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Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God-Novel

Chapter 1465 Irony
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It wasn't as though Dyon had never cried before. He cried when Jade burned down the orphanage and killed Ms. Everdeen. He cried with Amphorae died in his arms. He cried when his black flames practically took over his mind.

But this wasn't something he could do now… Not while he was the leader of the Mortal Alliance, not while he was the leader of the Sacharro Clan.

He stood slowly. The only sign of his emotion was the slight tremble that gripped him, but even that soon disappeared. The source of this content is novelenglish.net . fire(.)nᴇt

"Meiying." Dyon's voice was calm and steady as he allowed Meiying to exit his inner world. "Please do what you can to provide them with a proper burial. Feel free to use any resources you need, and if you deem it appropriate, we can lay them to rest in Celestial Garden."

Celestial Garden was none other than the place that held the entrance to the celestial mystical world. It was a beautiful place that took Dyon's breath away whenever he entered… He couldn't think of anything the twins deserved more than to be laid to rest there.

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Meiying nodded. "I only need a few days." She said softly.

Dyon faintly responded in acknowledgement before he turned back to face those in the room with him.

Clara stood not far away, her tears coating her cheeks. It seemed that only three or so months were enough for her to recover in full.

Kaeda tried to hide her face away, attempting to do whatever she could to gain a hold of her emotions.

Aside from them, there were two others, both of whom were former soul slaves. After sending his clones out to mentor them for so long, Dyon recognized them immediately. They were the respective most talented male and female among those Dyon saved, Diore and Masada.

Masada seemed to be crying uncontrollably in Diore's arms, unable to restrain herself as much as Clara and Kaeda had. But, that was only to be expected. After being locked in a cage since her birth, all to be trained up as a soul slave… the twins were the face of her saviors. Dyon was rarely around, so how could she be blamed for seeing it this way?

"In light of today's matters, I'll be implementing something I've been thinking about for a long time now.

"Those who've given their all for the benefit of the Mortal Alliance cannot be forgotten, even in death. On the date of Mia and Bella's funeral, I'll be erecting The Arc of Humanity. It will be a monument that stands as the highest peak within the territory of our Alliance, those found breaking this rule will be executed!"

Dyon's words were like a clap of thunder. But, everyone remained silent.

"Both Mia and Bella's names will be the first to be etched upon this monument…"

The following days went as Dyon planned. Mia and Bella's funeral was held just a week later. After the procession ended, The Arc of Humanity was revealed. I think you should take a look at

It was a massive obelisk that stretched several kilometers into the sky. It shone a brilliant, gorgeous red, rose-gold. If others came to know that Dyon used much of the Red Mercury he procured from the golden flame mystical world on this, maybe they would call him a fool. But, Dyon refused to shortchange the twins.

Dyon used moon and star jade to etch a beautiful formation across its body, giving the rose-gold obelisk patterns of silver and gold. No matter how many years passed, as long as The Arc of Humanity wasn't attacked, it would whether the test of time.

At the very top, two names sat side by side. They were written in such beautiful script that one could almost see the innocent smiles of their owners shining through the very characters that etched their names…

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… The names of Mia and Bella Sacharro.

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Weeks later, Dyon found himself sitting upon a defensive formation, hundreds of miles in the air. The 9, endlessly tall pagodas wrapped around him, standing bleakly amid the grey clouds.

His eyes seemed completely devoid of emotion, he hadn't even been able to bring himself to enter the gold danger zones. Aside from a clone of his that constantly worked on improving his comprehension of planet level array alchemy, he did nothing at all. In fact, the only reason why he divided his mind in such a way at all was because he knew Mia and Bella would never forgive him if he didn't do his best to save Eli because of them.

This was the first time Dyon had felt so helpless. He had never felt this way before, not when he was a cripple unable to energy cultivate, not when as a mere meridian formation youth facing a celestial and a saint, even when his chaos flames dropped him into a pit of hell, he had still been able to stand and rampage across the universe to look for the answers he sought.

Yet, what could he do now? None of his talent, none of his heaven defying treasures, none of his intelligence had a solution. Mia and Bella were gone, two innocent young women full of love and warmth, simply taken because the Heavens felt like it.

What a joke cultivating was. Even his grand teacher, a man who stood at the pinnacle of all that was didn't have an answer. He was a man who had ended a war of immortals that had raged for millions of years with a single shout, yet even he could do nothing.

He couldn't help but think of his chaos flames once more. What was it that had scared him so much back then? No… What was it that still scared him to this day?

The answer wasn't complicated. In fact, it was so simple that it was frightening… It could all be summed up in a single word: inevitability.

No matter what you built, it was destined to crumble. No matter how strong you were, you were destined to die. No matter how tangible reality was before you, it was destined to fall to chaos.

That was the irony of it all. Dyon's chaos flames didn't give him some complex dissertation about some lofty, unreachable quintessence no one but he could understand. No. It told an incomparably simple truth that everyone was vaguely aware of, yet seemed to ignore.