Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

Luckily, the Ancient Battlefield gave Dyon the perfect excuse. While he knew that it would only descend after 112 years, everyone else believed that it was right around the corner. Dyon used this to make the Clan Heads realize that there was no choice. If they didn't raise their Faith quickly, their future would come to an abrupt end.

Like this, yet another fire was lit under the Clans of the Mortal Alliance. Not only did they have to worry about the end of the 1st Tier Clan probationary period that was rapidly approaching, they now also had to strengthen their foundations so that they could properly claim military merits once the war began. They all understood that war wasn't only a place of death, it was a place to change their destinies.

The Clans that would rule the Mortal Alliance and the Clans that would end up at the bottom rung of their Alliance would all be decided with the next war. Did they want their descendants to live by walking on eggshells? Or did they want their descendants to strut with their heads held high?

This was the environment Dyon fostered.

The first Clan of note wasn't a Clan at all, but rather a collection of them – The Elves.

Ri forced herself to leave Dyon's side. Though she was worried, she knew that she was of no help simply watching him struggle.

Every time his brows furrowed, she felt a pang in her heart, but she steeled herself. Since she had decided to take on the role as Elvin Queen, she did as much.

Before Dyon's appearance, the Elvin Kingdom was in shambles. Orphans were without homes, there were massive divides and competition between pillar clans, and an infestation of hopelessness infiltrated their culture.

The Elves had lost their pride.

Though Dyon's father-in-law, King Acacia, blamed himself for much of this – and likely rightfully so – the reality was that this wasn't entirely his fault. The Elves had lost their path long ago, King Acacia's actions only worsened the matter.

Now, much of the administrative matters were dealt with thanks to the structure the Mortal Alliance provided, however, the Elves were still facing a culture issue that couldn't be solved in a few days. Ri had a massive task ahead of her.

The first thing she did was rip down the prior structure and rebuilt it using Dyon's vision.

Firstly, her father officially stepped down as King, doing away with the title. Ri was thus named Clan Matriarch.

The second aspect was a matter of optics and the first step in reforging the way the elves saw themselves. The Elves would no longer be known as the Elvin Kingdom, they would be known as the Elvin Clan. Not the Elvin Clans, but the Elvin Clan.

The third action Ri took was the disbanding of the various academies and guilds. Though she wanted the elves so have their own sense of pride and identity, she didn't want this to be at the expense of the holistic culture of the Mortal Alliance.

By tearing those structures down and fusing the elves with the Alliance, the differences between greater and lesser elvin clans would become smaller.

These matters became easier with Little Lyla by Ri's side. A True Empath and the Elvin Queen standing hand in hand made any discontent fall on deaf ears.

Despite doing this, Ri knew that these issues would be slowly fixed with the influence of the Mortal Alliance over time, this was just how Dyon and Clara designed to be. What the Elves needed most wasn't just cultural reform, but strength.

What better way could there be for the Elves to regain their confidence if not by displaying their strength?

Luckily, Ri had the perfect method of doing so.

Elves were known for the beast taming abilities, but the duty of the Elvin Queen was a step beyond that. Not only should she quell the beasts under her command, but it was also her duty to nurture the growth the Elves.

That day, the projection of a mighty tree appeared on Planet Soul. What once was already an atmosphere filled with life and vitality took yet another massive step forward as the illusory image of the World Tree appeared.

Elves were born with strong constitutions. From the very first time Dyon stepped foot in the Elvin Kingdom, he learned that Elves were innately born with bodies the equivalent of Earth Grade Constitutions.

As for the Mathilde Clan, they who hadn't lost much of their strength were innately born with bodies that stood on par with Heaven Grade Constitutions.

These matters shouldn't be taken literally. There was a reason there were only 33 constitutions, 11 for each grade. They were incredibly rare. Even a mere Earth Grade Constitution was enough to help a genius rise up to the upper echelons of the Martial World.

What this truly represented was simply a baseline of strength. Their bodies couldn't be described as normal, and as such, the most apt comparison was provided by those with constitutions.

The best way to describe it was that elves were gifted with the bodily upgrade those with constitutions had, but lacked the unique abilities that truly made a constitution a constitution.

For example, Ava's Silver Mirror Constitution innately thickened her qi, giving it great defensive properties. In addition, her meridians were appropriately reinforced in order to withstand this thickened qi.

An elf might have a reinforced meridian wall, but wouldn't be able to thicken their qi or use it defensively. In addition, their meridians wouldn't be as thick as an individual with Ava's constitution either. They essentially had bodies a step above normal cultivators, but not as great as those with constitutions.

This made the few elves that did have constitutions stronger than even normal humans who had the same constitution!

Somehow, still, a Clan with such talent had actually fallen so far… It was because they had forgotten what it truly meant to be Elves.

Ri knew she had to take action to fix this, so she called down the World Tree for help.

It wasn't a simple matter to send a projection of itself into this World, but luckily, this was where the vaults of treasures the Elves left behind came into play.