Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

For Clara, the remnants of the Mortal Clan were too pitiful to be of any challenge to her. Even the staunchest of opposition was easily dealt with. However, there was a limit to what Clara could do.

In truth, Clara's temper was just as short as Dyon's, however when it came to viciousness, she fell well short of where she needed to be to truly rule. And, after gathering all of the people from the first Legacy World together, she seemed to understand this about herself as well.

'I don't have the proper disposition of a leader.' Clara sighed to herself, looking up and into the skies. She tried to use Dyon's words to motivate the people, but often times, the masses could see through someone lacking charisma.

All her life, Clara was known as the silent and brooding tomboy. Her eyes were cold and uninviting, her emotions were often buried deep and she frequently used anger as a replacement for what she was feeling.

To top this off, her arrogance was no less than Dyon's. If it wasn't for the fact Dyon's life and death depended on her giving him her virginity, Clara had no doubt in her mind that she wouldn't be with Dyon at all. Dyon confessed to her at that one vulnerable moment of weakness… If he had let her walk out of that bedroom door, there would have never been a "them".

The combination of these character traits wasn't something that was conducive to leading.

Cold but indecisive. Arrogant but closed off. It was no wonder she couldn't convince these people of much.

Clara could only sigh. 'I guess it has to be you…'

The sound of Clara's disappointment seemed to silence the crowd. Many of their faces reddened in embarrassment. Here was a seemingly frail girl willing to journey into the unknown, but they themselves were too scared.

Although some told them that this girl was far more powerful than she looked, after decades of living in a mortal society, it was difficult for the older generation to wrap their heads around such things.

Clara couldn't help but berate herself when she noticed the shift in the crowd. She shouldn't have allowed her emotions to show so obviously.

"I will take three people from here." Clara finally said. "Those who have the ambition to follow me, step to one side and I will choose among you. Those who do not can stay behind. However…"

Clara's gaze sharpened. "Whether you decide to come with me or not, there will be strict and overarching changes here."

…

Just like this, Clara found similar situations in all 12 Legacy Worlds. In the end, she could only take three geniuses from each world to follow her and rely on Dyon to convince these people out of their shells.

Truth be told, neither Clara nor Dyon had any real obligation to help these individuals, but Dyon felt partly responsible for their plight. Although he never talked about it, Clara was very much aware of her husband's feelings. If it wasn't for Dyon provoking Matriarch Niveus' death, the mortal realm would have never suffered so much.

Clara found these thoughts to be ridiculous. After all, was it Dyon's fault that Matriarch Niveus sought his death first? Was it his fault that he was born with the soul kernel? Saying that any of this was his fault was the same as saying he was at fault for his own parents' deaths.

Thinking to this point, Clara couldn't help but sigh once more as she looked toward 36 young, bright eyed youths. They didn't look much younger than her, but Clara knew that she was already over 30 by now despite the fact she looked to be only about 20 years old… If they were still in the mortal world, she'd be a middle-aged woman and they would be snotty nosed brats. Such contradictory thoughts couldn't help but constantly run through her mind.

At the very front of these were three very important young teens. Two young girls, and a young man. These three were none other than the three credited with the auspicious signs that forced the 12 Legacy Worlds opened… Effectively saving the human race.

Kedar was an Arabian young man with bronzed skin but beautiful blue eyes. He stood tall with a clear arrogance emanating from him. Funny enough, the first time he saw Clara his eyes brightened so much that he immediately swore that he would make her his. Apparently the naïve little boy wasn't very scared of Dyon.

That said, Clara found it adorable only because Kedar hadn't exploited the women of his tribe despite having the power to. So, she forgave his little puppy love fantasies.

Allura was a French young lady with delicate and pale skin. She seemed shy, but Clara didn't miss the lofty glint in her large brown eyes. This girl was definitely a little schemer.

Sibyl was a Turkish young woman with a grand stature. Her curves were full and her chest was proud. Her hazel eyes were so piercing that they almost looked golden, while the clothes that covered her body were designed for peak flexibility.

Just as Clara was about to address them using the translation arrays she had labored over for weeks, the violent rumbling of the Earth caused her to frown. What she didn't know was that this exact moment was the moment Dyon triggered his saint tribulation.

Clara was torn. Although she had warned them of the dangers, she still didn't want to put these kids in harm way so soon. They weren't even meridian formation experts yet.

"Big Sister (Beautiful Sister), let us go!"

Before Clara could even finish her thoughts, three voices combined to call out to her. Looking at the glint in their eye… It seemed she didn't have much of a choice.

**

As the 36 young geniuses and Clara climbed in a transportation vessel pulled by Little Wind, other, similar occurrences, were happening all across Earth.

The Belmont Palace shifted into motion, the remnants of the Cavositas clan, even the lesser clans made moves of their owns, including the Big Sects and outer edge academies. Although Focus Academy no longer existed, many of their former rivals were very much alive and well.

However, one Holy Land in particular stirred that would have definitely caught Dyon's attention: The Bai Clan.

The term 'Holy Land' was used quite loosely in the martial world. It simply referred to a place where the valuables of a clan including their tombs and treasures were stored. This place also held the core teachings of a clan and the will of their ancestors.

For the Elvin Kingdom, their Tombs were located in another dimension entirely. The same was true of the celestial beasts. This was also the case for the Bai…

When Dyon learned that the Bai were devil cultivators, he suddenly understood many things.

During his Focus Academy days, he was well aware that Pillar Family Heads were lower essence gatherers at best, with most of them still being within the Meridian Formation stage. The only exception to this was Patia-Neva who was actually already a celestial at the time.

As for Head Bai, Meiying's father, he was also a meridian formation expert… However, the reason was more complex than this.

Although the Bai family couldn't be said to be overtly powerful, a cultivation realm so low was definitely too pitiful for a clan the Daiyu took seriously. The truth of the matter was that Head Bai's cultivation of the conventional path really was at the mere meridian formation tier. However, his cultivation of the devil path was already within the celestial realm.

The Bai family's Holy Land was filled with curse energy not as a form of protection, but rather as a by-product of their devil qi accumulating methods.

When Dyon first met Meiying, the number one thing he noted about her were her Violet eyes. The second thing he noted about her was the strangeness of her Feng Shui Compass will.

Niche wills like Meiying's compass will were never given formal rankings, but you'd sooner find a needle in a vast ocean before you found one that was weak.

Why was it that Meiying couldn't come with Dyon? Why was it that her family placed such importance on this will? And why was it that they found this will to be so important, yet still ship off Meiying to be married to the Daiyu?