Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God



The experience of losing her mother was engrained in her so fiercely that she became a shallow person beyond compare. Wouldn't going back to a powerful Clan like her mother's have the exact opposite effect? In fact, the reality that Dyon was the one to save her and not Violet's own father had already served to confirm her deeply rooted beliefs.

Wasn't Dyon a True God? He literally represented the peak of what it meant to be an expert in this martial world. Even those outer fringe clans that existed outside the tower quadrants would treat him with respect once he was fully matured.

It seemed like wherever Violet turned, her own inner thoughts were only confirmed again and again… Clearly, she had no idea that Dyon came from absolutely nothing to build himself up to where he was now.

Still, the recluse Violet had come out for this event… It wasn't everyday one got to see a saint advance to the celestial realm, especially not one of the 9th order. It was a grand event for the whole universe. But, what she hadn't expected was for her cold, still heart to be unexpectedly stirred by the scene she saw.

It was an odd dichotomy….

On one side of the field, there were those who worried for Meiying. They all knew that she was pregnant with Eli's child and had been for a long time. In fact, she was only supressing the birth because her body wouldn't have survived the labor process unless she became stronger.

But, on the other side, there was a family of four feeling their emotions stir for reasons completely irrelevant to this…

And then there was Delia, who despite facing this onslaught had a cold smile on her otherworldly features.

"My husband allowed me to see the light of the absolute path a long time ago… You aren't worthy of making me step off of it…"

Delia would never forget that day Eli called out to her during the World Tournament. Back then, her mother's life had been threatened, but the coldness of her constitution made her ignore all things… It told her that she was a cruel queen who stood above the world, who cared about feelings? Who cared about a mother who couldn't fight for her own freedom? The only thing that mattered was power!

It wasn't until Delia heard Eli's call, one that awoke her from her stupor, that she shattered the absolute path that her constitution had laid out for her.

On that day, Delia chose a different path from her father's cruelty. She chose to take a sword strike and die for the sake of her 'weak' mother, and thus, the selfless absolute path was born…

These voices speaking in her head right now? She had long since transcended them.

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As Delia faced her tribulation, excited to hold her child in her arms in the near future, a different sort of meeting was taking place far outside the bounds of the tower quadrants.

Not much was known about the outside world to the tower quadrants. The truth of the matter was that the so-called tower quadrants were actually the center of all of existence in the mortal plane while the outer quadrants were fringe existences capable of surviving outside the influence and help of the towers.

There weren't more than five separate powers in these outer quadrants, each of whom were powerful beyond belief. Among these five were the Devil Quadrants, controlled by five centers of strength: The Dark Elf Clan, the Fulgur Black Clan, the Eclipse Sect, the Infernal Beast Clans, and the most powerful… Nightmare Palace.

Even the weakest of these so-called five centers of strength controlled two quadrants unto themselves, matching the Star Clan of the tower quadrants.

Of course, this raised the question of how the Star Clan came to be in the first place. According to historical records, they attacked a low-ranking quadrant of the tower quadrants to gain their now Second Comet Grade status. However, if this was true, didn't it mean that they had survived in the outer quadrants with just a single quadrant? How was this even possible…?

This was truly curious, but it was a mystery for another time. At this time, the matter of sending their young promising geniuses to the tower quadrants was weighing on the five centers of strength heavily, especially since their best method of communication had been cut off.

Of those who took part in the meeting, there were less than twenty, each split into their own groups to represent these powers.

To the side of the Fulgur Black Clan, men with sharply contrasting white skin and dense black hair and eyes sat. To their head was an older man who looked like a projection of Sokzac himself. He was none other than Sokzac's grandfather, Patriarch Fulgur.

Opposite him sat the Eclipse Sect members. They were headed by an older man who seemed to glow with a bronze light. Despite his age, he seemed to have more vitality than even those far younger than him. This man was the Master of the Sect and RolRol's grandfather, Master Eclipse.

To their side sat shirtless men and scantily clad women who almost seemed to have red skin. However, if one looked closer, one could notice that this red wasn't from their original skin color, but rather the sheer heat pumping outward from them every moment.

These men and women were the representation of the Infernal Beast Clans, headed by a man who, even sitting, had a head tall enough to dwarf half the room: Beast Emperor Aestus.

Finally, there were a group of handsome men and beautiful women who almost looked like incomparable fairies. Their beautiful dark skin shone with a heavenly light as their ears drooped elegantly to the side of their faces on a slight slant

These were the Dark Elves, headed by a man so old that his eyes seemed sealed shut by his wrinkles… Bialaer Mathilde.