Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

Madeleine's fan remained attached to the spear's tip as though it had latched on. Aside from her flutter gown, there was no evidence that she had moved at all.

'This is part of Eve's comprehension…' Dyon said with an interested expression.

Eve was quite impressive to Dyon. She had managed to delve into the Eternity's Balance Constitution to a far greater extent than even he expected. Now, she had the ability to not only to parse the immediate future into categories of probability, but she also learned to apply her comprehension of balance to battle.

When Dyon broke down concept with his Immortal Sense, he came to understand it…

If one placed two weights of drastically different masses the same distance from the fulcrum of a seesaw, the result was obvious. The greater mass would fall while the smaller would rise.

But, what if you shifted the positions of these masses. What if you placed the lighter mass further away to the fulcrum and the heavier mass closer? Wouldn't the lighter mass gain a better ability to balance the seesaw?

This concept was simple in Dyon's mortal realm. One would learn it in some of your very first physics classes…

The greater leverage one has, the less effort is needed to perform the same task.

Eve was able to manipulate these laws, forcefully taking control of this Law of Balance for herself and making use of it. This was why her fists were so extraordinary to Dyon.

It seemed that Amethyst also had some comprehensions of the Law of Balance. After all, she had been the very first child born of an Ice and Fire Phoenix. These laws were engrained into her naturally, allowing her to create her violet flames with ease, or else she wouldn't have been born to begin with.

However, Madeleine hadn't come to comprehend this portion of her Faith Seed until Eve was taken in by Dyon. It seemed his decision back then had been quite a good one. The more strength his wives had, the more at ease he felt.

Of his wives, Madeleine's cultivation speed only lost in comparison to Amphorae's. However, it was blazing fast in comparison to other people. Currently, she was already on the verge of becoming a 3rd Stage Dao Realm expert.

This so-called Spear Queen… She was still lacking in comparison to his wife. If Madeleine went all out, her only path would be death despite the fact she was a 3rd Stage Dao Formation Realm expert herself.

The Spear Queen was stunned by this reality, but she could only pull her spear back and pierce again.

A flurry of attacks was unleashed with a speed that blinded the eye. There was no question that the Spear Queen was giving her everything.

Madeleine calmly met these attacks.

Sometimes, she would meet them high, deflecting them downward at their weakness. Sometimes she would meet them low, deflecting them upward.

The Spear Queen's steps began erratic, losing their rhythm. Every one of her attacks seemed to fall to the side harmlessly. It felt that no matter how much power she put in, her opponent would perfectly match it. It almost felt as though she was fighting nothing but herself…

"My husband isn't someone you can casually challenge." Madeleine said with a light smile. "If you cannot even match me, you are certainly no match for him."

Madeleine's folded fan suddenly opened.

It blazed with a violet flame, alternating for scorching cold with blazing heat.

With a flick of her wrist, a violet scythe pierced through the air, cleaving through the Spear Queen's defenses with absolute ease and landing on her ample chest.

It felt for a moment that she had been hit in the gut with a truck. Her eyes popped outward as her lips uncontrollably spewed blood and saliva.

Even as she flew through the streets, crashing into the ground continuously, she realized that her opponent had shown mercy. Had she not… The left side of her body would no longer be connected to the right.

Dyon casually glanced at the Spear Queen's body arching through the air.

'Hm… pink… unexpected choice…'

Suddenly, he felt a jab to his side, only to find not just one, but four pairs of eyes glaring at him.

Dyon coughed. "It's not my fault, who made such flimsy undergarments."

Dyon knew well he wasn't going to win this one. The Spear Queen's under wear were definitely top quality. It was just that who could create something that could obscure Immortal Sense on the Mortal Plane?

"A-hmph." Dyon cleared his throat. "It seems our leisurely days are over."

"Did you even have a plan when you came here?" Ri asked.

"Of course I had a plan." Dyon said defensively. "To wreak havoc, is that not enough of a plan?"

Ri and Clara rolled their eyes. Dyon really was too much sometimes.

Even if he had full confidence in Luna, was it really such a good idea to turn the ire of the Sprite Alliance toward her?

But in the end, they understood. Since they dared to act against Luna those near three decades ago, it meant they had already been prepared for a falling out. Dyon had already planned on not letting any of them go.

Plus, an internal war was something the Sprite Alliance would never allow to happen now. Even if their Alliance splintered, it couldn't be allowed to fall apart.

"Fine, fine. Let's go do something productive." Dyon nodded his head toward the Spear Queen. "Take her with us."

Clara's ruby eyes flashed with gold as a defensive array platform lifted the Spear Queen's unconscious body up.

"Innate aurora!"

The murmurings of the crowd grew more feverish. In just a few moments, they saw one of their best geniuses defeated with ease by one woman, then the appearance of an incredibly rare soul constitution by a second.

If just two were this talented, what about the third and the fourth. More importantly, just who was the man they all called husband?

Clara faltered slightly before continuing her nonchalant actions. She had almost forgotten that having an Innate Aurora was an incredibly rare trait. You could probably count the number of geniuses who had one on just a few hands in the outer powers.