Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

Their leader was a calm, golden haired man with piercing red eyes. To his right, seemingly with the same rank, was another man with similar features but who carried an attractive smile on his face. These were the Clan Patriarchs of the Goldeen and Crow Clan respectively.

The seventh ranked Atlas Clan. King Atlas, Saru's Father's long-time friend, was the True God that raised their level from middling Clan to a member of the top 9. Unfortunately, his son wasn't anywhere near as talented as his father. And, since this was a Celestial Tournament, it was inevitable that their ranking would fall from fifth to seventh.

Their leader was the oldest individual here, he seemed to have a single foot in the grave already. He was the previous King Atlas who had given sired to their Clan's first True God. Though his talent in his youth wasn't very good, for some unknown reason, his power had suddenly sky-rocketed when he should have been past his prime. But, considering the mysteries of martial world, everyone knew there was no point in asking.

The sixth ranked Enigmatic Sect. Though many here didn't know, a portion of the reason they had improved from seventh to sixth was because of Dyon's silent support. Thankfully, they also had a God level character in the Sect Master's son, so they hadn't fallen too far.

Their leader was none other than the carefree Master Enigmatic. He was a handsome, middle aged man who always seemed to wear an amiable smile.

The fifth ranked Hydra Clan. They were a Clan of Peak Transcendent beasts, but unlike the Emperor Giant Clan, they had more to rely on than just their True God. True God Falkor's four brothers were each Gods themselves, giving the Hydra Clan a very bright future.

Their leader was a cold, blue haired man. His sapphire-like eyes glimmered like marble, forcing those who met his gaze to be entranced.

As for the new fourth ranked Clan, it was one Dyon had never had any true interaction with, maybe by coincidence, or maybe by virtue of the Clan's lowkey nature itself. It was known as the Pegasus Clan, a beast Clan of Middle Supreme Grade beasts. However, the odd thing was that they weren't Pegasi, but were rather devolved Unicorns.

Their leader was their True God of the last generation, King Pegasus. He was a legendary figure and the first of their Clan in countless millions of years to communicate with his Primordial Bone. His cultivation was deep beyond belief, even the leaders of the top 3 quadrants didn't dare to look down upon him.

His hair was a pristine white and his beard almost looked like the mane of a Lion.

Finally, there were the top 3 quadrants whose rankings remained completely untouched.

The five blade Clans shared a section, the five King God Dragon Clans shared a section, and finally, there was the Star Clan who sat tall at the center of it all.

It was the leader of the Star Clan who spoke first.

He was a man with gorgeous hair that seemed more like beams of white light than filaments of matter with true substance. If a commoner were to lay eyes on him, they couldn't be blamed for assuming him to be a God.

"By virtue of you all choosing to ignore the rude nature of my Star Clan's invite, I believe that you understand the gravity of the situation we all face.

"I won't waste time with pleasantries. The Ancient Battlefield will be descending soon. But, what you all might not know is that the Ancient Battlefield is also the most enigmatic of the Ancient Games."

A shocked murmur surged through the crowd, even some of the 9 foremost Clans and Sects frowned. King Star had truly been serious when he said he would get right to the point.

"Be at ease. My Star Clan has invited you all today because we have a method to circumvent the rules of the Ancient Games."

For the second time in just as many moments, yet another bomb was dropped upon the Conference.

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The Ancient Games were an enigmatic collection of three of the most olden forms of competition to ever be created. For as long as anyone could remember, no matter their strength or weakness, no matter their prestige or commonness, the rules of the Ancient Games had always been infallible.

To gather them here for such a meeting, only to begin it in this way… It was almost too much. The gazes of those below were more than a little skeptical. The Heavens were infallible and the Ancient Games were, for the most part, its creations. At the very least, the Ancient Battlefield was. How could it be circumvented by mere Mortal Plane cultivators like them?

"There's no need for you all to remain skeptical." King Star's eyes glittered with a knowing light.

At that moment, another figure appeared. Those within the highest tier of the parliament couldn't help but be shocked belief.

For those below, maybe they felt it was only natural that someone invited by the Star Clan was able to evade their senses so easily. However, for those who earned the right to sit amongst the nine most powerful, this matter was something that made them raise their guards to the highest degree.

Even when they thought they couldn't be shocked any further, the appearance of the one who appeared shook them to their cores even more.

It was a little boy. No… Maybe it would be more accurate to describe him as a toddler.

The toddler stood barely a meter tall and could only be labeled as adorable. He had large sparkling white eyes and a short head of white hair, even his robes that seemed a little too big for him were a pristine, unblemished white. Pure and cute might as well be subscripts under this child's name.

"Hello! My name is Apollos. I am –."

A childish voice rang out. Those below who didn't understand the significance of the sudden appearance of this child tried their best to control their tempers. If they travelled for 10 years for the sake of a prank, even if this was the Star Clan, they'd fight them to the end.

"– A Heaven's Child."