Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

They already had this impression despite only following him for about a year! His life really was too troublesome.

"You guys relax. Ri and Clara should be showing those teens around. You could be good friends with them, after all, they're about your age. I'll take care about the beast babies for now." Dyon said with a smile, rubbing Shere's head.

He felt kind of bad. It was his job to form a bond with these beast babies, yet they spent far more time with Mia and Bella than him.

"Alright!" The twins left to explore the palace, arm in arm.

Dyon laughed to himself, it seemed the Belmont Palace had become less of a Royal Clan's home and more of a tourist destination.

Picking up Biibi and Shere, he placed them within his shirt. Sen hopped from shoulder to shoulder like he usually did, while Linlin sat on his head, retreating into her beautiful black shell. Dyon felt an odd sense of comfort around them.

In the distance, he heard the faint yet uproarious laughter of King Mino speaking with King Belmont. It seemed that he had come here with Aoife.

Dyon sighed, 'Still so many things to deal with… First let's deal with Planet Deimos and Naiad.'

Over the next few days, that was exactly what Dyon did. The situation was more complex than he thought, so he had no choice but to put in a bit of extra effort.

Dyon was working under the impression that the kitsune could send another batch of experts at any time. He was now taking into account their stupidity… He had no way of knowing that they had sealed their borders, causing an uproar in the martial world. Unfortunately, there were no Sapientia Relay Stations here, so not only could he not communicate with Madeleine using their necklaces, he also wasn't up to date on the news.

Instead, Dyon spent his days sorting out the rebellions from the remainder of the Aumen clan on Planet Deimos. He slaughtered those who were too far gone, placed seals within those who were risks, and gave rewards to those who adapted to the changing times. After taking a stock of resources Planet Deimos had and drawing a map of them using his divine sense, he finally felt good enough to leave and head to Planet Naiad.

Luckily, Planet Naiad was far easier to handle, after all, it was Patia-Neva's home planet. After reuniting with his wife, he had returned to set his home on the right path and had long since dealt with the Clyte clan. So, after a simple conversation with Delia's father, Planet Naiad too began preparing for the migration.

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Later that week, Dyon stood above the former home of Elvin Island and sighed. He wanted to save the island, but he didn't know how.

Not only did he not understand any earth will, he didn't understand water will either. And, the worst part was that even if he did, it still wouldn't save the island.

After months of being submerged in saltwater, the ancient trees that once filled it would likely be dead by now.

As for the important artifacts, his father-in-law had long since dealt with moving them away. Much to his relief, Ms. Everdeen's coffin was found intact along with Jade's kneeling statue.

Aside from this, those within the academy pocket dimension were saved as well. In fact, that had led to a confrontation with Madeleine's former master that made Dyon chuckle. It turned out that she had been pestering Uncle Acacia for years, but he still continued to ignore her. In the end, she became so stubborn that she shoehorned herself into becoming a teacher at Acacia Academy.

Although Dyon could laugh about her now, there was a point when he would have loved nothing more than to kill her with his own hands. After all, she had tried to keep Madeleine from him and almost killed Ri with her own hands. But, with everyday that passed, he seemed to find himself caring less and less about matters of the past.

There would never be a point where he would treat Madeleine's former master as one of his family, even if Uncle Acacia forgave her. But, that didn't mean he needed to constantly harp on her shortcomings. She had lost an outstanding disciple and the man she loved was freezing her out, what more punishment could Dyon add on to that?

Thinking to this point, Dyon couldn't help but remember the Holy Princess who was currently still being tortured alongside Matriarch Niveus. She probably didn't deserve such a thing especially since it had already been almost two years since then now.

Dyon's stubborn side flared up at that thought, 'If she had managed to kill me, how many years of pain would my loved ones suffer? All because she was impulsive and believed herself to be the law of the universe.'

In Dyon's estimation, there was very rarely anyone truly pure. What reason did he have to believe in the benevolence of some bullshit Holy Arc? He cared even less for the people who stood on its deck.

The way that Holy Princess just arbitrarily decided to kill him because of something she thought was right just shows how easily corruptible such an organization was. Who was she to decide his life and death? And even if she felt she had the right to pass judgement, then he too had the right to choose whatever punishment he deemed fit.

As Dyon was lost in thought, a familiar blue streak of light crossed the skies to come by his side.

"Are you going to come in with me?" Ri asked after a moment of silence.

Dyon shook his head. "I have a feeling that nothing made by an elf could ever harm you, you don't need me to help you past the ancient game that guards their tombs."

"And what will you do?"

"It's about time I went to receive the remaining half of the Demon Sage's legacy. My body cultivation is too lacking. Do you remember what I asked of you two?" Dyon glanced at the silver-blue haired beauty to his side.

Ri rolled her eyes. "Yes, father." She said sarcastically.

Dyon grinned. "Say that again, I liked the sound of it."

"Don't say such vulgar things in front of the babies." Ri flicked his forehead before descending from the skies slowly. "Don't worry, I'll handle the Sapientia Clan matter well. They won't know where we've gone, nor will they be able to step into this universe again."

Dyon nodded. "Whether I succeed or not, I'll be back within three years for the Golden Flame Mystical World's opening. In the meantime, don't do anything that'll cause me to unleash a massacre."

Ri giggled lightly, looking back toward her husband with a loving glint in her eye. "I've been thinking about taking up the Water Mist Sect on their offer."

Dyon felt a little reluctance in his heart when he heard this. After all, Chrysanthemum had a solid foundation within that sect and there were likely numerous elders who were fond of her. Ri entering such a sect was akin to entering a lion's den.

"Madeleine will give you the Golden Flame Quadrant. Clara has given you the financial stability you need not to mention the means to cripple the Sapientia. For all I know, Amphorae is already a ruling over several quadrants of her own. And, Evangeline is already a half-step transcendent…" Ri paused, biting her lip slightly. "I too want to give you something. I too want to help my man stand at the peak of world."

The pang of a sharp pain pierced Dyon's heart. Ri had lost her own sense of self pursuing a path to helping him, he wouldn't be able to forgive himself if it happened again.

Dyon descended from the skies and took Ri into his arms. He didn't have a one liner that could change Ri's mind, nor did he have the perfect formula to cure her thoughts. But, he was clear about the feeling in his heart. Even if his wives could give him nothing but a smile, he would be content.

"Little Feu Glace..." Dyon paused before snorting. "Hmph, when I get back, I'm going to put a baby in all of you. We'll see if you dare to move around then."

Ri's light laughter uplifted the gloomy atmosphere. With a final soft punch do Dyon's chest, she disappeared into the water below.