Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

Dyon was shocked. Luna was forced to protect Alauna to her back, even becoming a bloody mess. If she wasn't a Heaven's Child, she would have immediately died.

Clara wasn't fairing much better either, and she definitely didn't have the regenerative abilities Luna had.

Her delicate body was flung across the room, blasting through several walls before collapsing into a bloody heap.

"Clara! Luna!"

Dyon was shocked.

As Dyon panicked, Little Alauna's eyes began to uncontrollably tear up. Though she was hiding behind Luna who managed to protect her in the final moment, she could see the blood pooling at her mother's feet as well as Clara's sorry appearance as she was flung away wildly.

Dyon didn't dare to move rashly again, standing like a statue and forcing every function of his body into a dormant state.

This strength, it was too inconceivable, it was like nothing he had ever felt before. He didn't even trust himself to take a single step.

Luckily, it was then that Amphorae came rushing in. She looked around in confusion before seeing Dyon's pleading eyes aimed toward Clara. Luna would be fine because she was a Heaven's Child, but Dyon was legitimately worried that he might have killed Clara.

He couldn't even bring himself to speak. He realized that when he had rashly called out Clara and Luna's names, the upsurge of energy attempted to break free once more. If he hadn't focused his entire being on stopping it, another catastrophe would have broken loose.

Amphorae didn't say anything more and rushed toward Clara's body.

By now, Luna's bloody front had healed itself. Watching her skull reform and her muscles and skin wiggle forth, Dyon felt an uncontrollable ache in his heart. He had caused this.

This had never happened to Dyon before. He had experienced many massive leaps in strength before, but it was never like this… Never to the point where he couldn't control his own strength and definitely never to the point where he couldn't see the end of his own limits.

It was only then Dyon realized that this matter wasn't as simple as him receiving a third of his talent back, he had completely reformed the body he was meant to be born with and that wasn't as simple as a 50% increase in strength, he had undergone a massive qualitative change.

Of course, it wasn't as though Dyon didn't think this might be related to entering the gold silk realm, but there was something inside him telling him that this was wrong. The gold silk realm alone couldn't explain this.

"It's okay, it's okay." Luna whisked the blood away and covered herself in a new set of robes, picking the crying Alauna up. "Everything's going to be okay, daddy just had a little accident."

Dyon forced a smile, trying to put on a brave front for Alauna, but the truth was that he didn't dare to hold his own little girl in his arms anymore.

Amphorae carried Clara back into the room, but her face didn't look good, nor did Clara.

'She…' Amphorae sent a message meant only for Dyon's ears. '… She needs something capable of healing her quickly, or else she'll slip away.'

Dyon tried hard to control the beating of his heart, it felt as if even something so simple could destroy everything around him.

He immediately remembered that he still had 30% of the planet grade healing pill remaining, but he didn't even trust himself to speak, could he really guide that energy to Clara?

"Luna…" Dyon spoke slowly and deliberately. "… Please… Inside my inner world… Pill energy… from Essence reversal pill…"

Luna blinked before understanding Dyon meant. After placing Little Alauna behind Amphorae, she fearlessly stepped toward Dyon and placed her small hand to his torso, finding the path to his inner world.

The gesture was small, but Amphorae felt warmth toward Luna's trust despite the situation. Trusting your daughter to someone else wasn't an easy task for a mother.

It didn't take long before Luna's abilities shone through. She immediately located the energy Dyon spoke of.

"Dyon, the grip on your inner world is too strong, far stronger than it was before, I can't control it unless you relax."

Dyon grit his teeth, looking toward the unconscious Clara as he willed himself to calm down.

His breathing grew steady. If he couldn't control his path in dire situations like this one, what was the point in his dao heart?

In that moment, the rainbow light laying deep within his nascent soul pulsed to life. Dyon's will shone through fiercely, allowing Luna to take control as the words of his manifestation rung once more.

[Who said a sovereign can't rely on those around him?]

Seeing Clara's injuries rapidly healing, only then did the weight on Dyon's heart finally lessen slightly. He had never raised a hand against his wives, so something like this was too much of a jarring experience for him. Seeing his wives hurt was one matter, but them being hurt because of him was on a completely different level.

Dyon steadied his breathing.

"What happened to me?" Dyon could only ask Luna. She was the most familiar with energy, only she would be capable of understanding.

Clara awoke groggily. Her hand shot to the back of her skull as an intensive fear overtook her.

She had never been so close to death before. As a celestial, she had clearly felt the back of her head completely collapse. Shards of broken bone had torn her brain matter apart, and even her spine had been shattered in multiple places. She had even felt her life slipping away…

Back then, she had forgotten to fight, almost willingly walking toward whatever path samsara had for her.

This was something many experienced when they neared death. Even if their souls could survive without their bodies, the natural tendency would be toward giving way the moment your body gave way.

Clara, who had a celestial soul, and was very close to becoming a Moon Lord, obviously could survive even if her body died, but the tug toward the other side had been too strong.