Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

"Empress Aritzia… Should we…?" The attendant probed, playing with his sleeves timidly.

"You did well to report this to me despite the lack of solid connection. At these moments, every small piece of information is valuable.

"There were reports of a golden dragon in Soul Clan territory, but it somehow disappeared after massive fluctuations of soul qi ravaged one of their outer universes.

"Reports on Middle Lily City show that Madeleine has somehow hung on even to now.

"I've yet to receive any other reports from Water Mist Quadrant after their Grand Elder allowed Alexandria and Jaws to escape.

"My attempts to delve into the secrets of the 99th Quadrant have been stifled, and I can't find any individuals capable of using the teleportation formations to the 56th Quadrant.

"I've captured Virvor, yet he refuses to say anything even after being crippled.

"Somehow there is still no word from True God Sacharro or his Demon Generals.

"And now two new variables have appeared… No, definitely three."

Maybe if it was someone else facing these challenges, they would be frustrated. But, Aritzia's smile only grew wider and wider with each passing challenge she listed.

Suddenly, she turned to the attendant. "Don't be foolish. No, we shouldn't. The depth of the Sapientia Clan must forever remain a mystery to everyone. Our reserves mustn't be tapped into even for something seemingly this important. Instead, here's what we'll do.

"The matters with the Water Mist Quadrant have already been set, leave them alone. Even losing won't be too big of a deal. I only want to use BPA to confirm something.

"As for the middle tier… You sent me a report that Yandevere still hasn't shown up, correct? If she ever does, don't hesitate. Kill her when her guard is the lowest. Even if the percentage chance of her defecting is low, I don't like variables.

"Up to now, we've only mobilized the Golden Crow Sect… Light a fire under the Fiery Lotus and Flame Rebirth Clans. Remind them of who killed their top celestial geniuses. Even if Madeleine has somehow found a way to expel all traitors, that just means the Flaming Lily Sect disciple count is exceptionally low. So… Give them more enemies to contend against with those pitiful number.

"Finally, when the time is right… Leak our movements to Diasho Ken."

**

On the middle tier, just outside of Middle Lily City, the appearance of Lyla, Damaris and Zaire caused Yandevere to frown. How could she not? She didn't know who these individuals were.

In that moment, just as she had turned her head toward the voices, she suddenly felt an overwhelming danger coming from her back.

It was already too late to react, Yandevere's face paled slightly, but in the end, she sighed. The life of a traitor should end this way, no? Either way, she was never going to earn the trust of Dyon anyway. She would spend the rest of her life as a slave. Maybe one day when Dyon fell into the depraved cycle of the martial world like everyone did, he would turn her into his own personal sex slave.

She had no delusions that she was better than Madeleine, but men were animals. At least that was what she had learned in her short life. It was probably better for her to leave the world in this way instead of dying a depraved, pitiful death sometime in the future.

The male Goldeen Clan member sneered as his fists, coated in blazing golden flames careened toward Yandevere's delicate back. He could almost see her body impaled already.

It was difficult for pseudo-dao experts to communicate with their enigmatic qi. Usually, they would only apply small wisps of it to their attacks in order to bolster their strength, the rest of the time, they relied on celestial qi just like peak celestials did. Because of this, the young man knew that Yandevere couldn't react despite being stronger than him. He had already stimulated his enigmatic qi, but she didn't have the opportunity to do so, so she could only defend with celestial qi.

"Disperse."

Suddenly, the world itself tremble. The gentle voice of a young lady resounded, reverberting like the delicate ring of a silver bell. It should have been impossible for such a soft voice to carry such power, yet…

The ground quaked and the skies shook.

In that moment, the male's fist collided with Yandevere's back, sending her flying several hundred meters through the plains. But, the expectation of showering blood and impaled bodies never came to fruition.

The male trembled as he looked into the skies, his eyes training on a young lady with an adorable face and long pink hair. She hadn't moved from the spot she stood in, yet the male felt a deep fear in his heart, it was so much so that he stumbled backward, unable to collect himself.

"You saved her?" Zaire asked in confusion.

"You big dope." Lyla said with a doting expression. "If she was our enemy, why would they attack her? She's a subordinate of Big Brother's."

"Oh!" Zaire nodded in understanding. It wasn't that he was too stupid to understand this concept, Zaire was highly intelligent. Rather, he didn't jump to the conclusion Lyla had. He thought that Yandevere might be someone who had crossed into this mess by accident and since she was powerful, these bastards wanted to get rid of her while she was distracted.

Due to his draconic blood, Zaire wasn't a fan of saving the weak. If you died, then you were simply not strong enough, that was the way of the world. The only exceptions he had to this rule were his own family. If Madeleine had even a hair missing on her head, these people would be the first to pay.

However, Lyla had her True Empathy. She was an inherently kind person. Not just this, but she obviously not only knew of the male's intention to attack, but also Yandevere's intention to betray them.

Zaire hadn't wanted her to save them because the technique she used was a secret that shouldn't be disseminated easily. If it came out to save Madeleine, sure, it was fine. Madeleine was worth it. But, it definitely wasn't if it was for a stranger.

Yandevere blinked in confusion. 'I'm alive?'