Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

Amphorae wanted to leave directly, worried about how the war might be fairing without her and Luna there, but she knew it would be rude to do so.

She had been very arrogant these past few weeks in order to fight for a strong position among the Clans here, especially since regardless of Dyon's status, their quadrants were technically ranked 58th and 99th respectively. Because of this, her actions were necessary so she wasn't forced to reveal more about the Sacharro Clans power than necessary.

However, a constantly hard approach was ill-advised. The Clan that had likely accumulated the most Faith in their tower quadrants were the Sapientia, but they were well known as neutral pacifists. So, Amphorae, despite her not liking it very much, stayed and exchanged a few pleasantries, mostly relying on Little Lyla to fill in her lack of social skills.

True God Diasho looked upon Amphorae with fiery eyes, hardly able to control himself. Anyone with half a thought could see the vulgar expression hidden within his eyes. It could only be said that he was very lucky Dyon wasn't present.

"Mistress Sacharro who represents the younger generation of the Sacharro Clan? To be honest, we are very curious about your Clan's depth of power."

The one who spoke was a female elder of the Elemental Qilin Clan, Grand Elder Nativus. Maybe only qilins and dragons would ask such a sensitive question outright without hiding traps within their words.

Currently, many powerful figures in the surroundings, amiably chatting.

"My husband isn't the only genius of our Sacharro Clan, though he does happen to be the best…" Amphorae replied lightly.

Luna had seemingly vanished, but Lyla was by her side, linking her arms with her elder sister with an adorable smile on her face. Though she was the least qualified to stand here, it was undeniable that her presence made others feel comfortable.

"Is that so? I've always speculated that the Sacharro Clan was quite small. How many will you be bringing?"

"Not many." Amphorae replied frankly. "Honestly speaking, the Star Clan has little to offer us. We will make an appearance in solidarity of their efforts, but not much more. That said, when the Sprite Alliance becomes involved, it won't be difficult for us to provide a few hundred…"

The pupils of the elders constricted into pin holes. It was already decided that the lowest threshold for acceptance by the Sprite Alliance was to enter the Dao Realm at the First Order. Did the Sacharro Clan really have such depth?

This wasn't the most poignant point. The age threshold for the Ancient Battlefield was 1000 years old. If it was just a few hundred First Order Dao experts, it would be surprising, but not obscenely so. There were a few Clans here who could match such an ask. But, if the criteria was being 890 years old or younger…

The Clan Heads looked at each other and smiled bitterly.

Amphorae's words weren't a lie. Dyon and she were certain that it would only be a few more decades before the Demon Generals began to break into the dao realm one after another. Each of them were geniuses worthy of entering the Dao Realm at the 9th Order. The only reason why the vast majority of them had failed to become even 9th Order Celestials was because of how difficult cultivating [Inner World: Sanctuary] was.

That said, the Vice Commanders were all currently of the 10th Order at a minimum. About half of them had already attacked and succeeded in entering the 11th Order. As for the rest of the Demon Generals, Dyon had plans on helping them out as well…

If he had Luna's help and gave his Demon Generals the talent of his people, would they still struggle in cultivating [Inner World: Sanctuary]? By then, other Clans could only weep at the talent under the Sacharro Clan's wings.

In truth, this wasn't the only surprise Dyon had in store for the Demon Generals, but this would have to wait for the official establishing of the Mortal Empire.

"What will Madame Amphorae do in the meantime? Is the Sacharro Clan undertaking any big endeavors?"

The question seemed benign, but Amphorae, who had tried to put on her least aggressive expression couldn't help but frown deeply.

There was a very different connotation behind calling her Madame Amphorae instead of Mistress or Madame Sacharro. It was clear that whoever it was wanted to separate Amphorae from the Sacharro Clan in a subtle fashion. Considering this truth, maybe it wasn't so surprising that it was True God Diasho who had spoken.

True God Star, seeing his friend acting so blatantly in such a situation, couldn't help but rub his face in exasperation. Empress Aspirant Cativa had suddenly disappeared again, and now Diasho Ren was stirring up trouble. These days had truly been too stressful.

"What will I be doing?" Amphorae replied somewhat coldly.

"Well, with True God Sacharro being away…" Diasho Ren cleared his throat, as though finally realizing there was something wrong with his words. "… What I mean to say is that your Clan likely has plans outside of this, right? I was only wondering if my Diasho Clan might lend a hand."

Amphorae truly didn't feel like answering. If it was up to her, she'd rip Ren's eyes from their sockets and chop off that vulgar tent pitched in his pants.

Luckily, it seemed she wouldn't have to as a light giggling cut through the silent atmosphere.

Ren frowned, turning his gaze to Lyla the culprit.

"There's little else women like less than to have their age questioned, you know. Even if you weren't already foolish enough trying to gain my big brother's wife's favor, you would definitely be foolish for assuming her age."

Ren's eyes widened, hardly knowing how to respond to this.

"Slow witted too." Lyla shook her pretty little head. "My big sister-in-law isn't even 200 years old yet, what do you mean what will she be doing? She'll be going to Sprite Alliance territory just like you will."