Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

And now, it hit in full force once more. It was just that this particular example condensed the events so compactly that it hit much harder than it usually did. The inevitability that was the end of Mia and Bella's lives played out right before Dyon…

Dyon prided himself on always finding a path to victory. Such a thing was the pinnacle of irony considering how easily his chaos flames broke his resolve. And now, once again, he faced another blocked road. Those very same roadblocks seemed to be closing in.

Months trickled by. Dyon seemed to have disappeared from the martial world's eye once more. He was like a fleeting legend in the eyes of those who followed his exploits. Appearing like the raging winds and thunderous clouds, only to disappear when he felt like it.

Still, the Demon Generals continued to progress. Their stagnated combat prowess soared. This was the difference between having the help of the tower and not. Now, even the weakest of them were 2nd stage celestials, while the strongest Vice Commanders were creeping up upon the middle celestial realm.

By now, it was just over six months since Dyon had appeared on these celestial floors. Not only had the protection over his danger zones come to an end, but over 900 of the 999 days the Jafari Clan treasure needed had come and gone.

During this time, the faction wars were raging even more furiously. The date of the ancient battlefield's arrival was looming, and everyone wanted to be more prepared. Only Dyon and his people who had 17 years of protection didn't seem to care.

Everyday, ownership of territories and danger zones would flip. Smaller, weak Clans could only swallow their losses and shrink back. Like this, lands were continuously and quickly being monopolized by those who had the largest fist.

Soon, quadrants ranked 11th and higher, excluding the Sapientia, controlled over 95% of the available territories in all four tiers, leaving only 5% for quadrants ranked 12th to 50th. As for quadrants ranked below that, they didn't have many, if any, celestials talented enough to reach that stage before 1000 years old, so their presence on the celestial floors was too scarce to do anything.

The True Gods Dyon enraged seemed to have their hands full, completely ignoring his slap to their faces. At least, that was what the general population believed. As for those who were truly intelligent, they understood that the True Gods knew there was no point in attacking until Dyon's danger zone protection ended!

On one particular day while Dyon continuously stared off into the grey clouds, his mind blank, the once peaceful Low Gold City became the center of a stir.

Dyon's blank eyes slowly regained their focus as his slightly transparent body snapped back into full view. Of course, Dyon had just exited his constitution's inner world. He found observing the bull-bird family incredibly soothing.

However, his peace and tranquility were bound to come to an end, because numerous armies were approaching him from the north, south, west and east.

To the north, the banner of the Heavenly Sword Guild flew. The image of a holy grail crossed by two twinkling swords struck fear in all who saw it.

To the south, the banner of the Star Force flew. The image of a bright, 12 sided star shimmering with gold and silver was known by all. It was said that the Twelve Pointed Star was the symbol of the Star Clan's ancestor, each point representing the 12 stages of a cultivation realm. Only when it was complete would a Star disciple unleash their full strength.

To the east, there was a surprising sight. None of these individuals were among the Clans Dyon banned, yet it was obvious why they came. There were three armies, one leg by True God Titus, another by True God Anak, and the last by True God Falkor. They were all True Gods of the lower tier, wouldn't it be too shameful for them to not have a stake claim on Low Gold City? After all, it was tradition for True Gods to control Low Gold City together, yet Dyon took it all for himself.

To the west, there was no army at all. Instead, there were only three individuals, each with auras so massive that they shone like bright stars within Dyon's divine sense. These were none other than True God Aurum, Lux and Nativus!

Dyon's eyes didn't seem to have any particular reaction. He had expected this long ago, was there a point in panicking?

Plus, there were two things that swung these matters in his favor.

The first was a bit of a double-edged sword. Since the approaching armies had to go through numerous danger zones, silver danger zones at that, they could only take the elite of the elite. After all, even Emperors could die in a silver danger zone.

On the one hand, this meant that the army sizes were kept fairly small in comparison to the norm, though, still quite large. There were a few dozen thousand per group as opposed to the several millions to even billion a true war would scale on.

Of course, not all of these warriors were Emperors, or else it wouldn't have been so shocking that Dyon's Demon Generals were all at that standard. However, it needed to be noted that this was the lower tier, as such, the silver danger zones were appropriately scaled. While an Emperor Lower Celestial could die, an Emperor Middle Celestial wouldn't be likely to.

Thus, these armies had a very simple solution to this: they brought stronger warriors. Many were just mere Dukes, with a few Kings, but could ignore lower tier silver danger zones due to their higher and peak celestial realm cultivation.

Simply put, the bad news was that all of those here could easily survive the dangers of the danger zones they were passing now. However, there was a saying that good was always paired with bad.

The good news was that this wasn't the only war these clans and sects had to focus on. Since they had wars raging on the middle, higher and peak tiers, they couldn't just extract all their warriors, right? If they did so, it would leave them vulnerable! This worked greatly in Dyon's favor.