Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

'The technique comes in three parts, which is why it's far better than other dual cultivation techniques. It improves the soul, energy and body. Even though you can't practice two of the three for now, there's still one path available to you.'

'Alright, alright. Save it. I don't want the first time I'm making love to my woman in years to be for the sake of cultivation. Close off your senses for now, come back later and give me the third of the technique.'

The Dragon King seemed to be exasperated with such a sentimental master, but he still obliged.

"Dyon…" A moaning voice awoke Dyon from his distraction. His lips were caught on Ri's neck, and she was quite enjoying it until he abruptly stopped.

Since Ri didn't need to pretend to be a full-blooded Kitsune anymore, she had long since retracted her tails. However, because she had been immersed in learning the ins and outs of her Snow clan bloodline, she had become much more in tune with her bestial side. Long story short, being teased like this made her antsy.

Dyon could only oblige.

Feeling the moist and soft paradise tightening around him, Dyon became lost in a pleasure he hadn't felt in years. Before he even realized what had happened, he had had his way with Ri for days, climaxing a number of times he would be too afraid to count.

Dyon would normally never do this. Even if he wanted more, taking his wives' well being into consideration, he was monitor how they were feeling before stopping when he knew they couldn't handle anymore.

But, for some reason, this time, Dyon became more like a raging beast. After breaking through the celestial level and integrating such a high percentage of the Demon Sage's blood, and then combine that with the inner turmoil and loneliness he had faced for the past more than decade, and you created a man with little to no self-control.

With a beauty at the level of Ri in his arms, willing to do everything she could to please him without a word of complaint, Dyon lost himself.

By the time he gripped Ri's soft and willowy hips for the last time, finally feeling a semblance of contentment, days had passed and Dyon finally awakened to what he had done.

Ri's cheeks were flushed with a red glow, a slight pain hidden behind her soft and caring smile. She didn't seem to care for herself, instead choosing to lightly stroke Dyon's cheeks and kiss his lips again, as though she was prepared for him to lose control again.

However, Dyon's soul was connected to Ri's, he knew the truth. After the first day, Ri had been on the same wave of pleasure as Dyon, but as the second and third days approached and left, that pleasure had been replaced by pain for her instead.

Guilt filled Dyon heart as he slowly pulled out, unwilling to hurt Ri anymore. The worst part was his soul was still sealed so he couldn't heal her quickly. He knew that it should be possible for him to use his runic flame to help her, but his mastery of runic vein theory was pitifully low and definitely not enough to heal a saint level expert.

Ri winced slightly when she felt Dyon slide out of her. Her gorgeous breasts waving, covered with a thin sheet of sweat that made them all the more alluring.

Despite her pain, her smile didn't fade. "What are you so down for?" She said, flicking his forehead lovingly. "Is it not my duty as your wife to take on your lust?"

These words only made Dyon feel worse. He wrapped up the weak and fragile Ri as though she was a small kitten, unwilling for any more harm to come to her.

Duty as a wife to take on his lust? He spit on such a concept. If a wife had such a duty, wasn't his duty to be considerate of her even more important?

Ri silently lay in Dyon's arms, listening to the beating of his heart. "Do you want to tell me about it?"

After that, Dyon didn't much more prompting. His experiences with the trials, and especially the second trial world, came pouring out.

When he said the words aloud, he felt slightly ridiculous. Falling for a trial world imaginary woman, then coming to tell the very real woman in your arms about it? Wasn't that too much of a joke?

However, Ri's soul was intertwined with Dyon's. In this world, there were only two other people who could claim to know her husband as well as she did. Dyon wasn't free with his love, nor was his heart easy to sway. Although the number of beauties who could match up to her, Ri and Madeleine could fit in a single reasonably sized room, Ri knew very well that beauty wasn't enough to move Dyon.

There was something else going. For some reason, the Luna character who manipulated Dyon's emotions had less of a place in his heart than the Amphorae character he had abandoned… And somehow she, herself, had found a place in Dyon's heart, along with Clara, even though Madeleine's impact on his was untouchable…

The more she peered into her husband's soul and listened to his words, the more she felt at peace with his choices and his love.

...

"Oh right, I almost forgot!" Ri pulled out a silver box from her spatial ring before handing it to Dyon. "Clara made some major improvements to your communication device so we could talk to each other even across quadrants." Saying these words, Ri giggled thinking about Clara's insults toward Dyon's shabby designs.

"Just a big-headed brute! No finesse! No sense of style! All the space he should have had for aesthetics was replaced by all those perverted thoughts!"

Hearing Ri retell the story in such an animated fashion made black lines appeared on Dyon's features. Was this really his wife? Or was she his enemy?

The communication devices that Clara was referring to were the ones Dyon had created back when his soul was at the mere Blossom stage. They only had the ability to communicate across a single planet, and needed ridiculously high level dao stones to function properly, but he had literally just stepped into the martial world at that point! To be able to accomplish such a feat, the word genius wasn't enough to describe him.

And yet, his partner in life was tearing down his ingenuity in such a fashion. Truly too heartbreaking.

However, when Dyon opened the box and saw the design, he couldn't help but be impressed with his little Clara once again. She truly was a genius amongst geniuses.

'Truly worthy of being my wife.' Dyon thought with a grin.

Within the box was a sleek, silver necklace. However, it was much bulkier than the ones Ri, Clara and Madeleine now wore. It was fit to be called a chain, but a still very compact one. Dyon could see that Clara made an effort to give him a more masculine design.

As for the internal structure, the more Dyon looked, the more intrigued he became.

The metal itself was in tune with his own soul. Usually, something like this would only be possible if Dyon was a part of the forging process, or better yet, forged it himself. However, Clara had managed to do it by relying on her familiarity and connection to his soul.

The material was a very rare and special ore of the soul path. It was known as Spirit Tuning Ore. However, what truly impressed Dyon was the fact that one usually had to be a moon level weapon's master to smith with this level of ore. Yet, he was quite certain Clara's soul hadn't reached that point yet.

Normally, even with this particular ore, it would be impossible to communicate across quadrants. However, this was where Clara's ingenuity came in. From what Dyon could tell, this chain acted as a signal sender, which would then bounce off of various relay stations, before reaching its destination, thus effectively increasing the range of these chains to near infinity, theoretically, as long as the proper relay stations were available.

As for how Clara set up relay stations across the cosmos? She didn't have to. The Sapientia had done all the work for her in the past ten years.