Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God



Imagine for a moment if Dyon fused all of his conquered universes into one massive land like Dark Ocean. Sure, that would make things like building a culture and policing far easier, but it would also mean that only a single breach would be enough to send everything into chaos. There were both pros and cons to this decision.

'I need to think about this more…' Dyon felt his consciousness weakening. He couldn't come up with a decision so quickly. At the very least, Dark Ocean was finally dealt with…

'Let's go.' Dyon spoke to Ri who had shifted to his side to prop him up. 'There's still a lot left to do…'

Once Dark Ocean was handled, Dyon felt the rage he had been holding down this entire time bubbling back upward.

'Clara…' Dyon grit his teeth. He had no idea what was happening with his wife right now. Little Yang should have felt it when Little Yin's bloodline awoke, but he hadn't said anything to Dyon about it for a very simply reason: if Little Yin awoke her bloodline… It meant she was fighting an uphill battle right now.

Ri helped Dyon forward. Not long later, Thirteen made her way back and placed Dyon and Ri on her head. Unfortunately, she couldn't freely shrink her size, so she could only remain in her massively exaggerated form. Finally, the trio shot to the surface of Dark Ocean after collecting the Jafari Clan treasure.

Although the skies were blanketed by grey clouds, Dyon's partially closed eyes hadn't seen such a beautiful sight in a long time.

"You…" Nine was stunned into silence. "… Thirteen?! But I…"

'Hmph.' Thirteen turned her large, sleek black away from Nine in defiance. It seemed she was still angry about being kicked away. Clearly, not very many of the numbered warriors looked upon Nine in a favorable light.

Thirteen's body was quite beautiful. Unlike most jaguars from Dyon's mortal realm, her coat was most black while the natural patterns of jaguars were drawn in a deep, dark gold along her body. Her body pulsed with power even without the Dragon King supporting her any longer.

'Master saved my life. Thanks for nothing, you bitch.' Thirteen snorted. But, she was inwardly quite happy. She had been waiting so long to call Nine such a word.

"What did you say to me?!" Nine's forehead pulsed with veins on rage.

She was quite the beauty herself. She had long purple hair, but her eyes reflected like a pearly blue with hidden hues of white. While Madeleine's violet hair was more toned down, Nine's seemed almost nylon-like and unrealistic, but it gave her an intoxicating exotic beauty that made men swoon.

This was most definitely the charming aspect of Dream Panthers. It was no wonder that they were so tied to the succubus in lore.

"That's enough." Dyon said plainly. Even in his weak state, his voice heal an air of command that was difficult to refute. "First, tell me your real names. I refuse to call you two Nine and Thirteen."

'Master, my name is Lina.' Thirteen replied happily. It seemed that her dissatisfaction at being 'tamed' had disappeared, maybe because Dyon promised her a brighter future.

"My name is Glorianice Quies Som –," Nine began.

Dyon shook his head as he listened to the excessively long, obnoxious name. It seemed that while celestial beast culture didn't care for names at all, even to the point of having Dyon name their children, the Dream Panthers took too much pride in their own…

"Lina, Glorianice, from today forth, you two will be subordinates of my Mortal Alliance. Glorianice, I give you permission to bring your eight Clan members to my Mortal Alliance's quadrant. You have three days to arrange your affairs. Since you're a small group, I don't think this will be too difficult, correct?"

Glorianice nodded. Their rapidly decreasing population was something the Dream Panther Ancestors could see coming from a mile away, so much like the Blood Vat chambers of the Celestial Beasts, the most important holdings of what remained of their once mighty Empire could be accessed remotely from almost anywhere as long as the connecting treasure was in hand.

"As for you Lina, your situation is somewhat lesser than to that of Glorianice."

Lina pouted, looking away from the dream panther's smug face.

"As much as I don't want to control my subordinates with forced enslavement, in your case, it's necessary. If I were to release you from your contract, you'd begin to feel the affects of your shattered dao heart and would likely die.

"I will allow you to grow and if there comes a day where you can reform your dao heart, then we can speak of this topic once more. Let's go."

"W-wait…" Glorianice froze. "Is this all there was?"

Lina began to laugh uproariously as though she didn't lose as well. "You, a mighty Dream Panther, lost to two children. How does that feel?"

Dyon ignored their banter, but just before they reached the teleportation formation, he turned back with sharp eyes that made Glorianice shiver down to the depths of her soul.

"I'll ignore the attempt you made this time, but if there's a next time… Death will be the only option left for you."

Glorianice froze as she watched Dyon disappear.

She knew exactly what Dyon meant. During their first contract, Glorianice attempted to use the connection she formed with Dyon to enslave his soul to her. Dream Panthers were exceptionally dangerous.

Glorianice had thought that she succeeded in applying an intangible suggestion to Dyon's soul. In a few more months, after she established a foothold in the Mortal Alliance, she planned on using one of her sister Dream Panthers to marry into the Sacharro Clan. Over time, she would mold the Mortal Alliance to the image of the Dream Panthers and make Dyon dance upon her palm.

This was the fearsome nature of the Dream Panthers. They could make men fall into their ensnarement while making it seem as though it was the male's idea the entire time. They were impossible opponents.