Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

?However, how could she know that Anak only knew these things because Dyon told him? While he seemed to be completely silent, the truth was that his heart was a raging storm. The more days passed, the more he realized just how unfathomable Dyon was.

How many Higher Existences were on the Ancient Battlefield? How many Lords? How many Supremes? How many first… second .. even third facet Overlords?

Now think about how many had been birthed and went on to die in the history of the battlefield as a whole?

Over trillions upon trillions upon more trillions of years, the number must have been astronomical! Yet not a single one realized the span of the secret they waded in day after day…. Except for him?!

Anak couldn't be absolutely certain that no one had noticed, but even if a few had, it was most definitely a minor few.

Maybe others really had, but met an ill fated demise for their troubles. Who knew? Maybe the answers lay at the end of Valen's deductions?

What Anak did know was that Dyon hadn't allowed Valen to come here because he couldn't decipher the impossibly large array himself. Rather… It was because he found it to be too tedious. Why not let someone who had a shortcut do it for him?

Plus, Dyon had no idea if there would be other barriers down the roar, so it was best if someone knowledgeable opened the path for him.

Unfortunately, Valen had no idea he was being used like this. What was even more miserable was that just as he was finally certain he neared the end of his path, and even found the very origin point he was looking for, his visage turned a ghastly sheen of white as he realized there were 5 individuals standing before it ahead of him.

Before he could react, Dyon qi swept forward, knocking both him and Chrysanthemum unconscious.

"It's more useful to me if they don't know that you colluded with me to fool them. There are still some unknown variables to come. Who knows, maintaining your identity as a hidden spy may come in handy…"

There was still too much Dyon didn't know…

Why had they sent the Mist Clan outside? Could what they need be on Valen's person? What could a weak Clan like the Mist Clan possibly hold on to that such a powerful existence would need?

But even more importantly, Jade had never mentioned such a clan. Not in her notes, not in the videos she left behind, there was not a single trace of their mention. How could such a powerful Clan fall without making a sound?

With so many questions, he had to remain vigilant. He couldn't afford any mistakes.

"Anak, enter my inner world along with them. If I need you, I'll bring you out."

Anak nodded silently, but just as he was about to enter, Dyon suddenly stopped him once more, meeting his gaze deeply.

"I'm not into men, you know." Anak said off-handedly.

Dyon shook his head. Much like the previous 'joke' he made, Anak's words might have been quite funny if he hadn't said them so emotionlessly.

"I only wanted to say that I'm sorry." Dyon said seriously.

"Sorry? For what exactly?"

Dyon sighed. "If that's your response, then never mind. I'm sure you'll find a life partner much better than Chrysanthemum in the future."

"You're thinking too much. Chrysanthemum from the very beginning was a wife my father arranged for me. Back then, our Emperor Giant Clan was ranked 11th while they were ranked 9th. It in only done in hopes of rising our ranks. Though, such things seem quite meaningless considering what's happened since then."

Hearing Anak explain himself with so many words, Dyon only felt more guilty. He understood human emotions too well to simply take Anak's word for it all.

"Alright."

With a nod, Anak entered Dyon's inner world, leaving behind Dyon and his four wives.

"Okay." Dyon turned toward them and nodded seriously. "From now on, don't leave a five-meter radius of me."

By now, it wasn't only Madeleine who found Dyon's actions weird, but even Amphorae who thought nothing of battle and music all day began to feel skeptical. However, this was a sort of insight only privy to those who could claim to be the closest to him. Maybe to an outside observer, there would be nothing wrong at all.

"This point in the river is a weak point. However, it's not on the shore, but rather about a kilometer in from here.

"The trouble is that flying over the water is even more difficult that flying over land. It's not just a matter of the beasts overhead, but the atmosphere becomes heavier. You'll waste too much of your qi unless I support you so stay focused."

Seeing the four of them nod, Dyon launched himself into the skies, his wives following closely in behind.

Though it wasn't true, no one would be surprised if one said this prison gained its 'battlefield' moniker from its raging rivers, lakes, seas and oceans.

There was no such thing as a calm lake or a serene river in this place. There were no blue waters or rivers so clear one could see to their bottom from the surface…

Here, the waters were so dark that they almost looked like beds of oil. The only calm was in the pause raging waves took once they reached their peak before crashing down and causing tsunamis that could obliterate planets. These were the dark ocean waters of the ancient battlefield, a place no human or beast dared to tread upon lightly.