Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

Thinking to this point, Dyon told Veles his plan. Hearing this, Veles directly agreed. After all, much of the reason he was apprehensive was that face was a great matter in the martial world – especially in a clan of dragons. If Dyon came here, convinced him to give up his armies to his command, even though Dyon was technically the one to need help, one might think that Veles was nothing more than a dog on Dyon's leash. This solved that problem.

As Dyon continued to describe his battle tactics, everything from how he planned to use formations and the landscape, to his attack-radius formation and his communication arrays, Veles' eyes continued to widen and become brighter. He had never heard of such ingenious methods before. It was no wonder Dyon wanted to lead.

With that last bit of reservation out of the way, Veles felt content in the gamble he was about to take and Dyon was gratified that he didn't have to use his final trump card to convince this former friend of his.

The truth was that both Dyon and Veles were aware that this could be a death sentence for the both of them. But, if they came out on top, wouldn't they be like a phoenix reborn from the ashes? The path to their rise would be set. Imagine what they could do if they could remove the restrictions on the Angel Clan vein and grow this planet as their central base? If they took a few decades to raise up the quality of their warriors, they could then sweep the universe before consolidating again and turning their gaze even further outward.

As long as they took this first step firmly, the future was limitless!

Dyon smiled. "There are just a few more things I need to let you know about, Veles. If we don't scheme against those bastards, would my name still be Dyon Sacharro?!"

**

In a sacred level of the Viserion Palace, two country toppling beauties were creating mischief. After Nina sent away the guards, she and Luna walked into a treasure room filled to the brim with rare gems and materials. Even the Viserion's most treasured cultivation techniques rested here.

The guards didn't find it too odd when they noticed Nina's presence. Their Queen often came here with quite a few ladies. Although they didn't dare to speculate too much, even they as guards could only remain at the foot of the 100-foot-tall stair case that lead to that sacred level, so it was known to everyone that if there was one truly private place in the whole of the Viserion Clan, it was the Sacred Treasure Room.

Over the years, Nina had transformed this room into her own private playpen, filling it was luxurious beds, couches, and soft sheets, all so that she could "admire her treasures in peace".

However, there was nothing peaceful about the indecent acts and moans currently filling the room as two beauties intertwined the soft, flawless skin.

The delicate movements… The sweet smell… The faint moistness… All riveted with euphoric sounds of pleasure and constantly arching backs and shaking legs…

One would be so enthralled by this heavenly scene that you would hardly notice the fact that the voluptuous beauty with sparkling green eyes was actually being tied down and ravaged by the supposedly petite and delicate beauty.

Maybe in the heat of your pleasure, you would miss the odd mix of pain and delight in her features.

And since you missed all of that, you would definitely miss the distracted look in the dominant, petite beauty's violet eyes, as they dashed around the room, seemingly looking for something…

Until it landed on an ancient tome – surprisingly complete for a mere branch clan – titled [Dragon Refining Arts]…

Nina's feverish moans filled the once quite treasure rooms, vibrating the ridiculous amount of precious metals that surrounded them. She didn't seem to notice the ropes were chaffing her arms, instead choosing to be completely engrossed in her feelings. It was as though she had left reality, stepping to a complete other world.

Luna, however, absentmindedly moved her slender fingers through slender cracks and crevices with an expertise that was almost mind boggling. One could tell that she understood how to use her petite figure expertly. While Dyon had his own spurts of nimbleness, he, without a doubt, lost out to this wife of his.

At the moment, though, Luna couldn't seem to focus at all. Ever since her youth, she had a sensitivity to energy and the flow of it that no one could match. It was similar concept to Bai Meiying's Feng Shui Compass will, however, it was much less niche and more of an instinct than a technique. It was as though the breath of the universe followed her wherever she went, as such, she could often understand the essence of techniques and formations without ever having had any formal training in any of them.

While this was normally a great thing, and was actually quite helpful in many aspects – even when it came to knowing exactly what a sexual partner of hers wanted, when – it was a major part of the reason her life was such a mess now. Even Luna wasn't exactly clear on what she was.

Was she a member of a long-lost race? Did she have a special and rare constitution? Was she the reincarnation of some supreme expert?

The truth of the matter was that all Luna knew was that she was coveted. Not only for her talent and what it might be, but also for her ability to act as a cultivation incubator. All her life, even her own father, treated her as nothing more than a treasure that could be used to barter for a better future for their clan. The most disgusting part was that how could those old fogies even know of her existence so early if it wasn't for that father of hers?

Even if they eventually found her centuries later, would they really have found her less than five decades into her life?! No matter how oppressive their searching abilities were, how could they scour a cosmos filled with a near infinite number of universes?

'How good would it have been if we had more time?...' Luna thought with tears threatening to spill from her eyes. Realizing her mistake, she dove her petite head into Nina's ample bosom, using the pretext of teasing her nipples to hide her emotion… Hoping that the fragrant sweat was enough to hide the much less exciting of the two salty liquids.

Even though a life where her father actually acted like a real father would mean that the Universe Tournament would have never been able to lead her husband to her, at least in that case, he would be safe. Maybe, if fate allowed it, they would meet later in life. She might not have had a right to be his wife at that point, but with Dyon's place in her heart currently, she almost didn't care what she had to sacrifice to be by his side.

Luna had absolute confidence that all Dyon needed was time… If only he had more time… There would be no one in this universe… No, the entire cosmos that could stop him.

Unfortunately, they didn't have such a luxury. Luna couldn't afford to be overly engrossed in her feelings, nor could she reminisce about what could have been. She had no choice but to move forward. She had to be callous and strong. She had to do things she didn't want to do and face things she had been hiding from for decades…

There was a point in her life where she had completely given up. She believed that maybe it was best if she just road whatever wave came her way, allowing it to happen. It wasn't that her heart was cold or unfeeling, but rather she understood all things so well that anything other than simple logic seemed foreign to her. As backwards and odd as that might sound, this was how she truly felt.

When everyone else saw the sun rise, Luna saw its steadily dissipating energy… How much time it had left to spin so brightly… How close it was to dying…

When everyone else saw a flower, Luna saw its reserves, what flow would allow it to open, as well as what flow would allow it to die.

When everyone else saw the love of their life, all Luna saw was a ball of energy… Maybe the only reason she knew her husband was so handsome was because his light shone brighter than everyone else's…

She just wanted to see the world for what it truly was… She didn't want to know anything and everything about the things around her. Why couldn't she just see the skin she was feeling instead of the energy of the heat coming off of it? Why was it that even the most beautiful things in life became so disgusting in her eyes?

Why couldn't she just be a human being?!