Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

Dyon stood in Amphorae's room, now fully clothed and looking out at the sky through the massive gapping hole that now replaced the roof. It was such an odd atmosphere, yet Dyon felt oddly comfortable. Maybe the only thing that was unsettled within him was his blood practically burning his veins up. But, he ignored the feeling, fully suppressing it.

It wasn't that he didn't want to take Amphorae right here and now, but he just didn't feel it was the right time. He was fully aware that Amphorae would never reject, but Dyon also knew that two days wasn't enough to repair a relationship that had been chipped away at for decades.

Turning back, Dyon watched as Amphorae's alluring back wrapped herself in delicate silks. He lamented the fact her long hair covered her plump ass, but he was also glad he didn't have a more stimulating view, or else maybe even his overwhelming will power would lose out.

Dyon walked over when he noticed how tightly Amphorae was binding her chest. His hands wrapped around her, stopping a process he thought had to be very painful. Why should she have to do such a thing?

Amphorae paused, "Why are you stopping me?"

Dyon smiled to himself. He had spent the morning with Amphorae, trying his best to get her to speak less formally with him, it seemed it had worked.

"You're hurting yourself, that's why."

Warmth filled Amphorae's heart, but she still shook her head. "It's proper etiquette. I have no choice."

Dyon thought for a moment before walking around to face her. "Let me."

Although Amphorae didn't know what Dyon meant, he let him try. However, instead of trying to bind her, Dyon directly undid the ties around her chest, causing two boundlessly beautiful mounds of soft flesh to drop into his view.

Dyon shook his head to focus. Seeing his reaction, Amphorae felt gratified in her heart, but she also inwardly giggled before catching herself. Since when did she giggle?

Contrary to Amphorae's expectations, Dyon didn't stop there. He proceeded to also remove the silk wrapping around Amphorae's hips and thighs. He realized that they also tried to hide the plumpness of her ass, Dyon found this more blasphemous than even the chest bindings.

Soon, Amphorae stood naked and confused. She blushed thinking that maybe Dyon had stopped holding back and wanted to take her here. A slight anticipation, but also a blanket of worry colored her heart, leaving her with a slight unsettled yet wanting feeling.

Her heart beat quickened as Dyon cupped her breasts and slightly supported them between his thumb and index finger. But, if Amphorae's mind wasn't wandering, she would have realized the focused expression on Dyon's face.

A slight moan escaped Amphorae's lips when Dyon's thumb accidently slid by her pink nipples. However, Dyon didn't seem to react. He was so focused on controlling his impulses that he had practically shut down all of his other senses.

A moment later, Dyon nodded to himself, finishing his calculations in his mind. He grasped onto the purple-gold aurora flame stone once again, causing a blinding purple light to fill the room and envelop the room, with Amphorae covered in specific.

Amphorae was snapped out of her fantasizing state to find the feeling of fabrics wrapping around her skin, but somehow, it felt much more comfortable and much less restrictive than usual.

When the light finally faded, Amphorae looked down at herself in amazement. To help her see, Dyon moved away from his position, allowing the mirror behind him to be seen by her.

Stunning red lace lingerie covered her important areas, and although this wasn't conservative in the least, she fell in love with the design and feel. Dyon had even replaced the normal uncomfortable metal why with a much comfier flexible fabric.

Seeing that Amphorae liked it, Dyon smiled, ignoring his fatigue and using the purple-gold stone again. Soon after, a beautiful red dress covered Amphorae's figure. It was loose and unrestrictive, but still maintained the air of conservatism that he knew she still wanted.

"Is it okay?" Dyon asked.

Not trusting her voice, Amphorae could only nod.

Smiling, Dyon approached her side, giving her his arm. "In the future, I'll show you something even more comfortable." A grin spread within Dyon's heart, thinking about the conservative and elegant Amphorae wearing sweat pants.

Although Dyon was trying to ignore his fatigue, it still caught Amphorae's attention, causing her gratitude to blossom even further. She happily accepted Dyon arm, and for the first time in a long while, she couldn't hide her smile.

When they walked out, it wasn't much of a surprise that the women were immediately caught up in Amphorae's new dress. In the end, Dyon had no choice but to promise to make one for each one of them. Having so many women was truly too tiring.

Despite this thought, Dyon actually felt quite happy having Amphorae cling to his arm. Her queenly aura caused the air around them to tremble in fear. It made those they passed realize that there was truly no man worthy of such a woman that wasn't a King.

For these few moments, Dyon was finally able to set Luna aside in his heart. He didn't forget her, and the love was still raging in his heart. But, what he could do was ignore her possible betrayal for now. All that mattered was Amphorae's happiness right now.

Just like that, the two of them headed toward a secluded part of the Palace. It was time to deal with the traitors.

When Dyon walked in with Amphorae on his arm, the ministers in the throne room were stunned. How long had the seat by Dyon been completely empty? They had lost count of the number of years.

That said, many ministers had unconcealed happiness on their expressions. It seemed their King was finally growing up.

Amphorae didn't seem to notice the gazes on her, but her heart was fluttering the entire time. She felt gratified to finally be able to be by Dyon's side. The fact it was something so important too only made her feel better.

The truth was that a concubine didn't have any right to such an honor, but the fact Dyon ignored such an obvious and clear rule of etiquette made his stance clear. From today forward, Amphorae's status wouldn't be any less than that of Luna.

Dyon sat in the center throne with Amphorae directly to his right. He didn't speak for a long while, instead, he scanned the room silently. Unlike yesterday, he knew everyone in this room now. And it was very clear to him that three families were missing. To arrive after the King was a clear sign of disrespect, but for now, Dyon said not a single word. In fact, because of the atmosphere his aura created, not a single person dared to talk.

The throne room remained completely quiet.

Ten minutes passed. Then thirty. Then an hour. And still, no one said a word.

Amphorae's heart couldn't help but feel a fiery heat spread through her chest. Dyon presence forced even those of the Dao Formation in this room to not dare to speak, even to ask what was wrong. His demeanor now was completely different than when they were alone, did her King always have such a side to him?

Despite Amphorae's thoughts, how could she not understand what was wrong? There were people missing, and the most embarrassing part for her was that one of them was her very own father.

A slight fury built in Amphorae's heart before she couldn't only helplessly and silently sigh. How could she not understand why her father would treat their King like this? However, this current King of theirs was very different. If her father continued to act like this, there would only be humiliation and death in his future.

There was an indescribable feeling welling up within her… Something that was telling her that there wasn't anything in existent capable of stopping her husband's current momentum.

Finally, after nearly another half an hour, the sound of three laughing men filled the hallways leading to the throne room.

Soon, the doors of the throne room opened. However, contrary to their previous attitudes, the laughter of the men completely stopped, immediately getting caught in their throats. Whereas they had expected the hall to be filled with discussion, and likely heated as it usually was, the reality was that the hall was completely quiet, making them the complete center of attention. Although this was their goal from the beginning, the circumstances in which is happened were vastly different from what they had imagined.

The man in the middle was tall and handsome, sporting long dark red hair. He was without a doubt Amphorae's father. Judging by how he was a dao formation expert, and could still manage to look so young, he had to have either just recently broken through to a new stage or was ridiculously talented.

Judging by Dyon's information on him, it was more likely the former, although any dao formation expert was an overwhelming talent.

He was known as Minister Akhekhu.

The other two men had auras at the peak celestial realm and were very close to their next break through should they decide to forego increasing their cultivation grade. Considering they were only a few thousand years old, they not only had plenty of time, but were also much younger than Minister Akhekhu.

They were known as Minister Baria and Minister Hesus.

One had to say, that although they were all family heads, such an arrangement of friends was truly odd. Whereas Minister Akhekhu was Dyon's grand uncle. Minister Baria and Minister Hesus were both his uncles. The difference of one generation in the martial world was much too wide to ignore.

Dyon noted this oddity but continued to stay silent. In fact, he had long since closed his eyes. He didn't even react to the laughter or the opening of the throne room door. The only clue that he was still very much here and very much aware was the stifling dominance of his aura.

Minister Akhekhu's heart froze over when he saw the situation. But, when he noticed that there was someone seated beside Dyon, and the fact that person was his daughter, he was completely stunned. He suddenly went from a completely embarrassing situation, to another situation he had no idea how to handle.

However, the coldness in his heart immediately returned. Did this King of his think that such empty gestures would change decades of suffering? He had to watch his own daughter brave through complete humiliation while never saying a word of complaint. How could such anger and frustration be washed away so easily?

Yet, despite this, Minister Akhekhu's eyes softened when he looked upon Amphorae. He rarely ever got to see his daughter now, after all, the Imperial Harem forbade men from entering. Unfortunately for him, this included fathers.

Amphorae's heart swam with complex feelings when she saw her father's eyes, but her expression remained unmoved. When a woman married, it was only right that her allegiances shifted. No matter what Dyon had done in the past, she still loved him. And from their talks, she could see the guilt that was wracking his heart all of this time and the heavy stone that weighed on his psyche. All that mattered to her now was that he was trying, yet he was also so patient with her.

There were certain duties she had now, regardless of her thoughts and feelings, that took precedent. And, considering that her heart wasn't entirely on one side or another to begin with, it only made the clear decision all the more obvious.

Right now, Amphorae wasn't a daughter, she was a Queen and the wife of a King. A King who had just been disrespected by his subjects. The side she chose was clear to her.

In the next instant, the wave of pressure doubled… just as Dyon's eyes finally opened.