Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God
chapter-1847

However, the Soul Clan Dome was very different. This feat of masterful engineering only covered a single continent of an averaged size planet. It didn't need to be said that these geniuses who rarely met one another stumbled upon a new rival with every step they took.

It was no surprise that many brawls broke out, but interestingly enough, the Star Clan took no steps to stop any of it, allowing the youths to test one another freely.

This only went to prove just how sturdy the Star Clan's Dome was. It became very obvious that the reason they constructed this place was so that battles could take place even amongst Dao Realm experts while on the planets face. This was much more convenient than having to soar into Space in order to fight or using a portion of your True Domain's strength to protect the planet as Dyon had done before.

This wasn't a rare occurrence among the highest echelon Clans of the Mortal Plane. Because planets were so fragile, these strong clans often reconstructed their own in various ways in order to increase their sturdiness and durability.

If one wanted to know why they might do this outside of convenience, you only have to look toward what happened to the Sapientia after Dyon blew out a chunk of their planet. With a single move, he easily forced such a massive and powerful Clan to completely uproot their foundation and flee.

Knowing that it was so easy to do such a thing, how could those outer powers not take precautions?

Of course, the Star Clan's method was the crudest and most straight forward. If one thinks back, when Dyon went to Unblemished Planet, they didn't have a dome above their heads constantly. But, it was still impressive nonetheless.

Like this, the powder keg that was this Star Clan Dome reached a fever pitch as the fateful day arrived. This time, however, the Clans didn't meet in the horseshoe shaped Parliament, but rather in a dusty training field spanning several kilometers.

Of course, one shouldn't look down upon this seemingly empty field. One only needs to sweep their divine sense once around to see the countless arrays that dotted this lands underground.

Below, there were everything from combat puppets, to sword formations, to environment projections. This was the ideal training spot for many youths.

However, the purpose of gathering in this field of dust wasn't to train. If training in a single place was the goal, even the Star Clan couldn't match the Epistemic Tower. No, this place was simply the Gathering Center where youths would come to accept missions and form teams.

The purpose of the Federation was three-fold.

First, it was to build relationships between Clans to make their alliance stronger.

Second, it was to test which Clans had the strongest younger generation and thus deserved a larger piece of the strength they all collectively held as they faced this coming crisis together.

And third, these missions weren't without purpose either. All of the missions carefully selected by the upper echelon of the Federation were tailored toward morphing the Tower Quadrants into a safer and stronger place.

They ranged from everything like finding rare spiritual herb deposits, to clearing out rueful beast clans that refused their hand of comradery.

The goal was to forge the tower quadrants into an impenetrable steel plate within 100 years by relying on the same youths that would hold their hopes and aspirations upon the Ancient Battlefield's descent.

In return, based on contribution, Clans and Sects would receive points they could use to either buy more resources, or purchase territory within the Federation's jurisdiction.

In the future, missions would have a special category simply named 'Conquering Mission'. These were slightly different from dealing with rueful Clans as these missions would be tailored toward helping alliance members who claimed territories with points that were owned by those not of the alliance.

Obviously, this was the most attractive feature of the Federation and why many decided to join.

Like this, the Clans began to gather, each with grandiose displays of their own.

Though they were all now allies, everyone here understood that without strength, this so-called alliance was meaningless. If they allowed others to think they were weak, they would simply be trampled upon!

Every Clan appeared with their greatest treasures.

Massive flying ships, powerful protector beasts, and sharp auras were abound.

However, try as these smaller Clans might, they were simply unable to match the momentum of the top ten ranked Clans.

One after another they began to appear, each riding in treasures no weaker than the Supreme Grade.

With their strength, each had at least one True God among their ancestors. How could they not have supreme grade treasures…?

And today, they were all displayed, filling the Star Clan Dome with an unstoppable momentum.

The ninth ranked Emperor Giant Clan.

For a clan made of large men and women, it was obvious that their entrance could be grand even if they walked on foot. However, one could have never imagined that their appearance would be so… elegant.

Hundreds of them, with even the shortest being over three meters tall, stood upon a transparent golden platform as they entered the wide field. However, what made it so beautiful were the translucent crystalline wings that flapped every so often.

Everything was so gentle that not even the wind below picked up…

At their helm, a hulking man that could have only been Emperor Angelus stood. To his back, who else could the youths have been led by if not True God Anak?

A fiery light sparked in his eyes as he looked around. There was only one man who made him feel this level of rage, but he had yet to appear.

Then there came the next...

The eighth ranked Golden Crow Sect.

They rode in upon a golden bird with a wingspan of several hundred meters. If one looked closely, it was possible to see the faint nub of what should have been a third leg near the majestic bird's mid-section, causing endless shock to those below.