Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

Thanks to Dyon's help, Alauna could use these stars in her True Domain.

This was another outstanding ability of the best cultivation technique ever created. One could absorb outside powers to strengthen their inner world projection and thus making their True Domain several times more powerful.

Normally, this wasn't that useful. After all, if you were already powerful enough to snatch such strong outside resources, in all likelihood, your comprehension was also deep enough to form something equally as powerful already. But, where this changed was when you received outside help.

'If I did similar things for the Demon Generals, their strengths would skyrocket as well…' Dyon smiled to himself.

"Make sure to be careful. Only project one star at a time so you can get an accurate understanding of your own limits. Go on now, dad believes in you."

Even Dyon was confident in controlling 108 stars at once. He felt that at most he'd be able to force about a few dozen or so into submission, and that would be by relying on his Immortal Sense to ensure he minimized his mistakes and energy expenditure. So, he was very careful in warning his daughter.

Alauna smiled brightly. She had been waiting for this moment for years already.

Without hesitation, she called down her Dao Tribulation.

**

Currently, the Star Dome was a mixture of a solemn and bustling atmosphere. It was quite odd to combine two such opposing concepts, but this was still the best descriptor, nonetheless.

On one side, there were the sprites and dragons. Both groups were incredibly depressed. The sprites believed they control of the situation, while the dragons never liked Dyon much to begin with. First there was the incident of the mysterious masked Sacharro riding in on a dragon that seemed far stronger than even their elders, then there was the incident involving Lady Sacharro. They still believed that Dyon only acted arrogant back then because he knew he had a Life Saving Jade.

On the other side, there were individuals who were simply enjoying the moment. They never had much aspirations toward claiming first place or anything like that, so they simply found it stimulating and entertaining that Dyon had somehow mounted such an amazing comeback.

Of course, there were also the various elders and young geniuses of the Gemini, Amazonian and Streyluna Clans who were ecstatic beyond belief that their young geniuses had followed Dyon. Thanks to the surge in the last just under two years, though they couldn't compare to the top Clans, they had already gained enough to reclaim their own territories. This was more than they could have ever asked for.

Clara laughed uproariously. If it wasn't for her delicate silver bell-like voice, one could almost mistake the sound for coming from a man.

"What are you still doing here? Shouldn't you get to running?"

Clara's jeers caused True God Diasho's face to darken. In the end, he ignored it. There was no one of the Sacharro Clan younger generation strong enough to make him do something he didn't want to do.

Amphorae, who he had once been scared of, was ranked far below him on the individual rankings. So, clearly, he had been mistaken. But, her aura alone was enough for him to want her. The fact she was weaker than him was a great thing in his book.

"Who's going to make me?" Diasho Ren sneered.

Unexpectedly, Clara's response to this was an even fiercer laughter. To her, he sounded like a five-year-old child saying, 'make me'.

Clara had her own quippy response, but before she could reel in her laughter enough to say it, the clanking of armor and the mysterious sound of an activating teleportation array took over.

The first thing everyone saw was a sea of red. None of these individuals were actually wearing this color, and yet it felt as though the stood in a bloodied field.

The call of a majestic bird resounded to their footsteps, shaking the hearts of all those who watched on.

At their forefront, a young man casually sat upon the beautiful silver and gold embroiders shell of a Celestial Turtle, the warriors to his back moving in perfect lockstep. Their hearts beat as one, their breath moved as one, their wills suppressed as one.

There were just ten thousand of them, yet it felt like should they want to, even Star Dome wouldn't stand a chance.

"Make you do what, exactly?"

Though Dyon's clone hadn't been here to hear it, his true body had long since returned with Little Alauna by his side. So, of course his true body had heard the exchange between Clara and Diasho Ren, but he didn't understand it. Obviously, it was inappropriate for his true body to ask what was going on, so he left it to his clone.

He really wanted to hear the answer to this.

[Author's Note: Just realized that I said Dyon's purity flames had a piercing cold characteristic last upload. That's not true. I got it confused with something else, lmao. Anyhoo, back to our regularly scheduled program].

The moment Dyon's question landed, the sound of someone clearing their throat could be heard. Dyon didn't need to look over to know that the person in question was Emperor Star, but this reality on made his eyes narrow.

When he looked toward Clara, she looked away and pursed her lips as though she hadn't seen him.

When he tried to meet Amphorae's gaze, she too looked away, but it was far more comical than Clara's method. It was clear that Amphorae wasn't very used to such things. Being deceitful and sneaky wasn't her way of life at all.

Unfortunately, these matters only made Dyon's frown deepen.

The first person whose gaze he was finally able to meet was Madeleine, but she could only give him a helpless smile as though telling him ignorance was bliss.

"I don't want to interfere in the matters of youngsters…" Emperor Star said slowly. "… But you must remember that you're no normal youths any longer. The Fate of our Mortal Plane rest on your shoulders, you can't be as willful as you've been in the past."