Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

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Chrysanthemum sighed emotionally. "My Mist Clan's current state isn't very good. The Mortal Empire is thriving, but we're not even a 1st Tier Clan. At the same time, the Water Mist Sect is growing more and more powerful and has already escaped our sphere of influence. Who knows how that bitch Jasmine managed to grow so powerful in such a short amount of time?"

Chrysanthemum looked no different that a wife lovingly complaining to her husband. She even took the time she was speaking to lead him by the hand to their bedchambers, as though to silently say that she would reward him well if she helped her alleviate her worries.

"It's only for now." Anak tried to soothe her. "With me here, how could your Mist Clan remain unranked for long? Especially now that I'm out of seclusion."

"That's what they keep telling us, but didn't you realize the change in the skies above?" Chrysanthemum pointed out of the window.

Out there, the sun could hardly be seen. A perpetual night loomed over the mortal plane. There was no morning and no evening, there was only a continuous dim light that filled the air with a somber atmosphere.

It seemed that for the duration of this war between new and old, the mortal plane would suffer the very same prison-like condition that those of the Ancient Battlefield did. It served as a sort of warning to take these matters seriously…

Of course, the Mortal Empire's cities looked nothing like this. Dyon had long since set up arrays to give his people a simulation of normal day and night. However, it seemed the Mist Clan didn't receive the same treatment.

The reality was that Dyon had offered them this, but they rejected.

There were two reasons for this. Firstly, they were afraid that Dyon would use this as an opportunity to monitor them. Secondly, they wanted an excuse to sow doubt in the populations under their charge about their Emperor Sacharro.

Of course, Dyon knew all of this and could easily see through them. But, since he had agreed to allow them into his Empire for the time being, he sneered and accepted their rejection. After all, it wasn't too good to force his people to do something they didn't want to.

It seemed that they were already trying to take advantage of these mind games right now. What other purpose could Chrysanthemum have for pointing out their dreary atmosphere to Anak?

"You can see clearly that the Ancient Battlefield has already descended… Isn't my husband a True God? Hasn't my husband awakened his Angel bloodline? Isn't my husband under the age of 1000 years old? So why is it that my husband is here without an opportunity to make a name for himself, yet that Emperor Sacharro and his family are flourishing?

"Can it be that the Sacharro Clan is the only one allowed to have geniuses? Are they the only ones allowed to wield power now? Do the hopes and dreams of others not matter anymore?"

Chrysanthemum didn't have to act. Her indignation was real. Her Mist Clan had plotted and waited for trillions of years. Who knew how many young girls just like her suffered for their sake?

She was among the luckier ones. She actually loved her husband quite a bit, she enjoyed being the wife of True God. At the very least, she didn't get forced to marry some ugly fat merchant for the sake of accumulating their family's wealth like some of her ancestors from the past had been.

But ever since Dyon's appearance, Anak's stature had descended further and further until finally it seemed as though they wouldn't ever be able to raise their heads up again.

"We were promised a chance to raise our merits and one day by a 1st Tier Clan and beyond. But, how are we supposed to gain merits if we aren't allowed to battle? Does this Emperor Sacharro think us to be fools?! How can we take this lying down?!"

Chrysanthemum's chest heaved with rage by the time she made it to the door of their bedroom.

Though she kept repeating Dyon's name, every time she spoke, she was actually remembering Ri. Ever since Ri appeared, all of her spotlight had been snatched away… ever since that day she took away the Water Mist Sect's legacy from the Valley of Geniuses.

'Hmph, aren't I better than you? At least I don't have to share my husband.'

Anak sighed. "So what do you want me to do? Emperor Sacharro's means are too great. If he doesn't want us to earn merits, there isn't much we can do right? Our best chance is to wait until he transcends and then take advantage to break what he built."

"Hubby's idea is good, but even after he leaves, his influence will be too much. His alchemy techniques will be passed on to his descendants, his formation arrays won't decay for millions of years, and all the resources he's accumulated will continue to benefit the core of the Sacharro Clan.

"Even if we wait, it'll likely be one of his wives' clans that take the most benefits and not us… If we want to rise again, we need to use those Failed Clans as our knife… Only when the Sacharro Clan is sufficiently weakened do we have a chance."

Anak's brow furrowed. "Colluding with Failed Clans?! Are you crazy?!"

"Hubby, don't be mad." Chrysanthemum said softly, pulling him into bed and nibbling on his earlobe. "… Listen to what this little wife of yours has to say…"

**

"Who are you? You dare attack out Deity Clan?"

The words that should have been filled with rage and indignation lacked any sort of emotion whatsoever. It was as though it wasn't this person's clan being attacked at all, but rather that he was an outside observer.

The Deity Clan had always been like this… They seemed no different from cyborgs. Their skin was an unnatural gold, their gaze was more dead than alive, and even their movements seemed stiff outside of battle. If it wasn't for the fact Dyon had killed one of them before to see the flesh and blood that composed their bodies, he would have really thought to be humanoid robots.