Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

The breathing of his wives turned burdensome. Ri didn't have the heart to tease any longer as she crawled up from her position between Dyon's legs, a faint moan escaping her soft pink lips as she slipped his heated rod between her moistened lower pink folds. 

Ri's petite body quivered before she could make it even halfway down. But, she had no time to rest as Dyon used his free arm to grasp her waist, piercing her completely. 

A silver haired beauty on top of him, sharing his cock. A violet haired beauty to the left of him, sharing his lips. 

He could only say that this vacation was truly comfortable. 

**

Beneath Soul Palace, there was a sight the peaceful atmosphere above could never imagine. Tens of thousands of young geniuses laid beaten and bloodied, unable to stand under there own power. 

Under these circumstances, it would seem that the mortal clan geniuses had won. At least, that would seem to be the only explanation remaining. So why was it that the only one standing, seemingly unaffected, was a hook-nosed young man Dyon would hardly recognize? 

On one half of the underground space, 36 mortal geniuses lay. On the other half, more than 50 000 young geniuses lay. In the center of it all, one youth remained. 

Under Dyon's rules, the 36 mortal geniuses really should be dead. In fact, he hadn't interfered from start to finish, allowing them to fight as they pleased. But it seemed the hook nosed had had mercy. 

Still, at this moment, he had a helpless expression on his face. If one saw the series of events leading to this, it would be easy to explain why. 

As though something had possessed them, the mortal clan geniuses were spurred on. They fought valiantly, feeling like they would lose this feeling they had finally grasped after so long if they took so much as a single step backward. 

Kedar especially, as though remembering the nonchalance and hint of disdain in Dyon's gaze, brought out his everything. However, in the end, it wasn't enough to defeat this young man. 

This hook-nosed genius was the last to fight. He felt bad, in reality. By the time it was his turn, the mortal clan geniuses had already been worn thin despite taking turns. Though he was confident he could have defeated them all even without this advantage, it wasn't how things worked out. 

He sighed. 'This Leader Sacharro probably wanted to bring out their potential. He'll probably be angry… But it's not in my being to lose on purpose. If he wants to kill me, so be it… 

'… Whatever. He's already better than father in that he cares to raise those who have yet to display their usefulness. Mother's grave will rest well in his territory even if mine doesn't.' 

Who else could this young man be if not the bastard son of Patriarch Raven, Pjisel. 

"Hm?" Pjisel's head snapped, only to see Dyon casually standing far above his head, looking at the scene below. 

Still, instead of feeling fear, his lip twitched. 'Did you really have to come here wearing nothing but boxers? You're a Dao Formation expert, shouldn't you have a bit more decorum?' 

Dyon couldn't be bothered to care about such things. In fact, he would have flashed here naked if it hadn't been for Ri's quick action. The only reason why they appeared to be boxers was because Ri didn't managed to finish her creation array before he was too far away. 

Anyway, everyone was unconscious but a single boy anyway, what did it matter? 

If others heard his thoughts, he would definitely be scolded. He was the ruler of over a hundred universes after all, he had to care about his face a little bit more than that. 

However, to Dyon, 1 universe, 100 universes, no universes, he was still himself. 

"Interesting." Dyon smiled. "Pjisel Raven, I've read about you. I hear that you gained a human form as a Heaven Grade beast despite not reaching the celestial realm first. What an intriguing turn out."

Dyon descended, landing before Pjisel. He didn't bother with the injured mortal geniuses behind him, nor did he care that they lost. In truth, this was already more than he thought they'd do. After all, they were all saints while their opponents were all celestials. 

Pjisel blinked. "… Yes." 

This leader either has too much time on his hands, or has an exceptional memory, remembering things after seeing it only once. Pjisel suspected it was definitely the latter… Or… 

Pjisel's gaze cast a weird expression as he looked toward Dyon's boxers once more. Maybe he really did just have too much time on his hands. 

Thinking back to the women who embraced Dyon, Pjisel gulped. If you think about the difference between yourself and others too much, it really might make you just forget about life entirely. He couldn't find it in himself to disdain Dyon any longer, he just felt worship and jealousy in his heart. 

Pjisel was never allowed to leave the Raven Clan's core universe. He was too talented, so his supposed father always kept tabs on him, suppressing him so that he was unable to rise up. Pjisel was certain that the day he tried to cross the dao barrier, he would be slaughtered. 

In addition, according to Raven Clan law, he wasn't allowed to marry or copulate either. They didn't want their bloodline spreading to others, so he had never felt the touch of a woman in his life. 

Thinking about this, he couldn't help but feel depressed. Was he really going to die a virgin? This was really too unfortunate. 

"Just make it quick and painless." Pjisel mumbled, unwilling to meet Dyon eyes any longer. 

Dyon raised an eyebrow, casually glancing around the large underground space once more. Of course, he had seen everything that happened from start to finish, so he knew the ins and outs. He too felt that even if the mortal geniuses weren't tired, they were no match for Pjisel. 

'What an gem…' Dyon chuckled to himself. '… A bit too cynical though. It might be weird considering he's older than me, but…' 

"How about it, Pjisel. Do you want to become my disciple?"