Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

Unfortunately, Dyon really wasn't aware of that sort of gaze. Maybe he had seen it from Clara, but her expression was usually cold and unfeeling. Even if she was as angry as Lilith was today, she would never explode in the same way. She would choose to not speak with Dyon instead or ignore the matter altogether.

Madeleine wouldn't even understand what that emotion was, while Ri had reached a place where she was incredibly comfortable and confident in herself, especially after her Elvin Queen Reign's constitution truly awoke. Before she shied away from her potential, trying to prove herself as a worthy wife by following a path she didn't absolutely love. But now it was different.

Then there was Amphorae. She had a level of maturity that made Dyon feel unworthy instead of the other way around. Her mindset was simply too stable.

There were of course women like Violet who made her jealousy plain as day. But, Dyon didn't care for that woman even a bit. He hardly paid attention to her.

Dyon shook his head. 'Anyway, I'd like to extend an olive branch to your Sect. I've made a big mess of your prestige, but I have a purpose behind it…'

The Fifth Elder immediately understood why Dyon was sending him a private message. This was serious.

By Dyon's words, it seemed he made a big show of stomping on the pride of the Enigmatic Sect all so that he could extend this olive branch… It meant he wanted to form a partnership with their Sect, but didn't want others to know about it… At least not for now.

'He seemed reckless, but he's actually so careful … A true genius…' Still, the Fifth Elder bitterly smiled. 'At the end of the day, it's our Sect who must suffer this slap to the face in silence. However…' The Fifth Elder's eyes sparkled. '… The support of a Moon Lord… No, maybe even the Planet Lord or Star Lord that backs this young man… What bullshit Sapientia Auction if we can get that?!'

The Fifth Elder smiled lightly. "Thank you for your visit, True God Sacharro. Please feel free to visit again any time."

'For this young man to understand that I handle the diplomatic affairs of the Sect so quickly. A genius really is a genius.'

Dyon smiled, nodding and walking away.

While all others felt that the Enigmatic Sect had been humiliated that day, another sort of storm was brewing.

'I've focused too much on my own battle prowess, maybe it's time to show the world what the son of Saintess and General Sacharro can truly do. Wait patiently, Aritzia. The game board won't be your backyard for very long.'

Dyon had been racking his brain, constantly trying to figure out how to deal with the matters of the Water Mist Sect. But that was when it hit him, something he remembered Ri telling him long ago…

Second Elder Viola was once the lover of the Sect Master of this very Enigmatic Sect.

[Author's Note: Viola's backstory is described in chapters titled 'Viola'. The tldr is that the Sect Master and Viola were in love in their youth, but the Sect Master had another woman he loved as well. He couldn't choose, so Viola made the choice for him and ended up marrying another man who died due to old age because his cultivation talent wasn't as good as Viola's.]

Dyon understood then that he had a chance to grasp.

It didn't matter to him whether Viola and the Sect Master ever reconciled their past. All that mattered was that the Enigmatic Sect would likely never take a hostile position against the Water Mist Sect. With enough coaxing and incentives, especially in the form of his support as a Planet Lord, this ally-leaning neutrality may turn into a true alliance.

If Dyon could pull this off, then he'd be able to strengthen the Water Mist Sect while staving off the Mist Clan until it was too late for them to retaliate. If handled perfectly, it wasn't impossible for the Enigmatic Sect to fall into his hands either.

First he'd take them under his wing as an ally. He'd slowly nurture them to the point where they'd find leaving his side impossible.

And the best part about all of this? No one would ever expect it… The Enigmatic Sect which hated Dyon so much to become his greatest trump card.

Lilith startled herself awake, pushing herself up so quickly that her head spun. She quickly checked her surroundings only to find her little brothers by her bedside. In the end she sunk down and sighed.

'I lost again.'

It was only then she found that the environment was different than what she was used to. This wasn't her courtyard, or her bed. And that… Lilith's face twisted as her black eyes landed and the handsome face of an insufferable bastard.

The gritting of her teeth filled the silent room.

"Big sister, relax. You'll hurt yourself again." The two brothers tried to coax their elder sister. One would think they were the older siblings by this interaction.

"Why did you bring us here?" Lilith asked through gritted teeth, staring daggers at Dyon.

"Isn't that obvious? I brought you here because you'd be useful to me. You're all incredible talents and it would be beneficial for me to make use of you all."

Lilith laughed a hoarse laughter. "Make use of me, do you believe you're qualified to do that?"

Dyon refrained from rolling his eyes.

The Lilith he remembered was a calm and composed woman who faced death unblinkingly. He could still remember the day she tried to kill herself after realizing what Dyon was asking of her in exchange for healing her soul. If it wasn't because Dyon was stronger than she was… No, he wasn't stronger. Rather, she was simply injured and he had tricks up his sleeve.

Either way, if it wasn't for him being capable of stopping her, either one of them could have died that day.