Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God



Simply put, with all the resources she had at her fingertips, coupled with the small number of individuals she needed to forge for, she could afford to outfit core disciples with Spiritual grade treasures of their own.

Of course, as Soul Rending Peak expanded, the need for more Comet and Moon Lord talents would become more obvious. But, for now, Clara alone was enough.

'Wow…' Lilith didn't know what to think. '… If this can be expanded to a large stage, it really might be possible to sweep over the Mortal Plane… The question is… Do enough talents exist for such a thing?...'

As though to answer her question, Lilith accidentally wandered into the Array Alchemy Faction. What she saw shook her to her core.

After fusing the spark to her soul, her senses had grown to another level, making her incredibly sharp. This building… It was filled with soul talents.

'Thousands of third grade souls and countless millions of second grade soul talents. This…'

Having an innate soul wasn't as rare as having an innate aurora, but if one's innate soul was grand enough, having an innate aurora was guaranteed.

'How many innate auroras are there in the whole of the mortal plane? A few dozen? Maybe? So how are there thousands of them here?!'

If one was born with a 3rd stage innate soul, they were guaranteed to have an innate aurora… The martial world had been desensitized to the shock of Dyon's innate aurora already, but what would happen if they suddenly learned that he had thousand hidden here, all working on their own various projects.

'Even if one had so many talents, was it even possible to nurture them all? Could there possibly be enough teachers?...' Lilith's heart palpitated, watching as some older gentlemen walked around, mentoring and guiding the young talents.

That was when yet another bolt of lightning struck Lilith.

'Those eyes, that smirk, that air of confidence… That infused, perpetual Presence…'

It was then that Lilith realized the level of pressure Dyon was under constantly. These mentors… They all looked different, but they were all one person… Dyon was guiding them all alone…

Lilith sighed as she signed yet another soul contract. She felt an inexplicable annoyance whenever Dyon did something that made it clear he didn't trust her, but she had learned her lesson about vocalizing such feelings. Plus, she saw the hypocrisy in them even if she didn't want to admit it.

Once they had all signed it, Dyon silently looked at the devil cultivator geniuses.

There were fifteen of them, split among the five power that made up their alliance: Nightmare Palace, their leader, the Infernal Beasts, the Fulgur Clan, the Eclipse Sect and Asyna's Mathilde Clan.

The oldest among them all took their roles as leaders. Lilith and her two brothers represented Nightmare Palace. Baccar and two teenage girls represented the Infernal Beasts. Sokzac and two younger males represented the Fulgur Clan – Dyon believed they were cousins and sons of the Clan Head and Grand Elders. Rolrol lead two older girls, she was the only one who was the youngest of her faction who was still seen as a leader. Finally, Asyna led to Mathilde Clan dark elves, one male and one female.

The Mathilde Clan trio seemed the most docile, they showed no dissatisfaction at signing the contract, likely because Ri was by Dyon's side.

Dyon would be lying if he said Ri's power over the elves didn't make him feel uncomfortable. If he, himself was an elf, would he lower his head like this to an Elvin Queen too? Did he feel anything like that when he tapped into Ri's Primordial Yin?

There were so many things in this martial world that tested his moral code. He had felt absolute confidence in his own compass before, but more and more things were happening recently that caused a storm within him.

It was odd. Just when he felt he had reached an equilibrium of calm with himself after the immense pressure Aritzia's actions put on him, he suddenly found outside forces trying to tear that calm apart.

Dyon took a deep breath, shaking his head to regain his focus.

"I know you might feel dissatisfied now, but in about ten or seconds, I feel that your minds will most definitely change." Dyon said confidently.

The fifteen geniuses looked toward Dyon as though he had said something completely ridiculous. What nonsense was he spouting? Did he think that their feelings were so chea –.

"Now that you've signed this contract, I can tell you a top grade secret of our Mortal Alliance, one that will make you all very happy…" Dyon paused with a light smile. "… We are in possession of likely the last remaining Devil Vein in existence."

BOOM!

The explosions that went off in the mind of the devil path geniuses were so violent that many of their eyes nearly rolled back to the point on losing consciousness.

"For the duration of time you spend under my mortal alliance, you can use the Devil Vein as you please. I'm sure that with your talents, you'll make great use of it."

"Do… Do you understand what you just said?" Asyna, who was just as scantily clad as usual, could no longer avoid Dyon as she had been before. "Do you know what this means? Even if I decided to believe that you weren't lying to us… This is worse than giving wings to a tiger."

Dyon suddenly started laughing.

At first, thinking that he was just playing a joke on them, they frowned. Why did he get their hopes up this way? But, when Dyon spoke again, they suddenly understood that Dyon would never do anything like that…

"You believe that I should be afraid of you fifteen becoming too powerful, right? After all, my Mortal Alliance does have a rule that anyone within 50 years of my age can challenge me for my position…"

Dyon's laughter disappeared, a light so sharp taking over his gaze that the air itself seemed to split.

"… You can have all the help you want in the world. I can prop you up with the whole of my ability. I can provide you with pills, resources, techniques, and even treasures. But defeating me isn't something any of you can succeed in."

Arrogance.