Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

He found Madeleine's words a bit confusing, mostly because he hadn't looked into the book himself. From what his wife described, each page was a result of an expert Composer. The greater understanding one had of the images, the louder the music became and the more of it you could comprehend and play.

If things were described like this, wasn't this a technique book where each page was a new technique?

Madeleine smiled, understanding Dyon's confusion.

"I have a feeling that the reason you felt music will emanating from this book is because you were going out of your way to find me a useful treasure. You were thinking of music will, and thus you sensed music will. You understood that despite the fact I've gained Amethyst's approval, this wife of yours still loves music will the most…" Madeleine's delicate fingers ran through Dyon's hair, a peaceful calm overwhelming her.

What had Dyon and her first bonded over? Was it not music will?

The very first time Dyon met Madeleine, he had played her a beautiful song to alleviate the pain her constitution put her under. It was also during this encounter that Dyon gave Madeleine an aurora flower connected to his soul. In fact, although that flower lost its color after Dyon was assaulted by the death qi within Focus Academy's golden fountain, Madeleine still kept a place for it in the corner of her spatial ring.

"… This is the magic of this book. It's able to feel the will of its observer and create based on this will.

"When I don't seek to improve my music will, but instead my fire will, the images change, and I suddenly see seas of fire and blazing suns. In fact, my fire will reached the 9th intent level just a few days ago. However, at the same time, someone who has not touched upon the creation path will only sense that this book is ordinary beyond belief."

Dyon's brows furrowed. If this book was as Madeleine described, its worth was unimaginable. Even enigmatic stones wouldn't be enough to buy it. It was then that Dyon understood why the Demon Sage said that some things couldn't be bought with money and could only be traded for…

"But… When did I touch upon the creation path?" Dyon fell into deep thought. As far as he was aware, all of his will paths followed a single lane: the sovereign path. He had never once deviated from it ever since he comprehended it thanks to Ri and her mother's cave.

However, despite this, Dyon believed in Madeleine's analysis. It wasn't that he didn't think his wife could ever be wrong, but if she felt doubt in her analysis, she would have said so. The fact she didn't meant that she was 100% confident. If she was 100% confident, he was 100% confident.

Simply put, something within him followed the creation path or else he too would have found this book to be ordinary…

"Could it be something related to your Manifestation?" Madeleine slowly nudged Dyon in the right direction.

Suddenly, a wave of enlightenment overwhelmed Dyon. His Manifestation! He had been lamenting about not being able to increase his strength anymore, but didn't he have the Heaven's Selfless Breath tea leaves?

His manifestation… Aside from his domineering humanoid spirit, he had six halos.

His weapon's pagoda. His all-seeing eye. His sovereign crown. His heavenly lightning. His flame of chaos. And his flame of purity.

Which of them followed the creation path? Dyon couldn't help but wonder.

What if they all did?

...

Within the Master Bedroom of the Demon Sage Tower, one could find an image of a man sleeping in the nude with his wife nowhere to be seen. However, the image Dyon saw was vastly different. Having sent a projection of himself into his inner world, he sat comfortably with Madeleine on his lap as he carefully prepared the Heaven's Selfless Breath tea leaves.

Although he couldn't physically enter his inner world himself, he was a god here. Creating endless clones was as easy as simply thinking it. Whether it be the weather or even the softness of the ground, he controlled it all. In fact, this control had skyrocketed after he ate the Martial Saint pill.

Madeleine rested her head on Dyon's shoulder, wearing a thin, short silk gown that left little to the imagination. She watched Dyon prepare the tea with an interested expression on her face.

"Where did you learn the Dao of Tea?" She asked curiously.

Dyon smiled. "I wouldn't call it a dao just yet, but the Evangeline character I spoke to you about before followed this path to a great length. I picked up a few tricks from her, but I'm sure she'd want to kill me if she saw how I was ruining these tea leaves now."

Madeleine giggled. "Ah, you mean your rapist."

Dyon's face turned red, but he thickened his skin with a cough. When he had told his wives what happened, not wanting to hide anything from them, who knew that Clara would start laughing uncontrollably about how he had been date raped. Since when was such a thing a laughing matter? Now his innocent Madeleine had begun to make fun of him too, was there no justice in this world?

The soft peck of Madeleine's lips to his cheeks made him feel better, though.

"I'll teach that woman a lesson one day." Dyon said through slightly gritted teeth. "First I need to climb to the third floor of the Demon Sage Tower."

Dyon felt that he could already conquer the second floor, but the third was still beyond him at the moment. He suspected he would need to reach at least 500 000 000 jin of weight before he could take its trial with any confidence.

As he spoke, his hands never stopped. Although his Dao of Tea was unrefined and clumsy, he made use of his soul strength to forcibly limit the leakage of spirituality. By the time he finished, his tea would be about the equivalent of a 60% pure pill, which was good enough for his needs now. Unfortunately, even while being a God here, it still wasn't to the point of manipulating these Planet Grade Tea Leaves at will. So, he could only settle for this.