Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

In what was formerly known as Low Enigmatic City, Yandevere sat behind a thin curtain veil in the entertainment room of the newly constructed Violet's Bloom Pavilion.

The truth was that she had no idea what was happening on the middle tier right now. What Madeleine didn't know was that the Golden Crow Sect had sent their attack order through the seals of the traitors. But, Dyon cut Yandevere's off, so she was clueless as to what was happening.

Over the past few days, she had been taking on her role as the Head Mistress of this branch. Her appearance had drawn a lot of popularity and revenue for Dyon's newly established city, so she was quite busy.

Aritzia had done too good of a job sealing information. Since she knew that she didn't have enough information about the depth of Dyon's resources, she took the cautious approach. The whole of Middle Lily City was surrounded by a formation disallowing information from going in and out.

Unfortunately for the unaffiliated tourist of Middle Lily City, they were caught up in the chaos. When they tried to leave the city, the armies Aritzia had enlisted to surround the city stopped them, forcing them to go back. They could only hide amidst those warring.

One had to know the Middle Lily City was mostly a low grade entertainment city. It was frequented by mostly males who were relatively weak in comparison to true geniuses. Those with true talent would only go to cities where they could buy supplies worthy of their status. Obviously, the Flaming Lily Sect wasn't strong enough to provide such things. This made the task of keeping them all in incredibly easy.

However, it was at this moment that something unexpected happened.

A disciple working under Yandevere in this branch suddenly approached her behind the curtain of mesh.

"Senior sister, is it okay for us to still be here? The Golden Crow Sect already sent out the kill order. If we stay here any longer, we might get blamed or punished."

Yandevere's grey eyes flashed with a cold light that caused the female disciple to take several quick steps backward in fear.

The disciple knew she had made a mistake. Yandevere's identity as a traitor to the Sect was highly classified information. Most of the other defectors weren't even aware. The only reason such a small-time disciple was aware of it now was because this kill order came along with a list of individuals who were on their side. In this way, they wouldn't attack their own.

Of course, Yandevere was among this list of allies. But, this disciple was confused about why it was that Yandevere hadn't moved despite the kill order having been given out. It had already been more than half a week.

"Do you really believe that your orders are the same as mine?" Yandevere said coldly.

A sudden realization came over the female disciple. She had stayed here, waiting to follow Yandevere's lead because she was afraid of death. She was hoping that if she followed Yandevere into battle, her chance of surviving would be higher. But, now she understood just how foolish she had been.

"I'm sorry. I'll go now." The female disciple bowed quickly to leave, turning around to scurry away. But, how could she know that the last sight she would see would be the fading mesh of the Head Mistress?

Yandevere's thin sword flared with grey flames, eroding the female disciple from the inside out. In reality, she was dead the moment Yandevere's sword pierced her heart.

Yandevere grasped the female disciple's surviving spatial ring. Without hesitation, she headed to the teleportation array of Low Sacharro City to leave for Middle Lily City.

She grit her teeth in frustration when she realized that the connection to Middle Lily City had been cut off. She could only teleport to a nearby territory, several hundred thousand miles away.

She might not like Dyon very much, but he at least treated her better than the Golden Crow Sect did. Now, she had a chance to become the level of expert she truly wanted to be all because of his meridian nurturing pills. She might as well do her part as his slave now.

**

Amphorae, Zaire and Lyla reappeared in Soul Palace. There weren't any guards around because Dyon didn't have manpower to spare for such trivial things. With all the Demon Generals training on the lower tier, their appearance went practically unnoticed.

Lyla gasped when she left Soul Palace to see the tall, shimmering Arc of Humanity. However, tears coated her eyes when she recognized the names at the top. She hadn't spent much time with Mia and Bella, but with her True Empathy, how could she not know how genuinely kind the two of them were?

"Damaris?" Zaire was about to comfort Lyla, but he suddenly noticed that Damaris was standing around the outside of Soul Palace as well. She seemed to be meditating on something.

"Zaire? What are you doing here?" Startled awake, Damaris was stunned. Weren't these three going to the Conference? How were they here?

Once she heard the explanation, Damaris shot up, her aura surging. Though she was still much less valiant in comparison to how bloodthirsty Amphorae could become, she seemed like an unrefined ore slowing approaching that peak.

"I haven't stretched my limbs out fully in almost three years. Let's go." Damaris said eagerly.

"Big brother told us to stay here though…" Zaire said with a frown.

"No. He said for Lady Amphorae to stay here. Us, however, can enter the celestial floor. You haven't completed your trials yet, but there's no rule that says you must. Do they think they can bully my Sect Master so easily? Hmph."

Zaire's jaw almost fell to the ground. Though he had unlimited confidence in his elder brother, he still couldn't understand just how Dyon subdued Damaris so quickly.

"Good." Zaire's fists slammed together, sending out rings of compressed air. "Let's go rampage a bit then."

Little Lyla smiled lightly, her beautiful pink diamond eyes glistening under the high sun. She was quite docile usually, but hearing that her elder sister Madeleine was in danger… Well… Let's just say that the world would soon know the might of a True Empath.