Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

From the very beginning, the Pakal Clan, much like the Elvin Clan, split into two, the weaker of which fled to Dyon's home. It was in large part due to Dyon that the Pakals chose to side with the Belmont Clan instead of siding with the Ragnors. So, Dyon was truly confused by their behavior.

Caedlum looked up at Dyon. "What makes you think that the Pakal Clan is pulling away from you? This is just how we've always been. If Mistress Amphorae Sacharro wants to come back and rule our clan, we also wouldn't be in any real position to stop her as she technically is the most qualified."

Dyon felt that this conversation was getting him nowhere. He wanted to make Caedlum one of his commanding Demon Generals, but how could he when his personality was like this?

Although Dyon had set up military factions, he didn't dissolve the Demon Generals. Instead, they were in prime position for leadership roles. But, he really had no idea how to crack this Caedlum character.

Suddenly, Caedlum coughed awkwardly. Dyon could swear he saw a blush, but considering Caedlum's skin was red, it was too difficult to tell.

"Since you're here, I was wondering if you had seen Demon General Ava Sicarius. Thadius suggested that I learn some socializing skills from her since she was able to ingratiate herself with the Demon Generals so quickly."

At that moment, Dyon suddenly remembered the last time he had seen Caedlum display a burst of emotion. Back then, Dyon had mentioned that the daughter of the Sicarius Clan Head went to Focus Academy. Now that he thought about it, Caedlum's reaction had been a bit too… Excited hearing such words.

[Author's Note: This was a very long time ago, wouldn't be surprised if none of you remember. If you'd like a refresher, it's back during Chapter 32: Talk in the Clouds. Yes. I know. I took a long time to get to this plot point, LMAO.]

After knowing Caedlum for such a long time, he wasn't someone who would normally react like that even if the world was falling apart.

Thinking this far, Dyon suddenly grinned. It seemed he was blowing a small problem out of proportion. Caedlum was just suffering from unrequited love.

**

On yet another day of Dyon's extended vacation, he lay to the back of Soul Palace once more, half asleep.

"Why didn't you tell me about the Shadows Faction?" Clara suddenly asked.

By now, it had been several weeks since Dyon spoke to Caedlum and it seemed Clara finally couldn't hold in her questions any longer. Not to mention the family heads, no one but Dyon knew the details of the Shadows Faction.

This was an odd feeling for Clara who had technically drafted more than 90% of the current laws of their Mortal Alliance. She had known that Dyon refined a lot of the smaller details, but adding a whole faction unbeknownst to her was a bit shocking.

Dyon laughed. "You know more about it than you think."

"What is it?" Clara asked.

"How can we hope to conquer lands quickly without information? The reason no one ever succeeded in creating an Emperor God Clan in a single lifetime wasn't because no one was powerful enough, it was because the scope of the martial world is too large.

"Think about it. When we lived in the mortal realm, we didn't even understand all the truths of our planet alone. Even the solar system was incomprehensibly large to us, while the universe was our infinite. Even if we have millions of lifetimes, we couldn't delve into the secrets of them all."

Clara nodded, she of course knew the value of information.

"Now imagine blindly trying to conquer a universe. You know nothing about its structure, or even the location of your enemies. You might even have to blindly jump from star to star, looking for life.

"To make matters worse, our lives as cultivators are actually long enough for the life cycle of universes to affect us. Maybe not insofar as its death, but we definitely have to worry about planetary and star orbits. If we spend thousands of years attempting to conquer a single universe, suddenly, the landscape we thought we knew so well would become a completely different one."

This wasn't even something Dyon thought of until his master told him the location of the celestial deer sect's remaining legacy.

Back then, Esmeralda hadn't described an exact location, but instead she said this:

"According to the year it is, and calculating the orbits of the universes, planets and galaxies…" The 25th White Mother spoke quickly, using an ancient calculation means to provide Dyon the exact position of the Legacy World.

"You don't have to be in too much of a hurry. Orbits of such large bodies are very slow, so at least for the next ten thousand years, the position I've given you won't be too far from what I've told you. But, you'll have to recalculate the position of the planet when the time comes, or else you'll have to search the entire solar system."

It was then that Dyon realized that the scope of what he was undertaking was beyond his imagining. How could he coordinate billions, even trillions, of warriors with any sort of consistency in that sort of situation?

In this case, Dyon was only dealing with a single legacy that wasn't moving, but what if he suddenly had to deal with dozens of powerful enemies with hundreds of subordinate clans spread across countless solar systems. Just how would he deal with that?

He needed information. He needed it quickly and he needed it efficiently. If he didn't get it, he could forget about ever accumulating enough Fate to match the entity in battle.

A single campaign might last hundreds of years, larger ones might even last thousands, this was why largescale wars normally didn't continue past the Gates. It simply took too much out of both sides.

But, what would happen if you suddenly had information to the tiniest details about your enemies? If you could meticulously lay traps time and time again, and rout them completely?

This was what Dyon was after!