Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God



In truth, some wanted to place the Demon Generals as number one, which would put the Brotherhood of Guardians at fourth place between the Star Force and Heavenly Sword Guild, but the majority argued against it. Simply put, the Demon Generals seemed too useless without Dyon. So, according to official rankings, though everyone respected Dyon, the Demon Generals weren't even top ten. 

Simply put, after being forced to come here alone, Cativa couldn't hope to defeat them all by herself. Though she hated to admit it, only someone of Dyon's caliber could hope to do so. 

After a deep breath, Cativa finally spoke one more. 

"Go to Low Star City on the date two years from now, I'll bring you to the Star Quadrant then. Here's the blood essence contract you asked for, look it over." 

Emytheus casually took the shimmering document from Cativa. After checking it over to make sure there were no loopholes he nodded in satisfaction and placed it within his spatial ring after signing it as well. 

"If you don't mind my asking…" Emytheus called out as Cativa was about to leave. "… What's the point of doing all of this? Is it really too much to ask to open your teleportation formations? Why make everyone travel so far and for so long?" 

Cativa only snorted in response, not bothering to answer. She knew that Emytheus was bursting with laughter on the inside after asking this question. 

** 

"So?" Dyon grinned, standing grandly above the world as he took Clara and Ri into his arms. "Do you like my present?" 

He lightly pinched their soft waists as his blood boiled. He had ignored the lust of his Titan Diamond Body for too long, but unfortunately, now wasn't the time for such things. 

Clara and Ri put on content smiles, even Clara's usual quippy response and Ri's flick of the forehead were nowhere to be seen. They just felt… Comfortable. 

Dyon owed his wives too much, they put up with a lot for him. Not every woman would be willing to deal with what they did, and Dyon was endlessly grateful for it. 

How would you feel if your husband suddenly came home with a child you knew wasn't your own? No matter how adorable Little Alauna was, there was no question that she was often the elephant in the room. 

The worst part was that even if Ri and Clara wanted children of their own, and even if Dyon was willing to lay down his concerns toward these turbulent times, there was no guarantee they'd even be able to have them. Dyon's talent, and that of his wives, were simply too high. They would likely have to try for centuries, maybe millennia, before they had children of their own. 

These matters were especially tough on Clara. From the beginning, she questioned the idea of accepting her love for Dyon at all, maybe if it wasn't for Dyon being so close to death, she would have never leapt over that mental hurdle. 

To make matters worse, she was a woman of the mortal world and she was over 30 years old. If the Earth she knew still existed, she should be married with a white picket fence of her own, maybe with a child or two. The sharp dichotomy between where she expected her life to be, and where it was now, was too stark. 

Ri had her own struggles. Of Dyon's wives, it was arguable that she had given up the most. While it was true that Clara entered a whole new world, and Amphorae willingly died, and Madeleine, even as first wife, selflessly shared Dyon… Ri had given up her own sense of self for so long. It wasn't until recently that she finally recovered what it meant to be Ri again… What it meant to be Alexandria. 

Yet, all the while, they stayed by Dyon's side. They could have left, going off to accomplish their own goals and their own pursuits, yet they stayed. 

Dyon hugged them tightly, only unwillingly letting go after several moments. 

"We have 8 to 9 months remaining, then… We'll officially begin. In that time, you two should strengthen yourselves. I have a feeling that you have no intention of staying home." Dyon said with a smile. 

Though Madeleine had already reached the Higher Celestial Realm, and would have likely already reached the Peak Celestial Realm had it not been for her coma, Ri and Clara didn't have God constitutions capable of accelerating cultivation speed to such a degree. 

As of right now, Ri was still within the Middle Celestial Realm while Clara was still within the Lower Celestial Realm with her cultivation speed being the slowest amongst Dyon's wives. 

That said, their combat prowess was high, especially in comparison to the coming enemies. 

By power, Dyon's home quadrant was ranked about middle of the pack. At best, they'd be within the 40s of the tower quadrants, possible 30s. 

Unfortunately for them, this wasn't due to their lack of talent. Objectively speaking, the talent of those within the celestial deer quadrant was incredibly high. The most poignant reason their overall strength was so low was because they were primitive. 

Due to the massive war that embroiled the Celestial Deer Quadrant, headed by the Celestial Deer Sect and The Entity, a figurative reset button had been hit on Dyon's home quadrant. As a result, in comparison to the rest of the martial world, their knowledge about cultivation was incredibly low. 

The reverberating effects of this war were clear, the Ragnor, Uidah, Pakal and Five Beast Clan Alliance didn't even have a clue as to where the Epistemic Tower was. 

Simply put, to these individuals, First Grade Celestials, let alone above Ninth Order Celestials like Dyon's wives, were inconceivable. 

Still, Dyon didn't want to take these individuals lightly. They were still Clans that had laid their roots for millions of years, no matter how primitive they were. It was likely that they had evolved forward in some novel way Dyon might never expect, which was why information was so crucial. 

"What do you want to do?" Ri asked. 

"In this 8 to 9 months… I need to reach the Higher Celestial Realm, only then will I be comfortable. Before we begin, I'll also break into the gold silk realm. Now that Luna is here, there's no need for me to stall my body cultivation just so that I can bring things in and out of the Ancient Battlefield."

"Do you plan on bringing your soldiers from the Ancient Battlefield over?" Clara questioned. 

Surprisingly, though, Dyon shook his head. He didn't feel that it was the right time, or more accurately, he felt that there was a better choice. 

"Not immediately. I'm confident that the strength of those I command from the Ancient Battlefield is incredibly high, even the worst of them have bodies strong enough to match pseudo dao experts, as for the Titans, those who can wield essence grade type energy are a match for middle dao experts at worse, while those who can wield saint grade type energy are higher dao experts at worse."

That was right, Dyon technically had thousands of dao experts at his beck and call now.