Virvor, who had recovered long ago, once more wielded his saber with a fiery passion. His experience with the Sapientia had made him swear to himself that he would never be in a position again.

His fighting style was odd. Dyon wondered how he managed to appear like a saintly monk despite reaping several lives in succession.

The Caedes Clan. They once ruled over Soul Universe alongside the Jafari Clan until they allied with the 99 universes and The Cathedral to chase them out. But now, they had their own talents bolstering their position, namely Donari, wielder of Assassin's Symphony.

As one of the few constitutions that could be upgraded, Donari was in a special position on this battlefield. Absorbing the air of killing intent made him feel right at home. If Dyon continued to war, it likely wouldn't be long before Donari reached the Heaven Grade of his constitution and led his family onward to glory. It seemed Dyon's decision to take key wielding responsibilities from him had lit a flame beneath him.

Dyon also faintly remembered that Donari's mother was a commoner his father took a liking to. She seemingly had the ability to birth great talents. But, because she didn't truly love Donari's father, she didn't birth any children for him after Donari.

[Author's Note: The talent of Donari's mother was mentioned long ago, thought I would take this opportunity to wrap up that plot point]

After some investigation during Soul Universe's census and the distribution of the Soul Tags, Dyon found out both mother and son had constitutions with multiple iterations across the Earth, Heaven and God grade boundaries. It turned out Eilei Caedes had the Fruit of Life constitution.

The good news was that this constitution wasn't only useful for birthing talents and had many other applications. This gave the Caedes Clan two talents Dyon found to be worth nurturing though Eilei wasn't on the battlefield currently.

Finally, there were the Devil Path Geniuses. Dyon had no need to watch over them. After planting the Devil Vein within Chaos Universe, Lilith had shown great leaps in strength. From the lower celestial realm, she reached the higher celestial realm in just 2 years. Such speed was astounding.

Still, until he took control of the Devil Path cultivators for himself, Dyon had no intention of passing on the talent of Mortals to them.

Like this the battle came to a close and Dyon pointed his spear toward the four remaining core universes. Without suspense, they all fell

...

A group of stunned individuals sat in a familiar grand room. The large oval shape, the somber maroon and dark brown colors, the several thrones that sat at its head This place was none other than Soul Palace's Mortal Meeting room.

As for the stunned individuals, they were the various members of the upper echelon of the Five Beast Clan Alliance. They honestly couldn't believe the reality of these matters, in just 3 and a half months, a foundation they had built for thousands of years crumbled to dust.

They could only look toward the young man paying more attention to the 1 year old little girl in his arms than them.

"Daddy, I want ice cream today. Can you read me Snow White again"

When the young man seemed to hang on the little girl's every word, they couldn't help but cringe with disdain. Is this how a man should be acting? Children should be under the care of women, who had ever heard of a man, a man so powerful no less, taking care of his child so early on? To make matters worse, it was a little girl. At least if it was a boy you could justify it as rearing an heir.

These men were quite lucky they kept these thoughts to themselves and didn't dare to say it aloud. Or, rather, they should thank Lyla for not divulging their inner thoughts despite the fact she stood to Dyon's side currently.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Dyon placed Little Alauna on his lap and turned to face the newcomers.

The once rowdy little girl who was happily being spoiled by her father suddenly became a silent and elegant little princess. She sat in her father's embrace with a calm expression beyond her years, her little purple dress complimenting her aura along with satisfying her love for her favorite color. Ever since she found out blue and red could be combined, she was enamoured by their result.

Dyon scanned the room, his eyes suddenly landing on Silver Fang. He smiled, greeting this old friend of his.

Well, maybe calling Silver Fang an old friend was exaggerating a bit. It was more accurate to say that the two had met and had a good impression of one another. Back then, it was Dyon who helped Silver Fang witness the true essence of the Human Path. Currently, he was a genius surpassing even Balor, who Dyon had killed.

Silver Fang smiled bitterly toward Dyon's greeting, bowing his head slightly in respect.

He had always thought Dyon was very powerful, but he didn't know that it was to this extent. Though, he would probably be shocked if he knew that when he first met Dyon, it was actually him and not Dyon who was the more powerful of the two.

"This isn't a formal meeting, so you should relax." Dyon said casually.

Currently, he was meeting the upper echelon of the beast alliance clans alone with only Lyla by his side. Without the other Clan Leaders here, it couldn't be counted as an official Mortal Meeting. Dyon just wanted to show them a bit of his Mortal Alliance's grandeur. They had definitely never seen such a magnificent piece of architecture.

"As you all might have guessed by now, I am not a member of the Pakal Clan. This was just a useful lie I told you all in order to push this quadrant of ours to war."

A silence fell.