Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

Violet only sighed. Dyon was a wild one from the very beginning, there really was no controlling him. However, no one noticed the sly smile on her face as she turned back

'Let's see you dare to run away from me now. You forced me to see you naked, tainting my innocence. Now you've tainted it once again by forcing me to defend you. The fact you'll be punished is also a good thing, you'll learn that the best woman you can afford to be with in this life is me. You'll learn that you were lucky to not be killed this time around...'

In Violet's own world, she couldn't imagine a world where anyone who called themselves a man would dare to taint the innocence of a maiden twice, and still not take responsibility.

**

It wasn't long before Clara had dragged Dyon to the weapon's master tower, ignoring the odd gazes they received, and up to the top floor. Her prestige here was so great that none of them dared to stop her.

After reaching the third floor, Clara stepped onto a formation that brought them to the off-limits fourth floor, a place reserved for apprentices, then directly went to the sixth floor, a place reserved for Grandmasters.

As soon as Clara stepped onto that floor, those there sensed it. There were only three total individuals with the rights to come here, so it was obvious that one of them coming here was a rare occurrence. However, when the other two learned that it was Clara dragging along what looked like a slave with her, they ignored it. They had once pursued Clara as well, but she had sliced them apart with her words one too many times, so they could only let it be.

With that, Clara dragged Dyon into her personal forgery, slamming the doors shut and activating all of its arrays before glaring at Dyon.

"Boyfriend?"

Dyon coughed lightly, "I have no idea what she was talking about."

"You expect me to believe that women just go around claiming boyfriends because they feel like it? What did you do to her?"

"Nothing!" Dyon felt aggrieved. "I was taking a dip in a stream and she peeped on me, I'm innocent!"

"Hmph." Clara rolled her eyes. Of course, she could tell that Dyon wasn't lying, their souls were connected after all.

"Are you going to undo these, my beautiful wife? You can't do this to your husband."

Clara waved her hand, unlocking to the two restraints.

"See, isn't it better like this?" Dyon wrapped a strong arm around Clara's waist, pulling her in tightly. "These robes suit you."

Clara seemed to lose her strength, collapsing into Dyon's arms. "Did you find any clues about Soul Market?"

It was no surprise that Clara knew about Soul Market already, after all, Dyon spoke to his wives quite often with the use of her invention. The problem was that they were cut off from Madeleine now since the gates didn't have any reception towers for Clara to make use of.

"Not much," Dyon responded with a frown, "But, if I managed to resonate with a statue from the Valley of Geniuses, they might lose patience and forcibly take me away."

"They actually want to do something like that?" Clara's voice quivered with anger. "You can't use yourself for bait like that, it's too dangerous. For all we know, there are far more powerful individuals hidden within the Cathedral."

Dyon sighed. "I have no choice. I have a feeling that Soul Market will be closing down soon. If I don't save them before that happens, what do you think they'll do with ones they haven't used yet? It's no good."

"Fine. But if things start going badly, you need to run with the best of your abilities. It isn't you job to save everyone."

Lightly stroking Clara's cheek, Dyon bent slightly to kiss her cherry lips.

A slight and bone numbing moan escaped from Clara just as her small and soft tongue intertwined with Dyon's.

The husband and wife pair stood flush against each other, as though even a single centimeter of space was too much, completely losing themselves in pleasure.

It wasn't until Dyon snapped out of it, realizing there was no suitable place to take Clara right here and now that he calmed himself and pulled away, vowing that he'd take this little vixen another time.

"Come, show me how much your weapon's forging has improved." Dyon said with a slight teasing tone.

Clara snorted adorably. "You might have me beat in formations, but you've fallen behind me in alchemy and you'll never be my equal in weapon's forging. You can't just sit down and read your little books to understand weapon's forging."

Dyon laughed, but Clara was right. Dyon's comprehension abilities were so fierce that he could do what many only dreamed of. Simply by reading and inwardly comprehending, he could execute the things others needed years of practice to produce. However, this was an exceptionally difficult trend to continue with alchemy, and even more so for weapon's forging.

Simply put, if Dyon didn't practice, he would soon lose his ability to progress his secondary professions along with his soul strength.

"I'll show you the armor I created for the Demon Generals. They're still prototypes right now, but that's all I had time for. Creating 3000 sets of armor, especially in such high quality, in only 13 years... Clearly you were trying to kill me."

Although Clara said this, she had much less than 13 years. More than half of that time was spent in her trial worlds, while at least two were spent preparing the internet for mass usage. Dyon really had put too much pressure on his little wife.

But, at least now, the Demon Generals were well protected for their reveal to the world. Those Golden Crow Sect bastards would suffer a lot for sure.

Because of this, Dyon didn't hold back in showering his wife with praise, listening attentively as she walked him through all of her decisions and the difficulties she had faced. It was a refreshing time for the both of them.

"I just remembered something." Dyon suddenly said hours later. "I ran into a pair of twins that were truly too pitiful. I'm not entirely sure, but I think it might be a constitution sickness of some sort. While you were researching constitutions to pick your own, did you come across anything that might help them?"

Of course, Dyon was referring to Bella and Mia, the two sister nuns. If he could get them on his side, this whole Soul Market ordeal would go much smoother.

Clara frowned as she listened to Dyon's description of the twins. Even though she hadn't been there, she too couldn't help but feel pity.

Before she had begun to cultivate her soul, her looks were within the parameters of a mortal. Although she could be considered to be among the top percentage of female mortals, she still fell short when compared to Madeleine and Ri. It wasn't until after she stepped onto the path of cultivation and began to cleanse her impurities with the universe's energies that she managed to catch up to her two sister wives, and not until she awakened her constitutions that she firmly became their equal.

This was all to say that even a woman as unworried about the thoughts of others as Clara was deeply concerned over her appearance. Not for the sake of herself, or for the outside world, but she always wanted to look her best for Dyon, because she loved him. With this being true, how could she not feel pity for two women who had their appearances compromised like this?

Although the twins had use of their bewitching techniques, just how useful could such a thing be? They were only able to use it so easily in the 98th quadrant because everyone either had poor soul talent, or had crippled their soul talent.

What if they stepped into the outside world? Even if they became powerful enough, so powerful that their bewitching techniques worked on any and everyone, when the day came that they fell in love and chose the individual they would meld their souls with, no matter how powerful they were, they wouldn't be able to hide anything from that individual. The same way Clara could tell whether or not Dyon was telling the truth and see his true self, whoever their dao partners were would be able to do the same.

Of course, it was possible to have sex without taking this soul melding step. Only true partners for life would trust each other to take this final leap of faith together, it was for this very reason that Dyon called Clara, Ri, Madeleine and Amphorae his wives despite not having given them a ceremony or ring, why would they need such things if they had taken a step much more meaningful than that?

However, it was because this step was so important that anyone you chose not to take this step with couldn't be considered your true partner in life.

It was an inescapable of fate... They were truly too pitiful.