Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God-Novel



Months passed at a blinding speed. Well, they did for Dyon, anyway. For the other geniuses, it was mind numbingly slow.

Some only wanted these events to hurry and come to an end. After all, it was impossible to find any more treasures on the ground with so many pseudo-dao beasts running around, and they had already lost out on the second phase. Many could only give up and be content with the gains they already had while they hid.The source of this content is Noᴠel Fɪre.net - ɴovᴇlbin

For another, slight majority, group, they had already begun looking for the third phase castle. They didn't care what they had to do, they'd force True God Sacharro to cough up the keys he took.

Dyon, however, couldn't be bothered to care.

During the first four months, he only focused on stabilizing his cultivation. Making use of his silver mirror constitution, he tempered and increased the density of his energy. By the end, due to his additional 9 meridians, he had more than twenty times the energy another regular peak saint would have, even if they filled their 108th meridian. Of course, this didn't include his inner world.

By the end of that fourth month, Dyon felt that he could break into the celestial realm whenever he wanted, but he didn't do so. Something was nagging him at the back of his mind, telling him it wasn't time yet.

Whenever he thought of breaking through, he'd get an unbearable itch in his eyes. After this happened repeatedly, he began to tie this to his Eternity Pupils. Could it be that the lines of karma he could see when they activated were guiding him toward a better path?

Dyon had no way of knowing that this was not even half the story. His Eternity's Balance constitution might have been pushed to an otherworldly level due to him stacking three of them, however he wasn't at the point of being all seeing. These things simply tied back to Evangeline in a way he had no chance of grasping…

After discarding the idea of breaking through for maybe the millionth time, Dyon could only sigh to himself. How could he not know that the other geniuses were likely plotting against him now? If he broke through, they wouldn't even be able to touch the hems of his clothing. Maybe only a True God of the peak middle celestial realm – the 6th celestial stage – could give Dyon some competition at that point. Considering both Titus and Falkor were still in the lower celestial realm, they wouldn't be a problem.

Yet, at such a crucial time, a mental block had come up on the idea of the breakthrough. Although Dyon didn't know this now as he complained to himself endlessly, he'd be blessed beyond belief for the decision he made during these days.

When the fifth month started, Dyon finally focused on refining the Golden Yacht. It was then he learned that he had severely underestimated this supreme grade treasure once again. He had thought that it would take days to refine, but, unexpectedly, he took the entire month. He wondered how Clara had refined the supreme grade Dome he gave her, but what he didn't know was that she hadn't refined it entirely. In fact, it was impossible for a saint to fully refine a supreme grade treasure. Only Dyon would be capable of such a thing.

By the end, he felt completely drained of energy and fell into a deep sleep.

When he awoke, he found that half of the sixth month had already passed. But, he was pleasantly surprised to find himself slightly drooling on Madeleine's lap.

Madeleine giggled lightly. "You finally woke up."

Seeing the wife he had spent so many years worrying about awake and in such high spirits, Dyon couldn't help but push himself up and grab onto her hips.

"Hold on," Madeleine said in mock resistance, as Dyon's lips kissed along her neck, "Yandevere and Sabona will hear."

Dyon grinned, purposely not putting up a concealment array, "Let them hear then."

Soon, the Demon Sage tower was filled with the sound of pleasurable moans, Lilianna's groaning, and the faint blushes of innocent ears.

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Dyon breathed in Madeleine's heavenly fragrance. Without a care for his image, he firmly planted his head between her soft mounds, wrapping his arms around her body and smiling a content smile.

"A grown man acting like a child, how pitiful." Lilianna's disdainful snort came from Dyon's mind. It seemed her insulting abilities had skyrocketed in recent months. After using Dyon as a test subject, she had graduated from the school of 'scoundrel' and 'evil'.

Truth be told, she wasn't entirely wrong. Dyon played every bit the part of a child currently.

His arms and legs wrapped around Madeleine's naked body like some sort of overgrown koala bear even as he used her chest as a pillow. In fact, Madeleine even stroked his short, goldish-brown hair as though she was coaxing a baby. However, Dyon didn't seem to care about Lilianna's words. He was in a heavenly paradise he rarely got to enjoy.

Madeleine sighed, a sweet smile on her face. "You've thoroughly embarrassed me now in front of Junior and Senior Sister, how can I face them in the future?"

Dyon grinned. "Proudly. The wife of a Sacharro should display no other character."

Hearing these words, Madeleine's smile only grew sweeter. There seemed to be an endless hallow of light shimmering around her uncontrollably. It was clear that her Goddess' Disposition had grown to a new height.

"What did you think of the technique book?" Dyon suddenly asked.

"It was very profound…" Madeleine said softly. "It wasn't an actual technique, but it contains several small worlds that project images so real I can barely fathom them. I feel like this book is more valuable than even a Mystic Grade technique."

Small realms were worlds too restricted in their creation to be counted as Mystical Worlds. A true Domain, that only a dao formation expert could comprehend, would be categorized as a small realm. The pseudo-domains that celestials comprehend, however, fall short of this categorization.

"Every page contains a new image," Madeleine continues, "If one meditates on it for extended periods of time, it's possible to hear a profound melody."

Dyon raised an eyebrow. "Then why do you not categorize it as a technique?"