Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

Although the mortal world as Dyon and Clara once knew it was destroyed. It had to be remembered just how much of that data Dyon had stored on his twin bracelets.

Today, those bracelets were turned into the necklaces that Ri and Madeleine wore, however, the data within them was obviously something Dyon would never destroy. They had been sitting idly in his spatial ring for years now.

Considering Clara couldn't possibly remember every detail of everything considering she learned much of what she knew about governance as a mortal with flawed memory, the codex of books, articles and videos Dyon had were an invaluable resource. It could be said that what remained of the Mortal World could be found in this very room.

At this moment, Clara sat on the edge of her desk, her knees sticking close to Dyon's hips as though she couldn't tell how tempting such a position was.

Considering this wasn't the first time Dyon had burst into her office to express his lustful woes, Clara knew was what likely coming after this, but she clearly didn't notice that she was subconsciously expectant.

"Ah, they can wait. Let them feel some pressure. Those who are smart can tell that I'm not happy about what's happened in my absence. I'll give them this one last chance to fix their mistakes. If they can't, the punishment will be harsh and swift."

Dyon smiled, grasping Clara's hips and bringing her closer. The fact they now had six lower dao experts, one of whom was even of the first grade, made Dyon endlessly excited. He really had to thank the Demon Sage for taking them in and training them for some many hundred years.

That said, how could they possibly fail? Dyon had outfitted them with some of the best equipment the Celestial Deer Sect left behind, not to mention top tier healing pills capable of adding to one's lifespan. They would have had to be completely incompetent to fail.

As of now, Dyon was wondering if he should give a Divine Pulse Pill to Zabia or not. It was true that Zabia entered the dao realm as a first grade warrior, an absolutely monstrous feat that only True Gods would dare guarantee success in, but he was still only of the First Order. If he took the pill, he would only advance to the Second Order, but he wouldn't receive a Divine Pulse, meaning he would never have a chance to gain the abilities of a Martial Saint.

However, that was only one aspect of Dyon's thinking, another half believed that maybe he was being too greedy. A First Order Dao expert was amazing, could he really expect much better?

In the end, he couldn't make a decision, so he put it off.

Clara rolled her eyes. "You make it sound like you planned to apply this pressure. I know you've just gotten lazy –"

She wanted to continue her rant, but the trail of kisses Dyon was leaving along her neck made her lose her train of thought. At the same time, her knees involuntarily tightened around Dyon's hips, and that was all the invitation he needed.

"You know … Mm … If you wanted … to temper … Mm … Your spiritu … ality … Mm mm … You should try … Mm … Absti … nence ..."

Despite Clara's words, she had already thrown caution to the wind, running her hands across Dyon's wide back as she lost herself to lust.

By now, Damaris had lost count of how many times she had stumbled upon the faint moaning of Dyon's wives. She was starting to think he was doing this on purpose to annoy her.

If Dyon knew what Damaris was thinking, he'd probably send her flying with another palm strike. Who asked her to keep trespassing on his property?

**

Like this, an entire 6 months passed without Dyon taking any action whatsoever. As this went on, those who were confident in his work ethic began to waver. Could it be that his promises were empty? That the images he painted of fame and grandeur were nothing but that? Images?

Many couldn't help but feel disappointed, but there were others who enjoyed the current status quo.

With Dyon's funding, even working disciples of the various sects lived lavish lives, never running out of cultivation resources. What had once been a short supply of qi gathering pills became a nearly endless.

At the same time, the academies continued to flourish. With the addition of the Mortal Clan geniuses, their standards raised by another level. Although there were only 36 of them, each displayed talents beyond imagining, going from a point where they knew little to nothing of the martial world just 6 years ago, to a point where they had all entered the essence gathering realm as 9th Order geniuses.

Whether or not they could continue this momentum was up in the air. After all, with each subsequent cultivation realm, the title of 9th Order genius became more and more lofty. There were no shortage of mere 2nd or even 3rd Grade Celestials that had once been 9th Order Essence Gatherers as well. But, what one could say was that these Mortal Clan geniuses had a unique drive to them. They were eager to return home wearing stripes of glory, ready to tell their fellow clansmen about how amazing the martial world was.

Of course, these 36 geniuses only knew the flowery and beautiful portions of the martial world. Under Dyon's protection, who would dare to harm them? Even the Clans who Dyon was currently displeased with didn't dare.

But, for now, Dyon allowed them to keep their rose-colored glasses on.

During this time, another campaign season opened for Soul Rend Universe. It was obvious that even after Dyon decimated them almost ten years ago now, they wouldn't have given up after only a single attempt. But, although Dyon could no longer enter the gate considering it was an essence gate, that didn't mean he didn't have his own counter measures.

The process of capturing gates was long and arduous. After Dyon took control of all nine towers, it was difficult for the 99 universes to make a move with them being at such a great disadvantage.