Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

A murky blackness swirled beneath his golden eye. It felt like just a strand of the energy within could shatter all of existence.

From Dyon's understanding, every Treasure of the 33 Heavens had two abilities. One passive and One active.

This reconstruction of the eye and the implementation of new meridian pathways and blood vessels was the passive ability of Hell's Right Eye.

Thanks to this passive ability, not only had Dyon's eyesight reached unprecedented levels, but he had gained a new branch of powerful magic he felt wouldn't be weaker than what his Wings of Blessings could provide.

Hell's Right Eye also had an active ability. This ability gave one the ability to manipulate and bend space, however, it wasn't so simple as this. Dyon felt that the secrets were deeper than he could imagine, but he also felt a certain anxiousness… He wanted to find Heaven's Left Eye as quickly as he could.

For the other Treasures of the 33 Heavens in his hands, Dyon felt that they wouldn't be able to show their true strength until he transcended. But for some reason, he felt much closer to that goal with Hell's Right Eye than even his soul path treasures.

Dyon smiled. With Hell's Right Eye, Dyon wouldn't have to worry about Kaori's spatial treasure any longer. What could a replica do to the real thing?

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A devastating boom resounded through the distant palace. The various elders in range of these sounds could only lower their heads, unwilling to be the next target of assault. Though this was their ancestral home, it was far better for their Sect leader to take out his rage on it rather than them.

"Useless trash!"

The Goldeen Clan head had been in a rage for over a decade now. The more he watched Madeleine, Yandevere and Sabona accumulate points for the Flaming Lily Sect, the higher he felt his blood pressure rise. He hadn't been this infuriated even with God Goldeen died.

The reality of the matter was that as a Clan that had been hiding its strength for so long, how could God Goldeen be the best genius they had? Even the masked young men and women they sent to the Federation to accumulate points toward their first mission hadn't been their very best.

One might wonder if this secrecy was worth the Golden Crow Sect's hidden geniuses missing out on the Golden Flame Mystical World, but one had to remember that the Sect had believed the benefits of that Mystical World was guaranteed to be theirs. After all, it was their very own Ancestor that ruled over it! How could they ever had expected their Ancestor to fall to a mere Saint like Dyon?

To make matters worse, no matter how good these hidden geniuses of theirs were… none of them could change their apprehension toward the Sacharro Clan!

The Goldeen and Crow Clans had many reasons for hiding their strength, even to the point of sharing a quadrant with three far inferior Sects. In truth, their enemies were no weaker than the enemies Dyon had to worry about as the Celestial Deer Sect heir. The main issue, though, was that while Dyon had the Jafari Clan treasure and could thus afford to be more brazen, they had no such thing!

The Federation was meant to be their chance to reclaim their own territory without revealing their true strengths. They had even given up numerous benefits to the Star Clan in order to rig the selection such that Madeleine would never be able to have any impact. Yet, all they received in return was a slap to the face.

Not only had their plan for Madeleine failed, the trump card they had groomed in Yandevere was suddenly wrested from their control without prior knowledge.

In the last 12 years, they had been forced to swallow this humiliation, watching as the Flaming Lily Sect claimed 34 universes to their 66.

The most heart wrenching part was that they actually had accumulated enough points to claim the 100 universes they sought after initially… The issue was that the Flaming Lily Sect reclaimed it first!

Upon returning to the Golden Flame Quadrant, the Golden Crow Sect had been prepared to finally unleash their trump cards within the Flaming Lily Sect. Though they had suffered some, all hope was not lost. After all, many of the Flaming Lily Sect's upper echelon was controlled by them. Whether they wanted to or not, they would fall!

But then more unexpected things began to occur.

Over the past several years, they received continuous reports about a Banshee Goddess with flaming amber eyes ravaging Flaming Lily Sect territory. This so-called Goddess had already seemingly destroyed the foundation of their rival Sect beyond repair. This should have been a good thing, but along with this foundation, several of their key trump cards had died as well, including the three Flaming Lily Sect elders who had followed them to the Federation's first mission!

On the one hand, what once was the Flaming Lily Sect was completely crippled. They hardly had the strength to lift even one finger any longer. But on the other hand, this was meaningless. Without the control of the Flaming Lily Sect elders, they couldn't openly claim their territory for themselves.

If the elders of that Sect decided to submit to the Golden Crow Sect by majority, no matter how brazen the Sacharro Clan was, or how indignant Madeleine felt, they wouldn't be able to do a damn thing about it. But now that over 90% of the Flaming Lily Sect had been massacred, leaving the territory with nothing but scraps, the Sacharro Clan had a moral high ground they couldn't subvert.

No matter what they did, those 34 universes would stay under the jurisdiction of the Flaming Lily Sect. And, since the Sect Master had died, the next in line to inherit was Yandevere as the First Legatee, and since she had wrested from their control, there was nothing they could do!