Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

After doing the math, they understood that there was no longer anymore hope. There weren't enough territories left to bridge the gap!

--Clan Rankings--

1st Place – Sacharro Clan

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--Battalion Rankings--

1st Place – Blood Phoenix Battalion

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--Individual Rankings--

1st Place – Dyon Sacharro

[Author's Note: the merits of the celestial beast babies count for Dyon since they're his partners.]

Dyon, however, wasn't paying attention to the Federation any longer. Truthfully, it had all been a game for him from the very beginning. Instead, he was enjoying some quality time with his daughter.

"Is that it, dad?" Alauna's large eyes blinked as she watched Dyon roll a dense blackness that seemed to want to engulf everything in existence. In truth, if it wasn't for Dyon's strength, the object really would…

"Mhm… This is it… Hell's Right Eye."

When Dyon held Hell's Right Eye in his hand, he felt an inexplicable closeness and trust. He didn't know where this feeling came from, but he had always trusted his instincts.

What was it that his grand teacher had said back then…? … Unless he could reach the Fate Silk Realm of his Titan Diamond Body, or find Hell's Right Eye and Heaven's Left Eye, he could forget about ever comprehending the his sixth dark gold halo.

Wait, was it his grand teacher that had said that? Or was it his constitution?

Dyon's mind suddenly felt muddled. Even when he was a human his memory had been near infallible. Why was it that he felt so confused so often these days?

"Dad…" Little Alauna looked over toward Dyon with a bit of a worried expression.

Dyon smiled, reaching out and ruffling her hair. "I'm okay."

"Dad, I have a feeling that it shouldn't be so easy to hold it in your hand like that. But it seems that it like you."

Dyon nodded. If it hadn't been because he was a bit apprehensive, Hell's Right Eye would have long since fused with him. It seemed to be sitting obediently in his hand, but Dyon could senses that it was almost whining, wondering why he hadn't put it to his eye yet.

Dyon smiled bitterly. "I was going to give this to you for your 13th birthday, but I didn't think it would take us almost two years to get through all the protections Legolas left behind."

If others heard that the present Dyon wanted to give a 13 year old girl was a Treasure of the 33 Heavens, it was impossible to tell how they'd react. The word doting just wasn't enough to describe it.

"Really?" Alauna's hazel-green eyes sparkled, looking toward her father with an expression that could make the coldest heart melt. "But you can't give this to me dad, it was clearly made for you."

Dyon felt a bit disappointed, but after thinking for a moment, he placed Hell's Right Eye into his inner world.

"Still, I can't give my little girl nothing." With a thought, an ancient temple appeared, shrinking down quickly until it landed in the palm of Dyon's hand. "I originally wanted to give you a treasure with strong offensive capabilities so you could protect yourself. The Aurora Steps is excellent against stronger opponents, but it has many limitations. You can slowly comprehend its mysteries, but be sure to only use it when you have no other choice."

Dyon stretched his hand forward, placing the ancient temple in Alauna's hands.

"Hey, behave." Dyon glared at the Aurora Steps, clearly feeling that they were in the midst of throwing a tantrum. "Protect my daughter well or else I'll go all out to turn you to dust."

The Aurora Steps moaned, feeling incredibly wronged. It had never had a master like this.

Dyon knew that the Treasure of the 33 Heavens had full fledged spirits within them. It was just that none of them had ever taken the initiative to speak to him, so he could only let it be. But now, he could hear a clear mourning wail sounding in his mind. It went beyond normal pleading, it was as though the Aurora Steps were a child being abandoned by their parent. Dyon could only look on with an incredulous expression as the Aurora Steps seemed to do everything but leak real tears.

Though Dyon still couldn't hear any words, he could feel that the thoughts of the Aurora Steps far more clearly than he could the Battle Cauldron who had yet to form a true spirit.

The gist of it was that it felt wronged. Dyon had just comprehended Immortal Sense and it was finally about to be capable of displaying its true strength, but now Dyon was getting rid of it. It wasn't fair.

'Why don't you get rid of that arrogant golden prick instead of me?'

Dyon almost laughed. When had The Seal become an arrogant golden prick?

"Why are you acting like this? Why can't you be as mature as the Energy Core?"

It had already been decades since Dyon gave the Energy Core to Granny Celest. Back then, he hadn't heard a word out of it.

But then again, back then, his energy cultivation talent was still poor. Maybe the Aurora Steps were hellbent on staying with him because his soul talent was so overwhelming. After all the Energy Core was of the Energy Path, but the Aurora Steps were of the Soul Path.

Little Alauna giggled, looking at the Aurora Steps as though it was an adorable little chick.

"Okay, okay. No more complaining, I'll give you back." She said sweetly, pushing the Aurora Steps back to Dyon.

Dyon felt a mixture of embarrassment and resentment. He couldn't even give his own daughter the gifts he wanted to? What kind of father was he?

He looked toward it mind, but even The Seal had suddenly shrunk to a fraction of its size, trying its best to hide from his detection despite knowing that such a thing was impossible.

Dyon's expression darkened.

In the end, he sighed. In truth, even he didn't dare to use these treasures often. Even when he was battling the Sapientia Ancestor, he held on to the bitter end because he knew how important it was to keep the fact he had them hidden. Maybe giving them to his daughter would breed more calamity than anything else.