Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

?2000 Complacency

This matter was not a joke. Due to the actions of the Death Phoenixes of time's past, the Mortal Plane which once had a near infinite number of universes barely had over 1000 quadrants currently.

However, would those of the Ancient Battlefield be limited to this number?

Think about it. These would be all of the Failed Clans of history. Just how many Clans, Sects, and powerhouses could be produced from a mortal plane that once spanned a near infinite area?

Whether it be quantity or quality, the mortal plane was outmatched beyond a doubt!

Dyon didn't have time to worry about these fools. Even if he was this powerful now, what if he was facing three Higher Existences instead? What about four? What if that number was suddenly thousands?!

This was no time for complacency. If these fools didn't see reason, he would just kill until they did.

Due to the exploration of his clones, Dyon had a far better understanding of the Ancient Battlefield in comparison to everyone else on the mortal plane. If he could solve this issue himself, he would have long since done so. At the very least, he would have taken action in the last two years.

One had to remember that Dyon's battle prowess on the Ancient Battlefield was even higher than it was on the mortal plane due to the fact it was his constitution's world. Yet even with this being the case, he still wasn't 100% confident.

Though Dyon had a certain level of certainty that he could protect himself and his family, this simply wasn't good enough. Dyon's enemy was never those of the mortal plane, or even the ancient battlefield, but was rather The Entity that still lay in slumber.

Dyon believed that his master was correct. The key to defeating The Entity would likely lie with Faith. But, if he took a back step and solely focused on defending, though he would survive, he would lose a massive amount of ground as well.

If this happened, his be right back in the same situation he was in the previous timeline. It would take him too long to unify the mortal plane, giving The Entity too much time to complete its absorption of his home universe, which would ultimately lead to his loss in the end once more.

Dyon couldn't allow this to happen. Not only did he need to defend the Mortal Plane from the Failed Clans, but he also had to take the opportunity to firmly grasp the plane itself for himself.

The first and most important thing was obviously his personal strength. If he grew strong enough in the next eighty years, it didn't matter how many enemies the Failed Clans sent toward him.

However, he knew he alone wouldn't be enough. The Higher Existences of the Ancient Battlefield were true powerhouses that made Estein and Yadmere look like mere dancing clowns.

Of course, there were only a few of them with that level of power, but there were many more who were equal to these two Ancestors, easily dozens. This didn't even mention the numerous lower-level Higher Existences beneath them, or the ridiculous number of Fallen.

On the Ancient Battlefield, the path toward transcendence was completely cut off. However, instead of being a detriment, this actually became a strength of theirs.

Long ago, Dyon heard the story of how Amethyst was forcibly sent to the Immortal Plane after her strength reached a certain level. There was also his mother from the second trial who was forced to transcend after giving birth to him.

However, those Higher Existences of the Ancient Battlefield were allowed to sweep past this threshold as they pleased!

In reality, this was meant to be a punishment for them as Failed Clans. After all, if one could still reach the Immortal Plane after being jailed on the Ancient Battlefield, wouldn't such a deal be too good? But in reality, it was nothing short of a death sentence for their Mortal Plane!

Dyon had all of these things weighing on his mind constantly. 80 years might sound like a lot of time, but the truth was that it was nothing more than a blink of an eye. He himself might be able to improve massively in that time, but what about everyone else?

This was where the second aspect of his plans had to come in. He needed to raise the standards of the mortal plane as a whole. Only by doing this would they stand a small chance.

There was good news amidst all of this bad. The Failed Clans weren't a single entity. As much as they wanted to find a place on the mortal plane by destroying them as Defenders, they were also competing with one another.

Their vast numbers were a double-edged sword. Countless Failed Clans had accumulated on the Ancient Battlefield since the Chaos and Primordial Eras, but this only made even more certain that they couldn't share the mortal plane amongst all of them.

This was the only chance the Defenders had. They had to find a path toward victory amongst the innumerable number of Clan and Sect wars.

"Like I've said before, I have no intention of helping out the Sapientia and Nephilim Alliance. Unless you give me an appropriate explanation, the Devil Quadrants and Transcendent Beast Alliance alone will receive the support of my Celestial Deer Sect."

The coughing sounds of Estein and Yadmere spewing up blood played as a backdrop to Dyon's words.

"Since all of the powerhouses of the mortal plane are already here, in three days, my Sacharro Clan will hold a meeting. This will lay out the plan for the next eighty years until the Ancient Battlefield descends. I believe I've proven myself enough and feel no need to waste any more words on why I should take the lead in these matters. If anyone disagrees, don't blame me for you losing your life."

Dyon descended from the skies to land in the midst of Luna, Madeleine, his daughter and the master-disciple pair.

Rose couldn't help but look at him as though she was gazing at a monster, while Jade's gaze was toward the ground, a slight blush painting her soft cheeks.