Chapter 40 — The Ultimate Truth
Nameless suddenly stopped, his thoughts freezing as a realization struck him with absolute clarity. He did not need to grow stronger through conventional means. There was no need for another breakthrough, no need to climb ranks like others. What he truly needed was adaptation—his body had to accept the divine energy flowing through the battlefield.
Nameless possessed a terrifying and unique ability that no one else in existence had ever demonstrated. While humans could form only one cultivation core, and rare geniuses could form two, immortals could stretch that limit to five. Even then, most immortals chose to master only one or two paths, because handling multiple cultivation methods required immense time and control.
Gods, on the other hand, were on an entirely different level. They could create dozens, even hundreds of cultivation cores. Some celestial beings held hundreds of cultivation paths within themselves, combining and refining them over thousands of years. But even they did not master all of them completely.
Yet Nameless was different.
He could create his own cultivation paths from nothing… and more terrifyingly, he could destroy them.
Destroying a cultivation path was considered suicide. It would shatter the core, waste years of effort, and cripple the cultivator's strength. No one in their right mind would ever choose that path. Even abandoning a cultivation method was painful enough—destroying it entirely was something no sane being would attempt.
But Nameless had no such hesitation.
If something became a weakness, he erased it without regret.
Sitting cross-legged in his personal dimension, Nameless began analyzing himself. His strength did not follow the normal laws of cultivation. He had already surpassed those limitations long ago. What he lacked now was not power, but compatibility.
His body could not properly handle divine energy.
That was the problem.
He relied mostly on spirit energy—the lowest form of cultivation—and immortal energy, which he could use almost infinitely. Even with such basic energies, his raw strength was enough to crush mythic and epic gods. That alone showed how abnormal he was.
But divine energy… that was different.
He had never truly learned it.
And now, that ignorance was backfiring.
Nameless closed his eyes and made a decision.
"I won't grow stronger… I'll just make my body adapt."
Around him, countless clones appeared in his timeless domain. Each clone carried immense power, far beyond celestial gods. They surrounded him silently, acting as pillars of energy and knowledge.
Nameless began the process.
He guided the divine energy into his body slowly, carefully, forcing his cells, his bones, his very existence to accept it. The pain was intense, but he did not react. His clones stabilized the process, feeding him controlled energy while preventing collapse.
Years passed.
Then decades.
Inside the domain, time flowed endlessly, while outside, not even a second moved.
Nameless endured everything.
Every failure.
Every breakdown.
Every reconstruction of his own body.
He refined himself again and again, forcing evolution upon his existence.
Finally… after countless years of adaptation—
He opened his eyes.
The divine energy no longer rejected him.
It flowed smoothly through his body, like it had always belonged there.
Nameless slowly stood up and looked at his reflection.
His appearance had completely changed. His hair had grown long, flowing down his back, and a thick beard covered his face, making him look like an ancient being who had lived for centuries.
For a moment, there was silence.
Then—
He burst out laughing.
"I look like some old grandpa who forgot to cut his hair for a thousand years!"
With a snap of his fingers, his appearance returned to normal instantly. His usual self stood there again, relaxed, amused, and completely unfazed.
Still chuckling, Nameless stepped out of his personal domain.
The battlefield appeared before him once again.
Everything was exactly the same.
The war was still raging.
The sky still trembled with power.
The gods were still fighting like madmen.
To them, not even a second had passed.
But to Nameless…
Decades had already gone by.