Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

If Eve knew that the technique Dyon promised he'd master soon to repair her foundation was used in this way, she would feel pity for her fellow comrade at arms. In fact, pity didn't seem like a strong enough word, because this person was still unaware that the person who had just healed him was actually Dyon himself!

Elder Diasho collected himself, trying his best to meet Dyon's gaze. With Chenglei gone, it was easier, but not as easy as he felt it should have been. Usually, Dyon kept his Presence hidden like a sword in a sheath, but right now, it was taking everything in him to not have directly killed this Diasho Clan elder, so it spilled out uncontrollably.

Dyon still hadn't peered into the secrets of his newly formed Presence after absorbing the Pride Clan's pool of blood, but he knew that it was no longer limited by usual hindrances.

"What's the point of this display?" He said with a sneer. "Even if I defeat your younger cousin in the future, won't I still die just the same?"

Dyon suddenly erupted into a fit of laughter. This poor soul, he really didn't know.

In truth, after healing him, Dyon truly couldn't defeat this man alone anymore. But the fact remained that this was only because he had healed him. If Dyon hadn't done so, killing this man would only take an half an hour or so battle, if that.

Plus, if he had Chenglei's help, even this man at his peak wasn't his match.

Dyon obviously had his own reasons for healing this man outside of the slap to the face.

The Blade Clans couldn't help but be enraged at Dyon's blatant disregard. But unfortunately, there was nothing they could do. He had proved in the boldest way possible just how little regard he had for this shameless Diasho Clan elder. Even now as he spoke of Dyon's 'hypocrisy' he was really just trying to find a lane for his own survival.

"Well, that's not exactly something you have to worry about." Dyon said casually, catching his breath. "But here, tell you what. Since you're so scared of retaliation, in the impossible event that you defeat my kid cousin, even if you kill him, the Sacharro Clan will not seek grievances.

"I'll also make sure that my woman doesn't touch a hair on your insignificant head."

Not just Elder Diasho, but the whole of the Blade Clans felt a stifling pressure on their chests.

They didn't need to think much to understand. This masked man… His woman was a Higher Existence?!

The fear they felt toward this man was suddenly multiplied many times over. Others finally realized that no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't see through this man's cultivation. It was then that a beautiful misunderstanding occurred.

Dyon couldn't call Jade his wife, he felt it was unfair to do so. However, not calling her his woman would also be unfair. She had done too much for him, given up too much.

Obviously, his words weren't a lie. It was just that he didn't understand what it meant to have a Higher Existence as your woman.

Simply by virtue of societal structures within the martial world, powerful women tended not to marry, least of all ones powerful enough to become half-step transcendents.

When a woman was seen to have this much talent in their families, they would never be married off. After all, giving away your Primordial Yin was as good as giving away that level of power to another family.

Simply put, Higher Existence women who married were exceptionally rare. And the only ones who had… Had another Higher Existence for a spouse!

The entirety of the dust field fell silent.

Years ago, a Higher Existence appeared to dote on Dyon.

Years following, another Higher Existence appeared protecting Amphorae to join the Federation.

And today, yet another Higher Existence appeared riding upon a Dragon infinitesimally close in aura to being a Higher Existence itself!

Three confirmed Higher Existences! Just how deep was the Sacharro Clan?!

Emperor Star suddenly felt that these matters he thought were in his control were slipping out of his hands.

And… as the perception of the Sacharro Clan skyrocketed, so too did Dyon feel his Faith thicken. It seems his plan had worked…

Emperor Star cleared his throat.

"I'm aware that the grudge between your two Clans has not come to an end, but I hope it won't go further than this. Sir Sacharro has agreed that their Sacharro Clan's Heir will settle this matter himself. Once True God Sacharro is prepared, I don't mind overseeing this battle personally if you all will have me.

"However, what I do not want is for underhanded schemes to proliferate our Federation. We have to come together out of necessity. How strong we become in the next century will dictate whether or not we have the right to survive in this chaotic era."

Dyon nodded. "Of course, I agree. The Sacharro Clan will not provoke anyone who does not provoke us first. As I remember it, the grudge between my kid cousin and your False True God Diasho Ken occurred because many youths saw it fit to bully Little Dyon's personal guard.

"Back then, the Sacharro Clan did not step in and help my kid cousin deal with this matter, so he sought revenge for himself. The proof itself shows that we will maintain our integrity. I hope that the Diasho Clan does the same."

Hearing these words, those that believed that Sacharro Clan had been a bit too arrogant laid down their biased opinions. Dyon's words were true. If it wasn't for Dyon's life being on the line, maybe no one would be aware that the Sacharro Clan had even one Higher Existence, let alone three.

From Dyon's very first appearance in the Valley of Geniuses, he had always relied on his own strength to battle. Unlike some others who were followed by grand entourages, Dyon even often travelled alone. If he was arrogant, it was because he had the right to be.

It was only then that some began to take Dyon's challenge toward Diasho Ken's uncle seriously. Maybe he really would be able to defeat him in time…