Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God
chapter-1600

The other elders frowned. Just a few days ago, they realized their teleportation formations to Dark Ocean stopped functioning all together. As a result, the only method they had to check what happened was to go the long way… travelling to another universe took five to ten years at a minimum. Then there was the return trip to account for.

What they didn't know was that their efforts were futile. If they tried to find Dark Ocean based on the previous coordinates they were aware of, they'd end up lost in the void. Dyon had long since changed the coordinates, meaning the only method of finding Dark Ocean was through Dyon himself, or with the help of a spatial and void will expert.

"This is too coincidental." Another elder chimed in. "Just as we were about to focus our attention on the Dark Ocean again, we started to experience a constant barrage of attacks. We even lost several elders, and countless pseudo-dao experts…

"Then we got a message from that informant to stir up trouble for Alexandria Snow. And then, not long after she disappears along with her husband, who, mind you, left through a portal toward Dark Ocean, we suddenly lose contact with Dark Ocean entirely?"

"This might not be that much of mystery. They may have simply destroyed the teleportation array on the other side."

"How could that be possible? There were many public arrays we set up, but there were even more secret ones. Dark Ocean was too valuable to not have several fail safes."

"That's enough."

The room suddenly fell into silence. It was none other than because the head of the Clan, Patriarch Mist had spoken.

"These matters are irrelevant. I hope you didn't interrupt my cultivation only due to this."

"N-n-no." The other elders seemed flustered, but it was Grand Elder Mist who righted the ship.

"The resources of Dark Ocean have always been unknown to us. We were more infatuated with the possibilities than anything else. However, I do think it's appropriate to pay more attention to this.

"Still, this isn't the main reason we've called you out today. The main topic of today's meeting is the Sapientia. If matters continue along this path, the auction will be cancelled. There are a lot of individuals very unhappy with this."

Finally, Dyon heard something that made his ears perk upward.

The Sapientia Auction was a massive event, so large in fact that it was announced more than a decade prior. In fact, Lilith and her Nightmare Palace had schemed for countless hundred years to accumulate the wealth they could use for this auction.

Dyon's jaw clenched. It seemed Aritzia's scheming hadn't come to an end yet. They were likely trying to turn the Sacharro Clan into public enemy number one by using them as an excuse for cancelling this auction.

"The Sapientia Auction?" Patriarch Mist paused. "If I recall correctly, there are some important items we need from this auction for our chances of failure to be diminished. What exactly happened?"

His voice didn't sound like the was enraged by this occurrence.

"We aren't entirely certain, no one is… The only facts we know are twofold. One is that Comet Lord Gallagher, the creator of the Sa – Mortal Network is in fact a member of the Sacharro Clan. The second fact is that the Sapientia breached their contract with the Comet Lord, allowing her to take control of 95% of the Mortal Network.

"In addition, the Sacharros began to place heavy pressure on Sapientia Corner markets. Sapientia City has been destroyed, and no one goes to Sapientia Corner anymore for their pill resources.

"The Sapientia claim that the Sacharros have used an underhanded and shameful tactic to weasel their way out from under the contract. In addition, the Sacharros executed six of the seven guild heads, and kidnapped a seventh. Video evidence of this has surfaced…"

Grand Elder Mist's eyes clearly lost focus as she thought of the video. To kill six middle dao experts so easily… Wouldn't she die so easily as well?

"As a result of the movements of the Sacharros, the revenue the Sapientia are able to bring in plummeted. In fact, they are in debt. Too many individuals have withdrawn from Sapientia contracts and the Sapientia Bank. If they weren't in debt, it would be too heaven defying.

"They have released a statement that says they can no longer hold the auction as they do not have the resources necessary to host such a large event."

Suddenly, Patriarch Mist snorted with laughter.

"They don't have money, so their solution is to not follow through on the event that would drown them with riches? I see the Sapientia are still the same dirty bastards, hm? They want to use our hands to deal with the Sacharro Clan so that they can remain blemishless."

In that moment, Patriarch Mist's deep blue eyes grew cold, growing several shades lighter as an overbearing ice will bloomed outward from himself.

"There's nothing I hate more than being used … But I guess we have no choice. Even if the items we wanted aren't completely necessitated, I have a feeling that many other Clans can't afford to miss this auction."

"… B-but esteemed Patriarch, the Sacharros have a Higher Existence backing them." An elder said.

Patriarch Mist's pupils constricted. "Is that so?"

"I believe that the Sapientia are attempting to use strength in numbers to combat this." Grand Elder Mist spoke. "They hope that if enough people participate, then the Higher Existence can't possibly turn her sword toward all 100 of our quadrants. As long as we don't touch True God Sacharro, or at the very least, aren't the ones who land the final killing blow on him, we should be okay."

It was then that a snort rang out. Its owner was none other than the young man's whose features were contorted by arrogant.

"What bullshit True God. To take such an arrogant title. If it wasn't for Ancestors' plans, I wouldn't allow any of them to hold such names before me!"