Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

Two weeks later, Dyon sat reclined to the back of Soul Palace. This place was just as beautiful as Dyon remembered it. Quite frankly, it seemed like a fairy wonderland.

Before him, a small lake sat. Madeleine, Ri and Delia were playing with the two babies while dipping their toes in the water, as for Clara, she was lightly snoring on Dyon's chest, completely drained. Cultivators had no need for sleep, but it was still the most efficient way to regain stamina. Although one could use a pill as a replacement, relying on one's own body was always the best method.

Dyon felt responsible for Clara's tiredness. She had spent the past two weeks pouring of records and constructing a new governance system. Dyon suddenly realized just how silly it was of him to try and hold that meeting so soon. Him pushing it back was definitely a blessing in disguise.

Still, Dyon felt at peace. Even though he was being used as a human pillow, such a matter only made him smile lightly. He was even considering taking an even longer break.

To the back of his mind, he knew he was missing an opportunity. With the Golden Crow Sect's strongest away at the conference, if Dyon used this chance to sweep through the Fiery Lotus and Flame Rebirth Sects, he would gain a staunch advantage. With his support, the Flaming Lily Sect's would easily crush those two lesser Sects.

However, Dyon pushed these things to the back of his mind.

By now, the world was likely wondering where he had disappeared to again. The matters of what happened golden flame quadrant spread like wildfire, leaving many anticipating his debut on the celestial floors.

The Demon Generals had become a household name for a while now. Dyon had left the matters of the celestial floor in their hands, but there was only so much they could do without an absolute expert. After all, even the strongest of them was still a lower celestial. It was because of this many wondered when Dyon would come to support his men.

Some expected more from the Demon Generals. After all, their rebuffing the Golden Crow Sect had become a matter of legend. But, many felt that their appearance had been lackluster. They were simply too weak.

Although some pointed out that they were young, others didn't seem to care. By this point, even Emytheus' brotherhood of guardians had left the Demon Generals far behind, fervently chasing after the Star Force and Heavenly Sword Guild.

It wasn't until news of Dyon's and Madeleine's "child" became public knowledge that many understood Dyon's disappearance. A good majority praised Dyon for ignoring the chattering of the public in order to be in his child's life, but other, more sinister individuals looked down on him. They believed it was Dyon's fault for foolishly having a child so early in his life to begin with. Now that he was slowing his own progression for its sake, it made his foolishness even more clear.

Even with all of this news making its way to Dyon, he didn't make any moves, enjoying his time of leisure. Sure, there would come a day where he took them by storm once more, but that wasn't today. He felt that with each day that passed, his mind was further tempered. Although he didn't notice it, his mental energy reserves had increased slightly. If he went to the Crystal Dragon Clan's Calming Lake now, the benefits he would receive would be marginally better than before.

Mental energy and fatigue were the most difficult thing to increase in the martial world. Tempering one's mind was simply too difficult. Only creatures like the crystal dragons who innately had the ability to continuously replenish their mental energy could do so. But, even for them, it wasn't an entirely simple task.

Although Dyon had improved, considering where his spirituality was before, it was nothing to be proud of. Maybe one day he could boast something to be satisfied with.

Just as Dyon was about to dose off along with Clara, feeling extremely comfortable with her soft, slender frame in his arms, his divine sense suddenly picked up movements toward his location. When he realized who it was, he couldn't help but being ticked off. He had been so at peace before, he really didn't feel like dealing with this woman.

Wasn't he the Sect Master? Since when did disciples have the right to walk into his abode as they pleased?

However, when he saw Damaris' apprehensive and nervous expression, he decided to not be in a rush to blast her away again. Since he was trying to temper his spirituality, it would be better if he wasn't so quick to anger all the time.

Damaris slowly came into view. Madeleine, Ri and Delia looked back toward her, but only smiled and looked away. She obviously wasn't here for them.

Seeing so many beautiful women around Dyon, Damaris suddenly understood why he didn't have second thoughts about slamming her into the ground. Even the lightly snoring beauty in his arms was easily her match if not better her. But, also seeing his displeased appearance, she felt like a startled deer in headlights.

"I – I came here to apologize."

"Oh." Dyon nodded and turned away.

"I…" Damaris was at a loss. "I lost a bet, I was supposed to become Zaire's maid but he's not here."

"What does that have to do with me? If you'd like to be a maid, there are plenty of people who need help. I don't need you around here."

"Ah, don't listen to him, come here." Madeleine waved Damaris over. Dyon could only pretend to not hear anything, after all, he wouldn't clash with Madeleine over a mere Damaris.

**

A few days later, Dyon went to visit Zabia and the Jafari Clan. He had left the Jafari Clan treasure in their care. Considering it was split in half, only the core teachings of the Jafari had the method for fusing them back together. Apparently, the Elves, due to the fact they never had this method, have never been able to use the treasure at full capacity. Luckily, the process was as simple as soaking their clan's blood lake for a few years. By now, the treasure was already in perfect condition.