Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

Dyon shook his head. "No, it's very important. Names define us. If your ancestors didn't carry the name Sapientia, and mine didn't carry the name Sacharro, would either of us be in this situation?"

"Another unimportant truth… What is, is, and what has been is long gone. There's no such thing as what could have been… What could have been simply isn't. Nothing more, nothing less."

Dyon shook his head once more. "Humans are a constant reflection of their past. To assume it to be meaningless only leads to an uncontrollable cycle, your Fate will never be your own if you think like this.

"… Also… Humans can be thankful of their past too." Dyon looked deeply into Oshire's eyes. "Even if the choice was presented before me, even knowing what would happen here today, I would never give up the Sacharro name to become a Sapientia."

Oshire sighed, feeling as though Dyon had made his answer clear.

"You cannot fathom the strength of Faith of a Planet Grade Empire. We are not like those Alliances. Their path requires a splitting of their Faith… The result is a lesser amount than the sum of their parts. However, the Sapientia Clan is as one. Even if I do not wield the greatest Faith of my Sapientia Clan, I am still a direct descendant of our strongest bloodline…

"Do you really want to die here?"

Dyon stopped flexing his palms, an unbridled confidence wafting from his arrogant figure standing in the skies. Suddenly, his body seemed to have stopped trembling entirely… He became as steady as a looming mountain.

In that moment, a new world projected out from Dyon. The image of Planet Ragnor shattered, leaving nothing but an endless grassy plain with several shimmering arrays hanging from the skies.

Still, the eyes of everyone was attracted to a singular manifestation, staring down arrogantly from the skies.

To one side of its back, sat five white wings, to the other, sat five black wings. A step further, there were six black-gold haloes, hovering with enigmatic images throbbing with power. All around this humanoid manifestation, six Primordial Yin circled around its feet.

"I have no intention of dying. Prince or not… Planet Grade Empire or not… Your head will bow to the Sacharro Clan."

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Countless eyes of the Mortal Alliance watched as their leader faced an unprecedented threat.

Honestly, when they learned that Dyon would show them the entire process of their first conquering, they felt a welling of pride. Many believed that since Dyon dared to do this, the entire process would be easy and swift.

But… To now, they had already seen face impossible odds. They would be lying to themselves if they said they knew Dyon would succeed in his battle against those 39 dao experts. That experience alone was jarring for so many with some more cynical individuals believing that the broadcast would cut out before they witnessed a pitiful loss of their supposed ruler.

However, the broadcast remained. They watched with bright eyes as Dyon seemed to grow stronger through adversity. Even with his plot to wear down the Ragnor and Pakal armies failing, he still boldly stood at the vanguard, holding the weight of an entire nation's hope on his shoulders.

And now… He was doing it again.

Even if those watching weren't absolutely certain, there were few in the martial world who didn't understand the concept of Faith. Though Faith was effectively cut off in Dyon's home universe, this wasn't the case for other places. Hearing the term 'Planet Grade Empire', those watching felt a cold breeze sweep through the depths of their souls.

Every large barrier of Faith grade not only provided abilities, but most importantly resulted in a qualitative change in strength should one pass it…

A God Clan could never dream of matching a Royal God Clan, as a Royal God Clan could never dream of matching a King God Clan. However, even then, within those lower limits, the differences weren't as exaggerated as within the higher tiers…

Conquering one planet made you a Royal God Clan. Conquering one universe made you a King God Clan. Conquering 25 universes made you an Emperor God Clan. Conquering one quadrant made you a Comet Grade Empire. Conquering 25 quadrants made you a Moon Grade Empire. And conquering a 100 quadrants made you a Planet Grade Empire!

Between Dyon's current status and that of Oshire's, there were a total of four large barriers, each thicker and more grandiose than the last!

Under the protection of a Planet Grade Empire, even an infant of the royal line wouldn't have to fear much at all. The difference between Dyon and Oshire couldn't be explained in simple divisions and multiplications… It could only be described as insurmountable… These matters were only made worse when one realized the Sapientia Empire was a Planet Grade Empire three times over because they controlled over 300 universes!

Those who understood these truths, then turned to see Dyon's shivering body, finally felt that the dreamlike state they had been in for the past year was coming crumbling down. A single man accomplished so much in so little time… It was almost unfair… No… It really was unjust…

"Can I go play with daddy now?"

Little Alauna sat adorably at a kneeling table, her cute lavender dress matted with blue and red paint.

She liked to paint every day, but she refused to use a brush. It was a rare sight for her chubby little fingers to be completely clean. Even when she diligently washed her hands and arms, she'd always forget small specks here and there that Dyon would tease her for.

At the moment, she was being watched by Delia who despite her strength had taken on the role of babysitter. All around, Mia, Bella, Aiden and Junior were doing their own work, giggling and laughing amongst each other.

Truthfully, Delia wanted to fight as well. But, thinking of her husband's feelings, she chose not to. She knew how Eli felt about being so physically weak despite the fact he could arguably be the greatest contributor to the Mortal Alliance.

In recent times, Delia had always had a smile on beautiful heart-shaped face, her olive skin was constantly glowing. But, today, she had a rare somber expression…