Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

According to Jade, a major event would take place within the Sprite Alliance in just two years. By the date, there was just 11 months remaining until that date.

Jade was unsure of exactly what happened, which only made sense. After all, considering her and Dyon's status in the former timeline when this matter occurred, there was no way they could know. It was something they only learned of after the fact, long after the matter concluded.

Whatever would happen, or whatever triggered it, Dyon only had a vague understanding – if it could even be called that.

A war was sparked within the Sprite Alliance that resulted it in being spiraled into an internal warfare. This war continued even after the Ancient Battlefield descended, leaving the Sprites in shambles.

Whenever the battlefield descended, it was the responsibility of the peak race of that time to take the helm and lead their Plane to victory against the invaders. However, with the Sprites in such turmoil, it was impossible for them to form any sort of cohesive unit. This only exacerbated the downfall of their Plane.

In the end, Dyon's future self was able to take advantage of the Mortal Plane being unsettled. While the Mortal Plane and the Failed Clans warred against each other, once his cultivation was unsealed, he was able to cut out a place for himself that eventually served as the anchor for him conquering the whole of the Mortal Plane.

That said, these matters are irrelevant now. All that mattered was that Dyon had a faint instinctual feeling that Eli's disappearance was related to this matter.

Why? Because Jade never mentioned Dyon having any interaction with Heaven's Child in the former timeline. Not even once. The only exception was the Heaven's Child who controlled the Timeless Library.

Something like this was baffling to Dyon. If he took the entire Mortal Plane under his control, how was it possible that he never found a Heaven's Child?

One had to understand that these were individuals who could not die. The Heavens quite literally didn't allow them to. So how did Dyon never find them? That was impossible.

It was then that Dyon suddenly thought of something else. Which place was the easiest for a Heaven's Child to blend into? Which race had abilities the closest to Heaven's Children? Wasn't it the sprites?

Dyon reappeared in a whole new world. Maybe if it wasn't for the calm his mind had gained, he would have appeared to be shocked beyond belief, and that was saying something considering he had just exited Calming Lake less than a day ago.

It wasn't that Calming Lake was less beautiful, but rather that it was a mystical world. It was meant to be a world of its own. But, Dyon was certain that this place was on his very same Mortal Plane, on a very ordinary planet, yet it was breathtaking.

Everything seemed to be bathed in immaculate white, silver and gold. In fact, even that people who passed by Dyon were all adorned in white. It was to the point where if Dyon wasn't hiding in the void, he would definitely stand out simply because of his commoner clothes.

If one were to imagine Heaven, where angels and white stood adorned, they might just paint this place.

"Hm?" Suddenly, a golden-haired individual paused, looking straight at Dyon with a confused look.

Dyon's brow knit slightly.

"What's wrong Achiel?" A gorgeous silver-haired woman who had been leisurely strolling hand-in-hand with her man was startled by his sudden stop.

"I thought I sensed something…" The man shook his head, brushing past Dyon with an absentminded gaze.

'That man wasn't even a Pseudo-Dao expert, but he actually sensed me?'

'Ah, that's because he's a Spatial Half-Sprite. It only makes sense that he's more sensitive to shifting in the void around him.' Little Yang spoke from Dyon's shoulder.

'Doesn't that mean if I come across a dao spatial half-sprite, we're screwed?'

'We would need to be careful no matter what.' Little Yang continued. 'According to my Ancestors' knowledge, planets like this – ones from exceptionally high-level societies, I mean – are very particular about who can and cannot enter them. Even if a single additional insect is born, they'll be aware. You need to be careful. They've likely already sensed an oddity.'

Dyon's frown deepened, but he nodded in understanding, immediately shifting away.

Eli was somewhere on this planet, that he was certain of. Dyon knew it was foolish to teleport directly to Eli as the formation intended, so he purposely shifted himself away a few kilometers.

Luckily, even though he did this, Dyon didn't need to guess where Eli was. The coordinates were practically burned into his mind. However, what he could never have guessed was the fact the Heaven's Children weren't hidden at all on this planet… In fact, the coordinates led directly was a vast castle of white…

It looked as though it was plucked straight from the middle ages, but washed clean of all impurities. It even had a moat, though there was nothing but water clear to the very bottom and beautiful rainbow carp and catfish.

Dyon struggled with himself. Should he trust his divine sense and soul talent? Or should he remain cautious? If he deployed his divine sense, he could lock onto Eli in an instant and even directly send him a message…

'Little Yang, go and send Eli a message for me. If they truly treat him like one of their own, it won't be difficult for him to leave on his own.'

If this went well, it would be good. But, there was a problem Dyon hadn't dealt with. If they had managed to take him back once, how would he stop it from happening again?...

**

To Eli, the days were monotonous and bland. Maybe for anyone else, living in this place would be like entering a Heaven, but he couldn't help but think the world had lost its color.

He could eat all the foods he wanted, there probably wasn't anything he couldn't afford to buy, and those around him tried to ingratiate themselves with him well. But, Eli only saw them as enemies – foul people that dared to take him away from his family all because they believed they knew better.

Even after more than 3 years, they continued to smile and pretend as though they hadn't hurt him more than anyone ever had.