Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God
chapter-2015

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Plus, this wasn't his true appearance. If things went south, in order avoid unnecessary trouble, he would just revery back to his true appearance and pretend as though he had never come across the dwarves. Then he would silently make contingency plans in case they planned on attacking his wife and her clan simply because they were elves.

"… The only history I'm aware of is elven, and that history alone is tragic enough. You could say my race tore each other apart in your absence."

After some thought, Dyon decided on adding these words. If the dwarves were hostile, this would likely lighten a load on their hearts because their enemies would get what they deserved. If they weren't hostile, this would show both Dyon's humility and express a will to rise to the top once more as one.

The elder who spoke raised an eyebrow, his faint wrinkles slightly smoothing out. What this meant, Dyon wasn't entirely sure just yet.

"Do explain." He said without hurry.

"My Acacia Clan, along with the Flourence Clan, were betrayed by the Mathilde Clan due to a prophecy. In the end, until just recently, my Acacia Clan didn't have even a single dao expert. I was only lucky in receiving the legacy of a Sect you've likely never heard about. This is the reason for my success today."

The gazes of the elders flashed with rage.

Even though they had been separated for a long time, they knew the three Ancient Elven Families well. After all, they had existed in the Golden Era as well. The betrayal of an ally wasn't something they could easily accept.

"If what you say is true, then how can you guarantee that your elven clan will be of any help to us? It can't be that you want us to rely on you alone?" Another elder asked.

"Whether you want to cooperate with me or not for the second phase is something you can slowly decide for yourselves. However, regardless, cooperating with me for the first phase will only help you."

"You have cultivated an undefeatable spirit?"

"Yes." Dyon said confidently. "I am willing to represent your dwarven clans for the first phase and help you to accumulate Faith."

"Are you aware of the danger of such a thing for yourself? And even if other Clans won't attack us lightly, they won't sit idly by as we increase our strength through you either. If they truly fail in killing you, their spears will turn toward us."

"Whether or not you took me to your side, you would have to battle those clans for a right to return to the mortal plane. You've said it yourselves, they won't attack you all lightly. They will first take the easiest path, which would be to kill me.

"Rumors about my battle will Calen spread, but in the end, they will just be rumors. There will be no shortage of people who don't believe them, or even people who think themselves intelligent who will assume those rumors to be fabricated in an attempt by you all to protect me.

"I believe this will buy us at least a few years before they even think of mobilizing their forces against you all. By then, the Faith I've accumulated by doing away with these naysayers will reach a high enough point for you to face most of these Clans will little apprehension.

"What do you think?"

The elders looked on silently toward Dyon's question.

In fact, they were quite impressed with this young man. He could remain as calm as Calen did in their presence. This alone proved his worth.

One shouldn't look toward Calen's lowered head as weakness. He was simply showing respect to his elders. His countenance was just as calm as Dyon's despite his still lowered gaze.

As for Dyon, since he was representing another Clan of people, it was inappropriate for him to lower his head. Though, even if Dyon wasn't, he wouldn't bother to lower his head regardless.

"If it's just cooperation for the first phase, this may be possible. However, cooperation for the second phase will be difficult."

In a stark contradiction, the fact that Dyon downplayed the strength of his backing so severely actually made the dwarves more comfortable.

The current Dyon actually monopolized about 20-30% of the Mortal Plane. He had the tower quadrants, former sprite alliance territory, and the devil quadrants under his control.

Under normal circumstances, having such a powerful ally might be a good thing. But, it was actually the opposite for the dwarves for some reason.

"It may not be that my elders chose not to explain this to me, but rather that they have forgotten the matters of the past." Dyon explained. "If they hadn't, they wouldn't send me here."

The elders nodded, agreeing with Dyon. They wouldn't casually play with the life of such a genius if they were aware of those matters.

A particular elder who stood off to Dyon front right sighed. He had greying green hair and deep-set wrinkles beneath his eyes. He looked quite like a cute old man, one that one might help cross the street. But his limbs still vibrated with power.

"Our Era was known as the Golden Era for a reason, but we were simply too ambitious. Soul research was only in its infancy so we didn't really know what we were getting ourselves into. It was only thanks to the World Tree that we didn't destroy ourselves sooner.

"The dwarves and elves were fundamentally one race of humans in the past, but our ancestors received two sets of blessings from the World Tree."

Dyon's brows furrowed, feeling a great amount of trepidation at these words. "The World Tree, just what level of existence is it?"

Not even for a moment had Dyon thought the World Tree was actually such a powerful existence, capable of giving birth to the pinnacle races of an Era. He had never thought much of it from the very beginning.