Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God Chapter 1728 Seedlings

Chapter 1728 Seedlings

With seeing his daughter's mother in mind, King Mino fought hard for Dyon, believing Dyon to be his key to bringing his family back together again.

The Belmont Clan. King Belmont, now known as Patriarch Belmont, was quite a talent himself. After all, being picked by Madeleine's biological mother as a disciple, he had to have some good qualities about himself. This was especially true with the origins of Madeleine's parents becoming more and more mysterious the more Dyon learned about the martial world.

Maybe because he was using the betrayal of his son as fuel, or maybe it was the years of being corrupted by curse magic, or maybe even a combination of both was pushing him forward, but he too fought hard.

These two Clans were without a doubt the most outstanding of the original Celestial Universe if Zabia's and Amphorae's Clans were ignored for a moment. They clearly rose above the rest, not only due to their leaders, but also their heirs.

Stella and Aoife. Even to this day, the two girls competed. They didn't seem to understand the danger of the situation at all, constantly struggling to strive for more kills than the other.

The Jafari Clan. Dyon's dao experts didn't partic.i.p.ate in this battle. He was saving them for the war against the Ragnors and Pakals. But, that didn't mean that the Jafari Clan was suddenly devoid of talents.

Sarid, his own G.o.d Son, swung two ma.s.sive double headed axes, reaping dozens of lives with every blow. His stature had grown to match that of his father though he still lacked the power. Despite his usually shy and honest disposition, on the battlefield, he was no different from an Asura, a Battle G.o.d the likes of which could hardly be matched.

Dyon smiled as he watched Stella and Aoife constantly send glances toward his valiant figure. To those who didn't pay attention, it seemed that Stella and Aoife drove each other, when the truth was really that it was Sarid who drove them both. Neither wanted to fall behind him.

The Pakal Clan. There was obviously no need to speak of Amphorae, but it couldn't be forgotten that the Pakals had another outstanding talent: Caedlum, wielder of the Asura Faith Seed. If Sarid seemed to be an Asura, Caedlum truly was one.

His red skin made it difficult to distinguish his own flesh from the blood of his enemies, thoughts of revenge against the Pakal Clan fueling him with each pa.s.sing moment.

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Dyon noticed some other good seedlings among his home universe's people. But, he could only sigh when he found his own people struggling.

Dyon should have noticed the outstanding talent of his people long ago, but he hadn't precisely because his hope in Allura, Sibyl, and Kedar, the first three babies born after the shattering of the seal, had never been realized.

The three came to the martial world, full of confidence and hope, but the reality of this cruel rule shook them all deeply.

Dyon didn't blame them. In fact, he blamed himself. He had uprooted them from their world, but then he disappeared to go and deal with his own problems. Was that the disposition a leader should have?

Their matter reminded him eerily of his failure to help Mia and Bella. Though the twins were alive now, they had no memories of the past and even acted differently in comparison to their former selves. It was nothing but a moral victory that their bodies still existed in this plane, the reality was that the Mia and Bella Dyon once knew had long since died.

The three of them were geniuses, but they never reached their full potential. To a cultivator, one's mentality was just as important as their talent. If not, why would dao hearts exist? Why would comprehension be such an important part of progressing?

Dyon left them to their own devices, believing they would find their own way just like he found his. But, in doing so, he had failed them.

Dyon could only watched as they cowered along the back line of the army. They should have died long ago under these circ.u.mstances, but they were being heavily protected by Thadius who paid special attention to them. Knowing that they were his people, Thadius likely felt he couldn't allow them to die like this.

Dyon sighed once more and turned his attention away. He didn't have an immediate solution for the problem they faced… He could only try to slowly change things in the future. Maybe he could try to pick a disciple amongst them…

The people of Celestial Universe weren't the only talents Dyon had under his wing, there were also the people of Soul Universe.

Unseen Peak, Slaughter Peak, Holy Peak, Gliding Peak, and Blooming Peak had all fostered some good seedlings. They weren't quite good enough to join Soul Rending Peak, but they were definitely a step above the normal talents of the Five Beast Clan Alliance.

However, the talents of Soul Rending Peak were outstanding. The contrast between their performance and that of the mortals made Dyon nod with satisfaction. At least not everything was going poorly.

Ryu, Giralda's son and a young man who was a mute, was a particularly gratifying talent. His control of natural breath reached a depth even his mother couldn't match. It was as though his silence allowed him to be more perfectly in tune with his surroundings.

Others couldn't notice it, but Dyon realized that Ryu was actually communicating with the universe's Gama energy with his every movement, using it to fuel his strength.

Normally Crystal Dragons would have to breathe their Natural Breath to use this ability, but Ryu's understanding seemed far deeper.

Though he remained in his base human form, his strength was undeniable as he swung the solid black rod in his hand.

The other two S rank talents aside from Ryu weren't yet mature enough to take the battlefield, but Dyon had hopes for them as well.