Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

When Dyon was in the celestial realm, his soul was already stronger than most Higher Existences. But he had now suddenly become an entity revered on even the Immortal Plane and he hadn't even noticed.

On the Immortal Plane, these individuals were known as Spiritual Sages. To be a First Grade World Seer, or a First Grade Spiritual Sage or Sage, was to be respected and admired.

Dyon didn't understand much about it now, but from conversations he had had with his grand teacher, the Immortal Plane didn't have universes and quadrants, and the laws of physics that governed it were vastly different.

The best way to describe that plane would be akin to a bowl filled with bubbles. Each bubble, whether small or large, had its own vast world within. These worlds were separated by Barriers of Chaos which were both lands of opportunity and the most dangerous regions of the Immortal Plane.

To be a First Grade World Seer meant one had the ability to envelop any one of these 'bubbles' with your mind, thus making you an essential part of any empire who wished to rule such a region. Without a Spiritual Sage of at least the first degree, one could forget about maintaining law and order in such a vast land.

Because of this, every major power would rear Sages as best they could. How could they expand their influence if they didn't have enough of them to oversee things?

However, Dyon didn't care about any of this. The matters of the Immortal Plane were irrelevant to him, but this strength itself was anything but!

If Dyon could envelop an entire universe in his mind, finding universe spirits would be as easy as breathing! He would be able to control a battlefield larger than anyone could imagine!

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After settling himself down, Dyon came to understand how big of a deal this was.

Once one reached the immortal realm of the soul, cultivation split into two. One was cultivation of the senses, while the second was cultivation of the nascent soul.

Immortal Souls weren't as fragile as mortal souls. Some could even use it for direct combat, and it was almost considered a second body for many immortal cultivators.

Simply put, Dyon could be considered to be of the mortal realm in his nascent soul cultivation, but of the immortal realm in the cultivation of his senses.

This was quite odd to him. Unfortunately, every time his thoughts turned toward his nascent soul, he seemed to lose track of his consciousness.

However, Dyon didn't mind this much, because there was a second reason Spiritual Sages were so respected. Immortal Sense was a pie in the sky to array alchemists. Not only this, but cultivating Immortal Sense directly made future cultivation far easier.

Understanding every aspect of your body to the finest of details… even if this was the only ability of Immortal Sense, it would be worth it! But, this wasn't the only ability!

Immortal Sense allowed one to communicate with the Heavens easier, making the comprehension of wills, intents, daos and beyond far easier! Simply put, if Dyon found the right resources, breaking into the dao realm with his remaining intents would be as easy as breathing.

Dyon didn't hesitate to use this ability to diligently train the celestial babies and steer his Blood Phoenix Battalion in the right direction.

Like this, in what seemed like the blink of an eye, two years passed.

The Blood Phoenix Battalion still ranked dead last and the gap between it and even 24th place was only getting more depressingly wide, but while the younger generation was swept with murmurings of confusion and even slight disdain from those bold enough, the elder generation who had watched every moment of the last 2 years felt as though the weight on their chests was only growing heavier.

Just yesterday… Dyon had conquered a 1st Tier Territory with nothing but Peak Essence Gatherers! Unfortunately, the ignorant would stay ignorant.

"Hey, hey. What's going on here exactly? Has True God Sacharro been lazing around, letting his wives pick up all the slack?" True God Aurum snorted, his draconic aura wafting through the dusty plains they gathered in.

By now, their meeting place had undergone a bit of a change. The various battalions often came here for a bit of leisure and to recuperate, so not only were there refreshments, there were many medical tents and even merchant stands they could use to exchange points for items.

However, while all 24 battalions had returned at some point or another in the last 2 years, only the Blood Phoenix Battalion hadn't been seen.

No one was foolish enough to look down on Dyon's strength, nor would they think something as ridiculous as he died, but True God Aurum's words were the thoughts of many.

Currently, the Sacharro Clan sat at 3rd place, a far cry ahead of 4th place. Them, the Blade Clans, and the Star Clan, had firmly grasped first place.

In just 2 years, they had already accumulated enough points to reclaim over 2 dozen universes.

The Sacharro Clan could reclaim 36, the Blade Clans 38, and the Star Clan 45!

Yet, judging by Dyon's ranking, it was clear he was being carried by the work of his wives. The evidence was right before them.

At that moment, the teleportation array of the dusty field flashed, revealing Amphorae's lovely figure. To her right, Clara walked leisurely by her, her loose silver robes unable to hide her tantalizing curves. They seemed to be having an intimate talk, but no one could tell what it was about.

In truth, with Amphorae's prowess, how could they only be ranked third? She alone was enough to allow the Sacharro Clan to claim first place. But, she had held back because Dyon entrusted her to help Clara increase her battle sense and prowess. Dyon wanted Clara to have the ability to protect herself in the future, and there was no better teacher than Amphorae, so the two of them had become quite close.

The two were actually polar opposites. Amphorae was calm and a woman of few words, but loved blood and battle. But Clara was fiery and loved to speak, but hated the same. Still, this didn't seem to matter much to the two of them.

"Fairy Amphorae!" True God Diasho seemed to immediately notice Amphorae's presence and rushed over. Though he didn't think he approached too closely, to Clara, two meters was already too much.

"Scram!" Clara frowned, annoyed that her conversation had been interrupted.

The rest of Amphorae's battalion began to appear behind them, but True God Diasho didn't seem to care as he grinned.

"Miss Sacharro, I see you're just as fiery as ever. I hope you remember the bet between you and I… Judging by the state of your husband's battalion, such a thing is nothing more than a joke. I hope you don't regret those haughty words… A woman's reputation is her everything."

The difference was striking. It was obvious to everyone that Diasho Ren only ever referred to Ri, Madeleine and Clara as Miss Sacharro, however when it came to Amphorae, he seemingly completely forgot that she was a married woman.

Clara's red eyes danced as though she was looking at a jumping clown. This True God Diasho really had no idea that he couldn't defeat even a single finger of her husband's, let alone her husband himself.