Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God-Novel



It wasn't long before the two women stood face to face. Damaris' was colored in shock and confusion, but Giralda couldn't hold back her tears.

The commotion of a high celestial soaring over their Sect with impunity had caught the attention of many, including the Demon Generals and the big bellied Delia. However, the scene they saw wasn't what they expected at all.

"Demon Generals greet Mistress Sacharro!" The moment they laid eyes on Amphorae, they felt Dyon's aura on her and immediately understood. It seemed their Commander had taken another wife.

Some of them couldn't help but shake their heads and laugh as they kneeled. This Commander of theirs was truly capable.

Amphorae nodded faintly, but didn't say much else. She was more curious about this interaction between Giralda and Damaris.

'So valiant…' Those in the surroundings thought.

"Little Lyla? Little Zaire? Is that you?" The big bellied Delia floated into the air but was immediately supported by Ava.

"You shouldn't move so much, Delia." Ava lightly scolded. "The baby will be here in just a few weeks. Eli has probably already lost his mind in this ten second absence of yours."

Delia lightly smiled and allowed Ava to help her into the air.

"Big Sister Delia, your belly is so big!" Zaire grinned wildly, but his response was another elbow by Lyla.

"Be more mindful of your words." She said exasperatedly.

Delia giggled, taking these two youths into her arms like a loving mother. She hadn't seen them in so long, she could still remember when they were toddlers clinging to Dyon's legs. Now look at them.

It was obvious that her motherly aura was growing by the second as her day of labor approached.

"And you are?" Delia blinked, looking toward Amphorae. She had heard the Demon Generals call her Mistress Sacharro, but she only knew three women who went by that name. "Oh! You must be Amphorae. That bad guy found you yet actually didn't tell us!"

Delia smiled brightly. She was slightly off-put by Amphorae's valiant aura, but she could tell that this woman had no intention to harm her.

"Your child…" Amphorae said lightly. "He's very talented! Congratulations."

Delia didn't understand the weight of these words coming from Amphorae's mouth, but Lyla and Zaire did. This was a woman who reached the middle dao realm at 150 years old, just how high were her standards!?

However, Delia only bitterly smiled at these words. She had been trying to keep the gender a secret as a last surprise for herself, but who knew that she'd run into such an expert in the final moments?

Amphorae seemed to have sensed that she said something wrong and became slightly flustered.

Lyla giggled, taking her arm in hers. "It's okay, it's just a little mistake."

"I'm… Sorry." Amphorae said stiffly.

"No, no. It's no problem." Delia waved her arms. She didn't want there to be a wall built up between her and her Big Brother's wife. However, before she could say more, the sobbing of two women covered the Sect.

"Big Sister," Damaris sobbed like a baby, causing Zaire to point and laugh to his heart's content. Unfortunately, that led to another elbow by Lyla. "We all thought you were dead."

Damaris had never met this elder sister of hers, but Dragons did have a strong sense of kin despite what the state of their quadrant said.

This was obvious. Damaris was only 90 years or so old, but Violet, Giralda's daughter, was already over 200. Clearly, the matters of Giralda's disappearance had occurred before Damaris' birth, but that didn't mean that she hadn't heard about her valiant elder sister.

Before Giralda was taken in by the Grand Templar Sect, she had severed her connection with her Key and allowed it to go back to the Crystal Dragon Clan. It was for this reason that everyone thought her dead and also how Damaris gained the key. Plus, much like Infernal Beasts, Dragons didn't attach Soul Jades to their youth. But, here she was.

Giralda sighed. Having regained control of her emotions, she had taken her role as elder sister on and began to console Damaris.

After understanding that this was all a misunderstanding, the Demon Generals left one by one, but Delia stayed.

"There's a matter happening in the Soul Palace that needs your help, Little Lyla. Your arrival couldn't have been timelier." She spoke with a warm smile.

Like this, everyone went their separate ways. The Demon Generals went back to either training or their roles in the academies, Giralda went to introduce her little sister to her family, and Delia and Ava led Amphorae, Lyla and Zaire to the largest hall of their Soul Palace.

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"You're Thor?" A weak Hela tried to access what was happening. She had resigned herself to death, but suddenly she was pulled out and thrust into this scenario.

At the moment, her and Baldric sat restrained. They could feel seals on their cultivation, but at the very least, they no longer felt like they were dying.

"You're…" Baldric was stunned himself, because before him sat a young man who hadn't even been born when he left. He could tell immediately that this was his blood brother. But, how did his younger brother have a deeper foundation and cultivation than himself?!

"I'm not quite good enough to be Fifth Celestial Son yet, big brother, but I will be soon. My name is Dravil."

Dravil was none other than the young man who led the Uidah geniuses to fight Dyon after he awoke from his coma. But, he ended up being sealed to do Dyon's bidding. That said, over the years, Dravil had come to appreciate this role. If it hadn't been for Dyon, how could he have entered the celestial realm so quickly?

Comparing the Uidah's pill concoction to Dyon's was like comparing poison to heavenly medicine. Dyon was simply on another level. He personally raised every single one of the ten of them from back there to celestial in just 30 years! Well, everyone but Kaeghaen who had purposely suppressed his cultivation for the sake of Dyon's plan.

That said, Kaeghaen had years of accumulation now. It likely wouldn't take him more than ten or so years to clear the saint realm. Plus, with Abraham now having joined their ranks, a talent that would have far outshone them without Dyon, their foundation could be said to be unshakeable.

"STOP SPEAKING NONSENSE!" Baldric roared in anger. "The title of celestial son and daughter has always been reserved for high and peak celestials. Even if you've entered the celestial realm, you still have hundreds if not thousands of years left to go to reach that level!"

"Can you really measure me by your old standards, elder brother?" Dravil asked in such a calm manner that Baldric froze entirely.

It was at this moment that Delia led those three in.

"These two were once, and could still slightly, be considered core members of the Ragnor and Uidah Clans." Delia explained to Lyla. "They are privy to information Dyon's spies aren't, so they are important pieces."

Lyla blinked, understanding her role. "No problem, just leave it to me."

With Lyla here, there was no chance of them lying.

"Alright, alright. That's enough." Meiying clapped. No one understood what Dyon was thinking putting such a childish woman in charge of this, but this was their reality now.

"I'll let you two in on some information." Meiying said lightly, enjoying her power a little too much. "Not only are there plenty of celestials here who are far more powerful than you two, there also happens to be a couple of dao formation experts, one of which is standing behind you." Meiying pointed toward Amphorae. She had been shocked to see such a powerful woman she had no recollection of entering, but she immediately used it to her advantage.

Hela and Baldric shook in shock. Turning their heads toward Amphorae, they couldn't help but tremble. Even their elders didn't give them this much pressure!

"Currently, your quadrant is about to become embroiled in a bloody war, instigated by our Lord and Savior True God Sacharro. He's amazing, isn't he?"

Those who knew Meiying rolled their eyes. Wasn't she layering it on a bit thick?

"You're lying!" Baldric called out again. He was unwilling to accept any of this.

Meiying shrugged. "You may not believe me now, but you'll believe me in a moment."