they all stared up into the skies in awe.

A god stood in the skies, his features expressionless and handsome without compare. Six Golden wings reflected the light of the sun as though they were crafted by individual panels of metal. There was no doubt in anyone's mind that their defenses were no less than that of King Viserion's third stage battle form!

Flames of white and black danced around the majestic wings, but the most eye-catching were the flashing arcs of golden lightning that threatened to destroy everything they touched.

Six circles of black-gold rotated silently behind Dyon, giving off an imposing yet unique aura every time a new one rotated to the very top.

The wings were so large that they threatened to blot out the skies, spanning more than three times Dyon's body length!

The hearts of those observing palpitated violently, it was as though the need to worship was being etched in their bones. The feeling of inferiority was only emphasized when they noticed the golden hue of Dyon's skin and hair. His entire persona screamed 'Unmatched, even by the heavens!'

In that instant, Dyon noticed something he had never felt before. In the past, when he used his wings, there was a disconnect. It was the talent of his soul, not his body, so it felt odd to use while his soul was sealed away.

But now?... He felt as though he had crossed over a barrier. Everyone knew that the most powerful soul manifestations were capable of making changes to their user's true body… It seemed Dyon had a break through…

Dyon suddenly felt his body became more robust and stronger. It was as though his multiplier of 8x suddenly became closer to 10x. He didn't fully understand why, but it wasn't something that escaped his notice.

What Dyon didn't know was that the moment his two manifestations fused and manifested themselves with his soul sealed, his mastery of them had reached a level rarely seen. A level that truly allowed ones soul talent to be translated directly to power!

While Dyon didn't have 100% access to these abilities with his soul still sealed, he would soon learn that he had finally found a method to remove many of the shackles on his soul.

The truth of the matter was that this state should have taken much more time to reach. Dyon had 6 flaming circles to fill, and only by reaching an all new state of soul would another be unlocked.

However, Dyon first unlocked his black flames prematurely. His unbridled abyssal anger when he saw the death of Miss Everdeen and the burnt orphanage pushed him over that edge. Then, when his soul broke into sainthood, he unlocked his white flames. As for the very first image of the eye, he unlocked that the very day he manifested his soul.

Keeping with this logic, his eye manifestation was meant to correspond with a foundation level soul. It had yet to be used effectively by Dyon because he only had only one true eye technique, but it was there nonetheless.

His weapon's hall manifestation corresponded with his meridian formation level soul. This was why he immediately had it the moment he manifested his soul because he already had a Lower Blossom stage soul at that time.

His black flames were supposed to correspond with an essence gathering level soul. However, they were triggered prematurely. Which was also why Dyon didn't trigger another manifestation until he crossed into sainthood with his white flames!