Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

But, as time passed, Ri became obsessed with growing strong enough to help Dyon, to take on his burden right along with him. Because of this, she realized that even if she loved array alchemy, it didn't make sense for her to spend time on it.

Over time, she began to spend less and less time on the matter, pushing it to the back of her mind to seek power. She diligently studied her Snow Kitsune bloodline and delved into the secrets of her faith seed time and time again.

Although she sometimes remembered the days where her and Dyon stayed up for hours talking about array alchemy theory, she felt that it was necessary for her to grow up.

The more Ri put aside the soul path, the more her constitution shrunk into the backdrop. Without fully understanding why, this led to a cycle of Ri striving along the path of efficiency, which led to more neglect, which in turn made it even more difficult for her to communicate with her constitution.

When Ri's Mind's Eye began to expand, all of these feelings she had buried deep resurged. Due to their souls being connected, Dyon's heart began to ache as he gently held onto Ri's small frame.

Of Dyon's wives, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that Ri paid the heaviest price to be with Dyon. She seemed to have such a fierce drive to be perfect, to never weigh Dyon down, that she even suppressed her own personality.

Dyon had noticed this, how could he not? Their souls were connected. The problem was that this matter couldn't be concluded as simply as telling her that it was alright.

What Ri needed was exactly what was happening now. She needed a door to open along a path she, herself, loved. She needed hope to bloom in a way that told her it was okay to be Alexandria.

Tears of joy streamed down Ri's face as her innate soul awoke. Her Mind's Eye grew at an exponential rate, shooting toward over a hundred times its original size. It soon broke past even Clara's upper limits.

In Ri's youth, her aurora had been an ice blue. Dyon had wondered why, but never got a real answer. After her void kitsune faith seed awakened, her aurora became a dense black. It was then that Dyon chalked it up to be the effects of her beast bloodline.

However, her color changed once more, causing Dyon to beam with pride and joy as he watched his wife's beautiful silver-blue eyes flicker in a royal black-gold.

In a separate world, as Ri's Mind's Eye exploded forth, excitement was brewing to new heights.

To describe the world as lush was a severe understatement. Trees grew so old that even a hundred giants couldn't wrap their arms around them. Rivers streamed so clear that even the fish born within them exuded a holy light. The earth itself was so dark and rich that seeds bud mere seconds after being planted.

Spirits of all kind rushed toward its center, eyeing a castle of crystals that had been formant for millions of years.

Unicorns galloped and Pegasi flew. Fairies giggled and flowers bloomed. Multi-arms giants bounded forward hundreds of meters with a single step, even as dragon babies called out with their immature voices, trying to imitate the roar of their parents.

In the center of this massive castle, The Tree of Worlds began to shine once more. Its dead leaves burst forth with a fierce green, its darkened bark brightening to an almost unnatural gold.

The people of the world cheered. Their queen, their queen had finally awoken.

**

In yet another world, the lands of the Dark Elves stirred.

An older elf suffused with wrinkles sat slumped on a throne. It was at that moment that his eyelids opened to reveal murky red eyes.

A pressure of untold proportions spread throughout his castle, causing those of weaker will to slump over, unable to handle the Presence of Asura's Eyes.

'To think that our family paid such a heavy price for the benefit of others. The Elvin Queen has awoken to the Acacia family line… Traitors like us won't survive her wrath…'

The elder once more closed his eyes. He had gambled and lost. The Tree of Worlds would never allow rebellion in the kingdom… Their Elvin bloodline that had once been their strength could only now become their curse…

They had only two paths left to them.

Repentance or…

Death.

**

Dyon, Ri and Madeleine were oblivious to these happenings. With how much Dyon missed his wives coupled with the undying lust burning within him, the queen's subjects had no way of knowing how their goddess was being ravaged again and again.

Mia and Bella fell asleep and woke up to the feverish sounds for more than a week before they showed any signs of slowing down, and even then it was only because Madeleine had responsibilities as the youngest core disciple ever appointed by the Flaming Lily Sect.

The good news was that unlike when Dyon hurt Ri after coming out of his trials, he had the ability to heal and ensure his wives were in top shape this time around.

By the end of it all, Dyon couldn't wipe the grin on his face. He sat cross-legged, still unwilling to let go of Ri and Madeleine, intent on keeping them in his arms for as long as time would allow. His worries had floated away like the clouds.

"Golden Flame Mystical World?" Dyon questioned.

"Mm." Madeleine leaned on Dyon, her towering breasts pressed flush against his right side.

"What aren't you tell me?" Dyon asked with a slightly sharp gaze.

Madeleine sighed before explaining what the sect Master had told her.

"Ha." Dyon's good mood was almost shattered by a territorial rage. They dared have thoughts on his woman? There was nothing he hated more than bastards who put him through "tests".

He never forgave King Belmont for testing him, and he sure as hell wouldn't forgive this Golden Crow Sect.

Dyon felt that those who wanted to test him always had some uppity sense of superiority. They arbitrarily decided their own set of rules and tried to apply them onto the lives of those they shouldn't have had a right to dictate. Often times, those rules didn't even make any sense.

King Belmont wanted Dyon to prove that he was better than his son. What kind of bullshit was that?

Not only did Madeleine love Dyon and not Lionel, Dyon had been in the martial world for less than two years at that time while Lionel was over 20 years old living in the best conditions Earth had to offer. Even if King Belmont eventually stepped off his high horse, that was only after Dyon proved himself repeatedly.

To this day, Dyon still felt the same way: who are you to test me? Are you my father? My mother? Then what gives you the right to pass judgement?

Now Dyon had come to learn that the Golden Crow Sect's odd activities were just elaborate tests to see whether or not Madeleine was telling the truth about having a True God husband. They had a lot of fucking nerve.

Dyon shook his head. "So many people want to piss me off these days…" Taking a deep breath he smiled once more. He wouldn't waste his time being angry during the rare occasion he got to see his wives. "Of course, I'll come. I'm very interested in these Golden Flames."

Madeleine nodded. "I hear that the entrance requirement is being between the 7th intent stage and the half-step dao level of fire. Can you make it? There are three years left until it opens."

Dyon grinned, extending his hand gripped to Madeleine's waist to allow flames of black and white to dance along them. "I cheated a bit, but I think the ends justify the means in this case."

Obviously, after Ri and Madeleine heard the story of how Dyon suddenly had so many 9th level intents, they were incensed.

"Always doing something stupid." Ri glared at Dyon. But, considering the fact her petite naked body was still clinging to him, Dyon couldn't take her anger seriously.

The three lost track of time as they caught up. Warmth was in the air and a rare moment of pece descended.