Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God
chapter-1434

Dyon's blazing gaze swept over the whole crowd.

If the martial world saw this so-called assembly, they would laugh themselves silly. 80% of those present here weren't even celestials, with the vast majority being saints and even essence gatherers. As for those pitiful few who managed to reach the celestial realm, even the best of them was of the third or second grade. And yet these were the people Dyon had at the core of his empire? If his enemies knew this, they would sleep at night like babies, not caring for him at all.

Yet, Dyon's situation was so precarious that he didn't even dare to kill them for the transgressions. Even if they were weak, he couldn't risk alienating them all even if he was in the right. He had no choice but to give them one more chance… This sort of thing pissed him off more than anything else.

Dyon refused to be the sort of ruler that turned a blind eye simply to uphold some sort of fake semblance of unity. No matter what consequences it held for himself, if they dared to cross him again, he really would kill them all where they stood.

"Until now, there's been no structure. I've spent too much time focusing on my own combat prowess while ignoring the positions you're in.

"You all have your own thoughts and your own aspirations toward sovereignty, but in the end, if you're too weak, you'll never receive anything in return. Do you know why our home universes are so weak? Do you know why Soul Rend Universe has been so weak until now? It's because individuals far stronger than yourselves forced your ancestors into a corner.

"Yet, as you all scramble for short-term benefits, you force yourselves into a vicious cycle of incompetence and weakness.

"For the past three years, you've spent time consolidating your power, hoping to carve out a place for yourselves. You tell me, your three years of hard work, upward of eight years for the rest of you who were born here, how long do you think it would take me alone to tear it all down?!"

An insurmountable pressure gushed forth from Dyon. Suddenly, those in attendance felt they were looking up at a mountain without a peak. Even the Heavens themselves could only hug this mountain's feet.

The cold sweat on their backs grew heavier. They really had no real concept of just how powerful Dyon was. They all believed that since there were so many of them, they should be able to push back a single young man, no? Yet, they couldn't believe just how wrong they were.

The worst part was that it wasn't just Dyon who pressed them like this. The moment the words left his mouth, Ri and Clara exuded their own auras, followed directly by the Demon Generals and Zabia. Not just this conference room, but the planet as a whole seemed to tremble under their might.

That was right, Dyon wasn't alone. Even just one of his wives could slaughter them all, not to mention his Demon Generals and himself. What chance did they stand?

They could only temper the fire in their hearts, unable to rebut in any tangible way.

"Today I'll be laying down the Laws of Order. They'll be separated into various categories, each with their own purpose. Carve these laws into your hearts, or face the consequences.

"The first and most important matter to note is the Clan Ranking System. This conference hall you see around you all will be named the Mortal Hall. In this place, the voices of the various Clans will be heard. Once every ten years, a meeting just like this one will take place and titled the Mortal Meeting. These Mortal Meetings can also be called outside of this ten-year period if proper protocols are met.

"Clans will be divided into nine tiers from the 1st Tier to the 9th Tier, with 9th Tier Clans being provided the highest honors. Above the 9th Tier, there are Nobility Clans.

"These tiers decide everything from the amount of land you have sovereignty over to how many resources you are allocated and how much of a say you have in the Mortal Hall during Mortal Meetings.

"As for earning Merits to improve your tier, they're also separated into many forms. These include Military Merits, Talent Merits, and Contribution Merits. In addition, to even be recognized as a Clan by Mortal Hall, it is necessary to reach a certain threshold. As things stand now, none of you are even 1st Tier Clans, let alone 9th Tier.

"Military Merits speak for themselves. This involves Clans, namely the warriors under their banner, earning merits through battle. Those of you who send your youths to battle in campaigns can earn merits in this fashion.

"Talent Merits branch outside of combat strength to a certain extent. On the cultivation side of things, Clans with certain numbers of talents who take quality roles in the branch sects and main sect are entitled to a certain number of merits. But, this also stretched to talents within secondary professions.

"Contribution Merits are a miscellaneous category. This includes handing over traitors, finding valuable resources, or supporting subordinate Clans, a system that will be explained further.

"To become a 1st Tier Clan, 10 separate members of your Clan must contribute 1000 merit points of various types. In addition, you must accumulate a total of 25 000 merit points overall. This will be the first goal of all of you here."

Dyon's reasoning for forcing Clans to accumulate merit was obvious. They needed to feel a sense of belonging. As they accumulate merits and earn a place, they'll be less likely to betray him. In that way, Dyon could start slowly fostering that ever elusive culture he looked for.

Of course, Dyon knew how much he hated Nobility Clans. However, this was a problem for a future. Usually, the founding members of Nobility Clans were great people. It wasn't until they passed away that their descendants became complacent, relying on the foundation their ancestors set to bully others.

To deal with this problem, Dyon planned to lay a Demerit System as well.