Reaper of the Martial World

Book 7: Chapter 114: Lord Husband (4)

Dyon felt his mental energy replenishing quickly. Years of constant attempts at breaking into the master realm of runic vein theory had whittled him down more than even he knew. Combined with the lack of appropriate food and Dyon’s body was in a far worse situation than he wanted to admit.

He didn’t even realize when he suddenly fell into a deep sleep. Although his back was as straight as a spear and he never once let his grip on Amphorae go, his mind had fallen into a deep state of unconsciousness.

It was then that the crown within his inner world vibrated to life once more. Dyon’s Mind’s Eye quaked, pushing fiercely toward the dao formation realm. However, a severe bottleneck was found waiting… Not one placed by Dyon’s lack of accumulation, but rather one placed by the toddler.

Suddenly, Dyon’s Mind’s Eye contracted, shrinking from its 100 000km diameter. Its size halved once, then twice, then a third time. This continued until it had just 10% of its range before exploding forth with an added might. historical

The bottleneck trembled once more, threatening to shatter under the assault, however, the toddler remained unaffected, nonchalant even. It was as though the prowess of Dyon’s soul was nothing in front of it.

Like a parent trying to appease an aggrieved child, the toddler almost seemed to sigh as it allowed Dyon’s Mind’s Eye to escape the 100 000km range, pushing forward toward the 200 000km range before finally slowing.

If one could see what was happening within Dyon’s Mind’s Eye, they’d have to rub their eyes in disbelief. This simply didn’t make any sense nor was it rooted in any precedent or logic. One had to understand that the normal range for a peak celestial soul was a few hundred kilometers at most. Only dao formation experts could break into the thousands while several hundred thousand could only be seen within half-step transcendent realm experts!

The range Dyon had at the mere peak celestial realm didn’t make sense!

Maybe if it was just about range, one could accept it. So what if he had eyes 200 000km from himself. How useful could that possible be when a planet would only average 30 to 50 000km in circumference? Sure, the epistemic tower’s inner world spanned millions of miles, but even if that was the case, how useful could it possibly be?

If Dyon could cover an entire universe with his divine sense, at least he could use it to find hidden resources that way. However, no matter how far Dyon’s divine sense stretched, this would forever be impossible!

The reason this was amazing was simple. Dyon had the capital to do things with his soul usually impossible for mortals. Whether it be his thinking speed, the potential of his mental energy, or the soul energy reserves he had… No one could match him!

In fact, with this boost to his soul, Dyon finally had enough energy to pump into his Florence Clan technique to form a clone. Although it would be a very weak clone in terms of percentage of his strength, this reality still remained true!

In the state of absolute comfort, it wasn’t until hours later that Dyon awoke. Although the music had stopped, he still felt endlessly peaceful.

Amphorae watched as Dyon’s eyes slowly opened before she turned back to the lake before them, a small smile on her face.

“Husband, would you like to have sex?”

Dyon was so stunned by the question that he nearly choked on his breath. He didn’t even know how to answer.

He understood the personalities of his wives well. Ri wouldn’t have said it in this way, she would have been more seductive and assertive. Honestly, most times she didn’t even ask for his opinion. Clara needed more prompting. In fact, she had never initiated sex between them even once. She was simply more reserved. As for Madeleine, she wasn’t afraid to initiate either, but she would simply communicate with her eyes. Often times, she would do so for his sake, knowing that he was holding back. But, more recently, it had been for herself.

As for Amphorae, it was difficult for him to put a finger on. She said the words so nonchalantly, as though she didn’t care what his answer was. This was so like her, so aloof and imposing, yet elegant and refined at the same time.

“Um…” Dyon coughed slightly. Never would he think that he’d be put into such an awkward situation when a question had such an obvious answer.

Amphorae smiled lightly. “I ask because you’ve been poking at me quite viciously for the past few hours. I take it as that’s a, yes? I wouldn’t mind, but… It’s just that father has been watching us for quite a while now. He doesn’t seem too happy.”

Dyon’s face turned from red to a pitch dark black.

In the distance, hearing his daughter’s words, the Demon Sage shook with an anger that caused the skies above to quake. He didn’t seem to care that it was his daughter who initiated at all, to him, it was Dyon tainting his angel.

After listening to Dyon talk about all of his wives with his little girl, it had taken the Demon Sage’s everything to not strangle the little brat to death. You still dare to have other wives and my daughter?! Fuck!

The Demon Sage had decided. He’d make Dyon make him a body so he could beat the living shit out of him!