Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

"I missed you. Disappearing for half a decade like that without a word, I should have gone off with another man." 

Dyon smiled, not taking Clara's words seriously. He enjoyed the feeling of having her in his arms. At least when the moment held enough weight, her first thought wasn't to have a spar of words with him. 

After several days of rest, Dyon finally awoke to notice he had been completely surrounded by his wives. It was a feeling that filled with him content. 

Clara pulled away, looking at him with a mischievous glint in her eyes. Dyon instantly had a bad feeling when he saw Ri's petite sprinting out of the room, covering her soft pink lips with a small hand. 

"You should rest, we wouldn't want your old body getting any worse." 

Black lines began to form on Dyon's forehead. But, this was only met by a stifled giggle. 

Dyon turn his head only to see Madeleine and Amphorae avoiding his gaze. 

"Come, come. Let me help you up." Clara 'caringly' threw his arm over her shoulder, gingerly helping him to stand. "You shouldn't put so much stress on yourself. There's nothing to be embarrassed about. I heard that this is quite normal for men your age." 

Dyon's lip continuously twitched. He really had no response. All of his intelligence and his quick-thinking speed had suddenly become absolutely useless. This was it… It was over… the war he and Clara started when they were just toddlers had finally come to an end… she had won. 

The worst part of it was that he could feel that he still wasn't in any sort of condition to be making up for his last failure at the moment. He could only let celestial grade holy type qi slowly circulate around his body. 

Luckily, his clone was very close to comprehending a new Blessing, or else who knew how long it would take for him to get better… 

Injuries weren't just graded on their graveness, but also in the quality of energy that caused them. A cut that was just as deep and long caused by a saint versus a celestial were two wholly different concepts. The latter was obviously far more difficult to deal with. 

As for Dyon, his injuries were caused by cultivating on the Immortal Plane. His body contained traces of damage that could only be levied by immortal qi. This was why it was so dangerous for him to cultivate in such an environment. Immortal Qi was nothing but poison to a person with a mortal body. 

His lack of … prowess currently was actually a protective mechanism put in place by his body subconsciously. Dual cultivating required energy he simply didn't have the luxury of giving now. 

"Yea, yea, yea…" Dyon let Clara support him even though it was completely unneeded. Even if he couldn't 'perform', that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy his wife's body. 

Clara sighed. "Poor old man. Wants to take advantage of a weak young lady like me yet can't do so even if I lower all my guards. Such a crying shame." 

Dyon froze, his words caught in his throat. 

"I'm going to go and see my lovely daughter. I don't have to stand for this." Dyon disappeared in a flash, leaving behind four women who could no longer hold in their laughter. 

The beautiful sounds of four sonorous voices fill Planet Soul with a comfortable air. Everyone seemed very much aware that their Leader was back. 

**

"Grandpa, dad's back." Little Alauna sat by the Soul Tome's side with a bright smile on her face. 

She looked no different from an angel. Her hair was a delicate platinum-rose that fell like a smooth waterfall. Her skin was delicate, holding an ever so slight warm bronze color, but was also incredibly fair. It seemed as though a single poke could sink your senses into an endless softness. 

Still, her most intriguing feature were her eyes. They burned with a gentle hazel-green, filled with a hidden sharpness that was somehow still soothing. 

She was dressed in her favorite violet colors with emphasized her budding youth. Though she gained much of her character from her father, but one thing she ignored was his lack of fashion sense. That, at the very least, she gained from her mother. 

Luna, who had grown up as a princess, was of course fond of dressing well. Though she was fine with Luna following Dyon in all things, this was one thing she wouldn't have allowed her to slip up in. 

"Bah." The Demon Sage practically growled in response. "Forget that snot-nosed brat. Tell grandpa about your cultivation." 

The Demon Sage's body vessel had actually long since been completed. It lay by the Soul Tome in a vaguely humanoid shape without any distinguishing features or genitalia. Once the Demon Sage entered it, it would be reformed to his image and the long dead Demon Sage would once more reappear in this world. Still, even without a true form, it radiated an oppressive aura. If Alauna hadn't already been a Dao Realm expert, she wouldn't have been able to sit so closely to it. 

Currently, the Demon Sage was actually just hovering above this humanoid shape in spirit form, speaking leisurely with Alauna. 

"Dad!"

Before Little Alauna could answer, Dyon appeared without the slightest ripple, only to be greeted by his daughter's embrace. 

Dyon stroked her hair, feeling a little guilty. Though he had only left when she was already 21, he still hadn't planned to be away from her for so long. No matter how old she became, she would always remain his little girl in his heart. 

The Demon Sage practically ignored Dyon's presence. In fact, the moment Dyon appeared, his spirit began to fuse with his newly formed body. 

"Just you wait, boy! Once I fuse with my body, I'll finally give you a good beating and make you call me father!" Years of pent-up frustration was ready to implode. Soon, the forgotten Demon Sage would reappear in this world.