Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God



But, he had to do so silently. He couldn't allow the Mist Clan to call upon their slumbering ancestors. As long as he succeeded, those ancestors would become moot.

Ancestors could only be awoken a very set number of times and for a very set amount of time. As a result, it would be impossible for the Mist Clan to rely on them to reclaim power in the Water Mist Sect. This didn't even mention the fact that doing so would be against the rules of the Sect, so they wouldn't risk such a thing anyway.

'Though claiming this quadrant will be the easiest…' Dyon thought to himself '… It isn't easy. The aftermath of this assassination needs to be handled delicately. If the Mist Clan is pushed too far into a corner, they might care about their Sect Faith anymore. I need to be careful.'

Dyon needed to leave the Mist Clan with some hope. As of now, Jasmine's faction was still weak. In fact, it was pathetic. Even if Dyon killed the grand elder, they would still believe that they held the power. As such, Dyon changed his mindset. Instead of eradicating the whole of the Mist Clan's upper echelon, he would kill Grand Elder Mist alone. This would leave them without a top tier expert they could rely on.

'I'll give you a nice present in exchange for that palm you sent me.' A deep killing intent taking root in his eyes.

Dyon entered Mist Clan territory like a wisp of smoke.

What one would consider the Water Mist Sect and the Mist Clan was completely separate. Mist Clan territory was located in a separate, adjacent universe the Mist Clan took on as their base of operations.

Much like the Uidah Clan that was once formulated of the Uidah and Alidor's Guatama Clan, the Water Mist Sect once had two pillar families as well. Unfortunately for the Water Mist Sect, only the Mist Clan remained, leaving the other Clan lost to the ravages of time.

Entering Mist Clan territory was quite easy for Dyon. Though the teleportation formation was guarded, hiding spatial fluctuation of this caliber became as easy as breathing thanks to Little Yin. Little Yang could only brood silently as he watched his little sister take on more and more important roles.

Moving through the void was odd. Though Dyon could go long periods of time, forever even, without breathing, as long as he had qi remaining, he still felt like he was suffocating in the void. It was also incredibly difficult to orient himself, understanding up, down, left and right was completely impossible. If it wasn't for Little Yin and Yang, Dyon would have lost himself in the endless dark space.

Dyon smiled as he landed on Planet Geiser. He could already see images of himself sneaking into enemy territory with an entire army hidden within his inner world. What a feat that would be.

Unlike the Water Mist Sect where seeing a male was almost impossible, Planet Geiser was far more balanced. It seemed that many of the male powerhouses of their quadrant were stationed here.

Dyon didn't waste any time. Without friction, moving within the void was also far faster than moving outside of it. It was negligible in space, but on a planet or any land with an atmosphere like this one, it gave Dyon blazing relative speed.

In just a few seconds, he had slipped into the core of Geiser City and entered the Mist Clan's lands.

Still, the halls of the Mist Clan's large clan grounds seemed overly quiet. Too quiet.

The Mist Clan's Palace grounds were actually a collection of many well decorated buildings. Though their architecture wasn't as good as the Elvin Kingdom's, and definitely not a match for Meiying, they overcompensated with the overwhelming wealth they threw into it. It filled Dyon with a keen sense of disgust.

They funneled so many resources into such useless endeavors, but had the audacity to withhold resources from the geniuses of their Sect simply because they didn't share the name Mist.

The three geniuses they crippled were a prime example of this. When Dyon thought about how broken their spirits had been, he clenched his fists. It was very much possible that they'd never recover the dao hearts that made them geniuses in the first place. In a lot of ways, the mental barrier they faced was even taller than the one faced by the mortal realm geniuses.

'Why is there such a lack of presence here?...'

Dyon's divine sense was great enough to cover an entire planet several times over, but there was a reason he hadn't chosen to use it after coming here. He had to be cautious. It would be the peak of foolishness to look down upon the accumulations of a Clan that had existed for millions of years.

Even if Dyon was certain that no expert the Mist Clan had could detect his divine sense, that didn't mean they didn't have formations or treasures capable of doing so. If they were alerted to his presence, this would no longer be an easy operation.

That said, that didn't mean Dyon had no options. Instead of running around the large grounds blindly, he sent Little Yang to scout for him. Thanks to that, it didn't take long before Little Yang came back with the answer.

'They're having a gathering. Use [Shared Senses].' Little Yang communicated with Dyon over long distance.

Dyon nodded and did as Little Yang said. Much like [Return], [Shared Senses] was yet another technique of the beast tamer first phase castle that Dyon raided. It allowed him to share the eyes and ears of his beast companions. This was especially useful when used with Little Yang and Yin.

After finding an area Dyon believed wouldn't be frequented, he activated [Shared Senses]. Soon, he understood why this meeting was called. It seemed they had already noticed that there was a peculiarity with Dark Ocean.

Both Grand Elder Mist and Second Elder Mist were present. The two of them represented the strongest force the Mist Clan had to offer. Well, in terms of females, that is.

The two women were given the title of Grand Elder and Elder only because of their relation to the Water Mist Sect, which was obviously a female only sect. But, Dyon realized he had made a false assumption. In fact, he was kicking himself for not thinking of this possibility.