Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God
chapter-1851

In the end, the brunt of the blame was on the Diasho Clan's shoulders. Trying to snuff out a genius because you were worried about their growing strength was despicable no matter how powerful you were. So, despite having regained his strength, the gazes of disdain toward the Diasho Clan elder only grew fiercer.

Unfortunately, he could only clench his fists in silence. He was indeed wrong in this matter.

Seeing that the matter was mostly settled, Emperor Star breathed a sigh of relief before his eyes involuntarily shone.

"Sir Sacharro… This may be a bit brazen of me, but I am truly curious. Just what method did you use to heal Sir Diasho's foundation?"

"Oh, that?" Dyon smiled lightly. "It can be considered an Ancient Grand Magic."

Emperor Star, though knowing he should have expected an answer like this, couldn't help but tremble. It wasn't just him, but many leaders of powerful Clans felt their hearts jump to their throats.

Ancient Grand Magic. It was a branch of magic that would forever be out of the reach of regular humans because they could only be used by pinnacle range species.

Phoenix Hymns. Dragon Tongue. The Druid Magic of the Dwarves. All of these were legendary concepts they couldn't dream of touching.

Dyon's words were confirming that he was born of a higher order species. And for this species to have Ancient Grand Magic… It couldn't be of a low ranking!

Of course, this Ancient Grand Magic came from Dyon's Wings of Blessings which allowed him to cast angel magic despite not having an angel bloodline.

In truth, he had downplayed it. [Cleanse] and [Harmonious Whole] were both Ancient Grand Circle Magics, a level even above normal Ancient Grand Magic. But these people didn't need to know this, right?

[Harmonious Whole] contained laws of completion and wholeness. The reason they could only be learned by those with the proper meridian pathways was because these paths of cultivation were too deep for the Mortal Plane. Only transcendents could grasp them without the proper lineage and cast this magic on their own.

This was why these forms of magic were so powerful…

Though the Ancient Grand Magic of angels with white and black wings were powerful, they couldn't hold a candle to the Ancient Grand Circle Magic of those blessed with golden wings.

As for those with red wings that walked a bloodied path, though their magic was more powerful than normal Ancient Grand Magic, they fell short of Ancient Grand Circle Magic.

In the end, because the side of light was so much more powerful for angels, this was the reason why the legends passed on by them became filled with their benevolence and grace.

That said… Though Dyon downplayed his strength, his perception picked up that many elders of the Emperor Giant Clan couldn't stop shaking.

He smiled inwardly. 'It seems they've noticed… Good. If you ever want to become true angels, you'll have to follow me, now won't you?'

Dyon no longer cared about his grudge with Anak. Currently, he was nothing more than an ant before him. Plus, hadn't even Chenglei submitted in the end? There was no need to kill such a talent, it would be better if he came under his wing.

Dyon had long since trained his eyes on the Emperor Giants and their diluted angel blood. As Emperor Star recollected himself and began to animatedly explain the coming process, he had no idea that Dyon was snatching chess pieces from his beloved Federation.

"Welcome youths!" Emperor Star opened with a bright smile. Before him, the various geniuses of the Federation Clans were arranged. It was immediately clear just what kind of foundation each Clan had by the number of youths they had taken with them.

The weakest Clans in attendance were ranked around the 40s to 50s, and they only brought about a dozen to a few dozen youths with them. There was simply no point in taking more as it would only be asking to get embarrassed. Quality was far better than quantity here.

However, the Clans ranked within the top 20s or so had a few hundred disciples each, displaying their superiority.

When one got to the top 10, the number took a fierce jump upward, each of them having thousands.

The lowest ranked geniuses here were of the King grade by Epistemic Tower standards. So, one could see how having so many of these talented individuals was impressive.

Still, there were some exceptions to this.

The Pegasus Clan had more than 50 but less than a 100 geniuses with them. The Dragons had even less, only barely matching the number of geniuses brought by Clans ranked in the low forties. Luckily for them, though, they had almost a dozen clans among them, so the number still totaled over 100. The final exception though was quite sad.

The Atlas Clan was only capable of bringing a little over 100 geniuses. It was clear that their foundations were still too shallow.

Everyone couldn't help but glance toward the Sacharro Clan, wondering which category they fell under. But, those looking for an advantage were quickly disappointed.

The weakest of the Demon Generals were Kings, but one had to remember that they took their trials with their cultivations sealed. In reality, none of them were weaker than Gods, while many of them could be considered False True Gods!

They alone numbered 3000!

In addition to them, the various Clans led by youths Dyon met one by one before their journey here added a great amount to that number, bringing the Sacharro Clan's display up to 5000!

As things stood, the Sacharro Clan only fell short of the Star and Blade Clans. But, it was very obvious with a single glance that the quality of Sacharro Clan geniuses were far higher.

Each and every one of them wore grandmaster grade robes, and of those who didn't keep their weapons within their spatial rings, it was quickly obvious that none of them fell below the grandmaster grade either!