Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

Those matters that seemed like a lifetime ago, and were truly a lifetime ago for Dyon, still weighed on her heart.

A few decades ago, she didn't truly know the kind of man the father of her child was, but now she was confident that she did… And this kind of man… She felt a genuine happiness that they shared a miracle like Little Alauna together.

It was because of this understanding that Luna sat down so nervously, not knowing what to do with herself.

A part of it was an irrational nervousness because she was already well aware of what Dyon would do. But, another part was a nervousness toward just how these matters would unfold… She didn't want anything bad to happen to Dyon…

It was then that the projections Luna's eyes practically bore into revealed words that made her petite frame tremble.

Dyon stepped out of the tower, watching as numerous figures gathered in the skies.

"I see people in lofty places have words to say about my private matters… I'd really like to see who dares breathe another word about my, Dyon Sacharro's, woman."

Little Alauna grinned mischievously, grasping her father's arm like a spoiled child. In fact, she stuck her small tongue out to the experts in the sky.

Many couldn't help but get a headache seeing this little girl's actions. Didn't she know her words had set a bomb off in the Sprite Capital? What was she still smiling about?

Some believed that it had to be that Alauna's judgement was blinded by her love for her father. Did she really believe that this mere Lower Dao Formation expert was worth something?

However, even those with great bias found it difficult to say these words out loud… Reason being, Bowaye's helpless, floating figure was right behind Dyon, tied up by invisible ropes like a chicken waiting for slaughter.

If the Battle God of the Earthen Sprites was handled so easily, and their foremost genius in the Unblemished Heiress was so confident… Maybe things weren't so simple as they seemed.

"I am Sixth Elder Waye of the Earthen Sprites. May I ask what the goal of the Heavenly Sprites is here today?" He couldn't help by frown looking at Bowaye's figure.

The naming culture of the Sprites was a bit different from the norm. They valued titles over practically everything. Only normal, irrelevant geniuses like the ones Dyon met when he initially stepped foot on the exchange program grounds would have normal, bland names. For geniuses like Bowaye, they would be 'blessed' with their family names, receiving a coming-of-age title that incorporated their Clan name.

For elders like Sixth Elder Waye, they too were given this name, but the concept was much different. They didn't have the right to a unique name like Bowaye and could only take the title of Elder Waye for themselves. They were almost no different from the Numbered Warriors of the Beast Protection Association.

This showed the Sixth Elder Waye wasn't much of a talent himself, but had rather taken his time to rise to his current position. Still, as the Sixth Elder of the Waye Clan, the top Clan of the Earthen Sprites, he was still a Peak Dao Formation Realm expert. In fact, he was impressively at the peak of the 11th Stage. This alone showed the strength of the Sprite Alliance that he was a mere Sixth Elder.

"I think you're misunderstanding something." Dyon said coldly. "First of all, you have no right to speak to me. A mere Sixth Elder looking down at me from the skies? GET DOWN HERE."

A sweeping Presence overwhelmed the skies.

Sprites had weak bodies to begin with. There were very few exceptions to this rule. Facing not only Dyon who had the Titan Diamond Body Constitution, but had also evolved his Presence to a Martial Intent thanks to the Pride Clan's pool of blood… Did these mere lesser Elders really believe they could stand up to him?!

Expert after supposed expert fell from the skies. Those who had only come from the good show were immediately astonished by the change of events.

"… He's not simple at all… It seems Lady Aritzia has her work cut out…" The Sapientia Clan youths who had been speaking in the tea house earlier had obviously come to witness the fun. How could they not be astonished by the sudden revelation that Aritzia's rival was the man of the mighty Unblemished One?

The elders who had come here were obviously not the best. Of them, the one with the highest standing was a mere Fifth Elder.

They had thought that this was all that was necessary to deal with a member of the younger generation. Even though the Battle Gods were great talents, they could be easily defeated by these old men and women here. Yet it became clear in an instant that this Dyon Sacharro wasn't so easily handled! They had miscalculated and ended up slapping their faces even worse!

Even if Dyon did nothing else, he had already proved that he stood above many of the upper echelon of the Sprite Alliance!

Unworthy of the Unblemished One? Says who?!

Alauna giggled lightly. "Who asked you all to look down on my father? If he wanted to kill you all, it would be as easy as flipping over a hand. You should be thankful that he's only a Lower Dao Formation Expert. If he wasn't, wouldn't you be even more embarrassed?"

The sudden change of events had made them all forget this striking point… Dyon was still in the lowest quarter of the Dao Formation Realm!

"None of you are worthy of speaking to my dad, so I'll finish his words for him.

"The actions of my father have little to nothing to do with the Heavenly Sprites. In case you haven't understood, women marry into the Clans of their men, not the other way around. My last name is not Moon, it is Sacharro for a reason."