Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

Within each of the Demon Corps, 450 000 were saints and the remaining 50 000 were celestials of varying strength. Pseudo Dao experts were incredibly rare. Aside from the six Dyon captured in Universe One, the next few only appeared once more within Universe Thirteen, bringing the total to ten. Dyon assumed that this was because the true elite forces were concentrated in the five core universes.

Over the next 2 months, Dyon held nothing but military exercises. He drilled his philosophy and tactics into the minds of these newcomers. He worked them so hard that they hardly had time to think of rebelling, not that Monet's abilities would allow them.

The newcomers were aghast. This leader of theirs actually had the train within the harsh environments of the Gates under maintenance for months on end. To make matters worse, he had raised the Gate's threshold to the celestial realm despite the vast majority of the army being saints.

In these months, the citizens of the Five Beast Clan Alliance came to know Dyon's strength. It wasn't impossible to see Dyon summoning thousands of clones, all to decimate an entire Demon Corps alone.

"Again!"

Dyon roared in the skies, watching emotionlessly as his army of 10 000 0.5% clones beat yet another Demon Corps into submission.

After forming his dao heart and awakening his full talent, mastering techniques became far easier. The first technique Dyon used his new ability to flood his brain with soul qi on was the Florence Family technique, allowing him to master it to a new level and create 5% clones despite his vast increase in strength. However, Dyon was only using 0.5% clones now in order to give them Demon Corps a chance.

"React faster! You're cultivators!" Dyon's voice of disdain peppered down insults. "When I say turn to the west, you about face to the west. When I say the east, you pivot to the east. Did I say to take a step forward? So why would you?!"

Dyon's system was the same it had always been. With his soul, he was able to personally speak commands into the ears of five-man squadron leaders if he wanted to. Controlling an army to such fine detail in this way was likely something only Dyon could do.

"Daddy, they're so bad." Alauna sat on Dyon's shoulders playing with his hair. "Daddy alone is beating them all!"

Hearing a little girl basically call them trash, the army felt bitter.

Damn it all. If you can make so many of yourself, and so powerful at that, what the hell do you need us for anyway? Plus, how do you expect us to work together as well as literal clones can?! On top of all of that, you're the one giving us the orders, you're clearly cheating! You know what's coming so you're reacting to it before we can even do it!

Dyon nodded, his serious expression vanishing as he smiled for his little girl. "Little Precious could definitely do better."

"Yup, yup. I'm very strong!" Little Alauna giggled.

The army below nearly spat up blood as the Demon Generals smiled bitterly. They could only pray for the boy who fell in love with that little girl. He would definitely go through hell.

In truth, Dyon's purpose wasn't to just train these men, he wanted them to understand his strength. He wanted them to feel that he was infallible, that he could do anything. He wanted them to revere him.

As he pounded the Demon Corps into the ground one after another, this lesson was being ingrained into their very souls: "Their leader could defeat 500 000 of them without lifting a single finger." This was what they were all thinking.

Soon, Dyon felt that their improvements were satisfactory. Maybe for mortals, just two months of training wouldn't be enough. But, cultivators innately had greater mental capacities than mortals did. This was especially so for beasts talented enough to take on human forms.

Of course, the vast majority of these armies were saint beasts. Considering they were only of the earth and heaven grade, they couldn't take human forms, which was actually part of the problem Dyon faced in training them. But, it was eventually a hurdle he overcame.

When the end of the two months came, Dyon no longer hesitated. He turned his ire toward the Five Core Universes.

While others might start with the weakest of the five, Dyon had no such intention. The first he would conquer would be Golden Crown Raven territory.

**

At this moment, a young hook-nosed man was sprinting as though he had his life on the line. His speed was far beyond that of a mortal, covering several hundred meters in just a few blinks of an eye, but even then, he didn't seem happy with his progress.

He slipped and stumbled, crash falling across a dirt road along a barely cleared section of forest. Even still, he hardly noticed what happened, rolling and pushing himself up, only to launch himself into the air and morph from the form of a man, to a dark feathered bird.

A sharp cry sounded through air, alerting the scouts up ahead in an instant. The young man was in such a rush that he didn't have time to think of the consequences of his actions. Entering his beast form and even flying above the quickly approaching city were all forbidden within this district. It was a way of separating the upper echelon of society from the lower as the humanoid form was seen as a status symbol.

But the young man couldn't care for such things now.

Numerous attacks suddenly pierced his wings, but his calls continued as he crash landed before a well built city.

In most cultivation lands, building walls was useless unless they acted as an anchor for a formation. Likewise, this city had walls, but its gates were perpetually open. Who would dare to attack the core city of the mighty Golden Crown Raven Clan?

"Attack! Attack!" The young man crumpled into his human form, bloody streaks filling his body.