Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

Many forgot how powerful this wife of their leader's was because she was often sleeping or completely emotionless to the point of being invisible. However this savage, blood thirsty aura forced them to suffer a bout of dry mouth. 

Sargeras scratched the back of his head. "About this… I didn't know he was your beloved back then! I really didn't!"

Amphorae's gaze grew colder. Maybe if it wasn't for Little Alauna taking her hand, the whole matter would have been blown out of proportion. 

Dyon hadn't initially wanted to stir up something to deep, but it seemed the relationship between Sargeras and Amphorae wasn't so simple as it seemed. In all likelihood, Amphorae ignored these matters previously because Sargeras was technically dead. She wouldn't hold a grudge against a dead man, least of all her own dead father. 

However, now things were different. Sargeras was back, alive and well, and the things of the past suddenly became far more difficult to brush over and forget. 

Dyon sighed. "Everyone go back and prepare, we'll be leaving for the Sprite Alliance tomorrow. This trip is meaningless on its surface, but it has large implications nonetheless."

They all knew what Dyon meant. Gathering Faith wasn't just about conquering more universes and quadrants, it was also about cultivating a reputation. This was precisely the reason why there were some universes that were strong in Faith, and others that weren't. This was the difference in quality of owner. 

Even during the years Dyon hadn't spent conquering lands, the Sacharro Clan's Faith was swelling because of his reputation as True God Sacharro. However, in the grand scheme, this improvement was still far too minor. Unless he made splashes on a stage so large no one could ignore it, it would remain meaningless. 

The Demon Generals left one after another once they finished paying their respects to Sargeras. Soon, only Dyon, Alauna, Amphorae and the Demon Sage were left behind. Unfortunately, judging by the dodgy eyes of Sargeras, he wasn't very eager to be in this situation. 

Dyon shook his head. "Don't you have something of mine?" 

Sargeras glared at Dyon, but reluctantly handed over the Soul Tome anyway. He didn't want his daughter to get any angrier with him than she already was. 

"Remember this well, Sargeras. You are the Demon Sage to everyone else, but to her, you are a father. If you make my wife cry, it'll be me who won't forgive you. I don't care if you have the strength to rival a Higher Existence, I'll find a way to make you pay."

"Bah, what do you know." 

"I know enough to know that your thoughts are only filled with two things right now. Revenge and perfecting your mortal body. 

"The former is the very thing that led your kingdom to ruin. You believe that your empire fell because your enemies were shameless, when the reality is that you were far from ruin when you finally returned. You only sealed your Fate after you allowed yourself to lose your mind to the Demonic Path.

[Author's Note: Sargeras' story was explained long ago. Unfortunately, even I only vaguely remember which chapters. I think the first half was explained in vol 2 and the second half was explained in vol 4. In vol 2, there're chapters title 'Sargeras' and in vol 4 there're chapter titled 'Pakal'

[The short of it is that when Sargeras came back from the Timeless Library, he found his Kingdom in shambles, but it wasn't entirely over yet. Unfortunately, he lost his mind to rage and wanted quick revenge, which led him down the wrong path. The worst of it was that Amphorae was already born at the time and had to experience this]. 

"As for the latter, your own daughter asked you to give up the idea of opening your dantian and perfecting your Martial Saint Constitution. Yet I can clearly see you haven't given up on the idea…"

Dyon was keenly aware of just how excited Sargeras was hearing about his access to an Immortal Plane. He had thought that the excitement had been too much back then, but now he was able to put two and two together. 

"If you care for Amphorae even the tiniest bit, learn how to think about someone other than yourself for once." 

Dyon left with Alauna and Amphorae, leaving the Demon Sage to his own thoughts. 

However, Dyon himself was lamenting when he'd finally have a normal relationship with his parents-in-law.

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A day later, the Mortal Alliance's geniuses began to make their way to the Federation. Dyon was actually quite content with their progress. 

Even the weakest of the Demon Generals had entered the Pseudo Dao Realm. In addition, every single Vice Commander had taken the final step to enter the lofty Dao Realm. If it wasn't for the difficulty of cultivating [Inner World: Sanctuary], geniuses on their level would have long since crossed this barrier. 

To put matters into perspective, even the Star and Blade Clans might only have a few dozen Dao Formation Realm geniuses below 1000 years old who carried the right to enter the Ancient Battlefield in just 80 years. Yet, the Sacharro Clan was bringing along almost 3000 who would hit this mark in just a few more years. 

Dyon vaguely listened as Emperor Star bored him with the details of how this exchange would go. He was sure that he was speaking nonsense about how it was best not to offend anyone, but Dyon hardly cared. The mother of his child was one of the five most powerful individuals of the Sprite Alliance, even if he decided to take a piss in the middle of their capital, nothing would happen to him. 

Dyon had also forgotten about something else that was very important. The fact he forgot about it in the first place was only more of a testament to him losing his sharpness… 

Those bastards who dared to try and kidnap his daughter… they were likely living quite the high life right now, weren't they? If he didn't cause trouble for them, his name wouldn't be Dyon Sacharro.