Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

If Dyon was here, he'd likely be laughing up a storm. His Little Lyla truly hadn't let him down, defending her big brother's honor even with him being so far away. Little sisters really did have the sharpest tongues. He couldn't have said it better himself. 

Diasho Ren really was too foolish. His question obviously implied Amphorae was over the 890-year age limit and would thus be older than 1000 years old by the time the battlefield descended and the first phase opened. But he didn't even realize that the woman he was trying to strike up a conversation with was less than a quarter the age he assumed her to be. 

Even if Amphorae wasn't the kind of woman to care about such things, Diasho Ren really was too stupid. 

"This…" Diasho Ren rubbed the back of his head. 

In truth, he was more than a little bit enraged by this weak little girl, but if he showed it, he would only embarrass himself further. He couldn't fathom was Dyon had done to deserve such a woman. He was certain that the marriage between Amphorae and Dyon was forced through without her consent. How else could a celestial marry such a genius dao expert? 

Remembering how doting that Higher Existence Sacharro woman was toward Dyon, he was even more certain. That was the kind of Clan elder who would do anything to get their heir the best spouses. 

The more he thought about it, the more infuriated he became. He saw Amphorae as a pitiful trapped bird who couldn't escape her marriage even if she wanted to. 

In his delusion, he clenched his fists, swearing in his heart that he would grow strong enough to free her. Then they could live a happy, fulfilling life together. 

Reading his thoughts, Lyla fell into another fit of giggles. She could hardly control herself, but this only made Diasho Ren angrier. 

"You're lucky my big brother isn't here. He wouldn't take too kindly to your actions." Lyla said through laughs. 

Diasho Ren snorted, finally putting his away his embarrassed look. "True God Sacharro will never be my match!"

A valiant, sharp aura soared from within him. Many elders couldn't help but nod. The leader of the Heavenly Sword Guild truly wasn't just empty boasts. 

"Mhm, mhm." Lyla waved her hands, pulling Amphorae away. "Try not to lose your head. It would be a shame if my big brother decided there should be one less genius among us all. He's not very good at restraining himself, especially when it comes to his wives. You should ask the Sacharro Clan about that…" 

Though she said these words, many took it as a little sister believing a bit too much in her elder brother. True God Sacharro was a great talent, but they all believed the Ancient Battlefield was descending too soon for him … This stage would be fought on by those who had already entered the dao realm, those still within the celestial realm would be nothing but canon fodder. 

 It was only after Amphorae and Lyla had disappeared that the elders finally grasped the gravity of Lyla's words…. 

From their senses, they knew that Amphorae was on the verge of breaching the 6th Dao Stage… How could that be done in less than 200 years?! 

**

"Give it back to me now." 

Empress Aspirant Cativa reached her hand out, glaring toward Emytheus. 

Through the whole of the parliament gathering, Emytheus had remained extremely lowkey. He knew that his place wouldn't be high among those here, and he most definitely wasn't qualified to speak, so he kept quiet. 

That said… The longer the meeting went on, the more difficult he found controlling his excitement. 

This federation, it would accelerate his plans a hundred, no, a thousandfold even. To think that he was gain such an opportunity, the Gods were truly smiling down at him. His Olympus Clan would rise again. 

He was in such a good mood that he couldn't be bothered to tease Cativa any longer. He directly tossed over an array plate that Cativa shattered without hesitation. 

Finally able to sigh a breath of relief, Cativa's eyes narrowed. 

"Who are you really? What do you mean by all of this?" 

Emytheus shrugged. "I'm just a man fighting for the right to love the woman he loves. Is that such a bad thing?" 

Cativa silently scanned Emytheus' visage. He couldn't tell whether what he said was true or not. Was he really doing all of this for a woman? She didn't know if she believed that. 

Something about Emytheus seemed off. He couldn't have appeared more normal. He wasn't extraordinarily handsome, nor extraordinarily tall, nor was his aura extraordinarily valiant… But there was something about the words he spoke that opened a door to his soul. Maybe his personality was the only thing he couldn't completely conceal. 

"I shouldn't hold a married woman up for so long." Emytheus said with a sly grin. "I'm sure your husband is looking for you. Goodbye!" 

Without another word, Emytheus disappeared into the Epistemic Tower. 

His backview made Cativa feel uncomfortable in her heart, as though the tides of Fate were changing. 

Every generation would have figures rise to the top who had no business being there… 

Their backgrounds were pitiful, their talent was lacking, and the odds were forever against them. Yet these individuals beat those odds, often for reasons as trivial as… chasing a woman. 

Those wildcards owned pockets of history. Some were flashes in a bottle, but others created a legacy far beyond that… Cativa couldn't help but wonder if Emytheus was for the former or the latter… 

**

Within Celestial Quadrant, Dyon had no idea about Emytheus' happiness, nor did he know about True God Diasho's foolishness. 

Usually, it might be apropos to say he didn't care about such things, but the truth was he really would care about the latter issue. Even if he didn't storm into the Star Clan to teach Diasho Ren a lesson, he would definitely keep it to the back of his mind to pay him the favor back later.