Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

"Even if someone thinks themselves to be all of these things, they'll combine the images into one, but Apollos thinks them all to be separate, layered things, all occurring simultaneously."

"He didn't seem to be doing it consciously, but it was rather something he did out of habit, or maybe involuntarily, as though he has no choice but to think that way…"

The women frowned. These words… They were almost certainly related to whatever odd power Apollos wielded. The issue was that they couldn't make heads or tails of what it meant.

**

The elites of the Pakal and Ragnor Clans marched through Blood Universe, their destination lying toward the most neutral of Gates. It was a Dao Gate, split perfectly in half by the two Clans, each of whom controlled four key towers.

However, this wasn't most shocking part. The ty of this particular situation had already worn down. What was actually stimulating was that in two separate armies, filled with individuals Dyon should have never met before… There were somehow several familiar faces within them both. Familiar faces he hadn't seen in a very long time…

...

"What's wrong Chenglei, what's with that frown?" A red-skinned man with an outrageously large frame wrapped his arms around Chenglei's shoulders.

Chenglei elbowed the large man in the ribcage. Despite their size difference, he was sent sprawling through the depths of space, causing a small bit of chaos in their large marching formation.

"Oof." The man rubbed his sides. He was actually quite highly ranked within the Pakal army, but this young man never gave him any face. I guess this is what came with the territory of being a dragon.

He had suddenly appeared in their territory a few years ago, wreaking of killing aura, followed by three dozen or so Black Jade Dragon. He was so powerful that he immediately gained the favor of Emperor Pakal.

To the Pakals, the legendary Dragon Race was untouchable. The greatest beasts throughout their territory were of the Heaven Grade, no one had seen peak supreme grade creatures like the Daiyu Clan ever since the Celestial Deer Sect was destroyed.

Everyone here knew how favored Chenglei was. Not even six months into his stay with the Pakals, the overprotective Emperor Pakal gave his most precious daughter to him, hoping to officially tie him to the Pakals. Even before that, Chenglei had already gained great esteem within the Pakal army, winning battle after battle in Blood Universe with only his Daiyu Clan members by his side.

That was… until it all changed just a year ago.

Chenglei was known as the Undefeated Dragon. Whenever he set out to do a task, he would accomplish it. But, somehow, the so-called Valhalla army had escaped his grasp time and time again. Whenever he thought he had them, they would disappear.

This feeling… This feeling of loss, of helplessness… He thought he had forgotten it long ago. But it was creeping back into his heart.

An aura of bloody rage rippled off of his deep black hair, causing the Pakals who marched around him to back up. A pressure only a Higher Dao Expert could exude made their hearts palpitate.

If Dyon was here, he'd initially be shocked. He let Chenglei leave a little more than 10 years ago, it was impossible for anyone to cultivate so fast. But then, he would come to a sudden understanding.

The answer to everything lied in one place: Chaos Universe and its chaotic time qi.

Even for Dyon, he had to turn off his thoughts and become a beast to survive in Chaos Universe for just 53 years. Who knew how long Chenglei spent there or what volatile areas of time qi he entered…? Somehow, he and 36 of his Clan members came out alive, each more powerful than the last.

It was unfortunate that Dyon's information had this flaw in it. Although he had heard of the Undefeated Dragon, he could have never guessed that it referred to a real Dragon, nor could he have guessed that this Dragon was in fact Chenglei, the man whose grandfather he had killed.

**

On the Ragnor's side, the familiar face was even more troubling, troubling to the point where if Dyon had known about it, he would have never let King Belmont join the battle.

Standing side by side with the greatest elites the Ragnors had to offer, Lionel and Evelyn Belmont.

[Author's Note: Evelyn Sapientia and Evelyn Belmont are two different individuals. Consider this one a mistake on my part. I forgot I had already given someone else the same name when I was naming the both of them all those volumes ago. To avoid confusion, I will call Evelyn Belmont, Eve, from now on].

More than 30 years after being stripped of his bloodline by his father, and ostracized from his clan, Lionel had found his way here, and his story was eerily similar to Chenglei's… The difference was that while Dyon's information had picked up on the story of the Undefeated Dragon, Dyon had not heard a word about Lionel and his wife Eve.

As for the reason behind this oddity, it was impossible to tell with the information on hand. It could only be said that the two held a special position amongst the Ragnor Clan. This event had seemingly become important enough for this trump card to be revealed… Or, at the very least, be on standby.

Dyon was already aware that the information he had gathered could never be perfect. There were still too few celestial hamsters and they were still immature in comparison to Little Yang and Yin. However, these were glaring mistakes he wouldn't be able to forgive himself for.

Dyon was suddenly in a situation where he was forced to face two groups of enemies who had enmity beyond words with him.

On one side, there stood an arrogant dragon who had lost his grandfather to Dyon's hands. On the other, there was a former prince, thrown from his Clan, and a former Princess who had lost her only mother figure to Dyon.

What should have been a battle of little emotion and a cold hard path to victory, had suddenly become a volatile mess of emotions that had brewed for decades.

Both Chenglei and Lionel felt an uncomfortable rage in their hearts and each exuded auras far stronger than they should be. Their thoughts converged on the one person to have ever made them feel like this in their lives and the one person they wanted to kill more than anyone else: Dyon Sacharro.

The die had been cast. The Pakal and Ragnor armies stood face to face with several kilometers of flat greenery separating them.

However, just when both Clans were prepared to send their delegates forward, the shot heard around the world was fired.

12 Elite Fey, without regard for the sensitivity of the times, launched vicious attacks forward toward the Pakals.

There was no warning. No eerie suspense. Just a powder keg of pent up animosity erupting all at once.

No had time to think about what just happened or why the Fey hadn't followed orders. A war of Elites had begun.