Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God Chapter 2329 Flutter

Abraxus froze in place, his frame bending forward while he gazed vacantly at Dyon's retreating back.

All of this defied logic...

Remember, Dyon had first seized Apollos right after the attack on Luna. During that moment, he'd relied on the Jafari Clan treasure...

That very Jafari Clan treasure happened to be an heirloom from Abraxus' own lineage. Yet, it held little value on the Immortal Plane, so Abraxus had abandoned it for his descendants prior to his ascension.

Delving this deeply revealed countless inconsistencies that defied reason. How could Dyon wield a treasure crafted by Abraxus in his mortal days to ensnare someone who could now overpower the ascended Abraxus...?!

Questions like these could drive anyone to madness. Still, Abraxus could merely observe as Dyon

strode farther away, showing no hint of offering any explanation.

In time, Dyon traversed the battlefield and returned to the Mortal Empire's side. His mind brimmed with concerns for Madeleine.

None of those events had been fabricated. Abraxus had indeed run Madeleine through, and her vital essence had genuinely faded. Despite his desperate wish for it all to be an illusion, the harsh reality stood firm.

Nevertheless, Madeleine remained an heiress of the phoenix clans at her core. The sole complication stemmed from her Sapientia blood essence meddling. Thus, a catalyst proved essential.

Fortuitously, Dyon possessed a backup scheme: Amethyst.

He hadn't invested all that effort in bolstering her strength for nothing. Now, that vexing woman would finally prove useful.

"Emperor!"

"Emperor!"

The spectacle appeared utterly bizarre. Dyon swept across the battlefield as if utterly indifferent to it. Meanwhile, the Titans fighting in his name roared out as he passed each one, halting their combats to bow their heads before resuming and claiming more Sapientia lives.

Dyon nodded distractedly in their direction, yet his mind clearly wandered far from the conflict.

At last, Dyon reached the area directly above Soul Rend Planet.

This sight was equally peculiar. The planet floated over the Ancient Battlefield terrain beneath. Strangely, the two didn't clash, as if suspended land over land posed no issue.

Dyon glanced back and nodded toward a specific spot. The figure he acknowledged was Kukan. Only she and Dyon understood that her efforts enabled the Ancient Battlefield to merge with the mortal plane this way. Naturally, without Dyon's aid, she could never have achieved it.

Dyon materialized among his wives. Shockingly, not a single one noticed him. They clustered around what resembled a lifeless body and a woman. The woman and the body both bore identical violet hair, and with the body's eyes shut, they likely shared matching violet eyes too.

Normally, Dyon would quip about his wives overlooking him in such a scenario. But now, he lacked the spirit for it,

since the body lying there was his wife... Madeleine.

The sole person responding to Dyon's arrival was the woman drawing all focus: Amethyst.

"You raised me like cattle?"

Amethyst's bond with Dyon had always been tense. Learning he intended to use her this way to resurrect his wife—and sensing so much unfolding under her control—prompted a furious glare from her toward Dyon.

Yet... Dyon currently had no tolerance for such antics. This concerned his wife's fate.

His face grew stormy in response to her remark. However, as merely a soul body now, surrounded by drifting golden lights,

his aura intensified several fold beyond normal.

"This isn't the moment for you to anger me, woman."

Dyon's tone chilled. He never went easy on women. Given the circumstances, he lacked patience for mind games.

"Husband, are you bullying Little Sister Amethyst again?"

Then came a familiar voice paired with a light giggle. Dyon's wives turned to see Saru and Lilith soaring from the Ancient Battlefield's depths atop Little Gold.

They had previously shielded Amethyst from Dyon's wrath once, and it looked like they might need to again. However, the stakes felt gravely serious this time. Dyon might truly slay

Amethyst without hesitation now. They intervened only to diffuse the strain slightly.

"Believe me when I say I can extract your blood essence without permission. Either comply and survive, or refuse and perish. Regardless, I obtain what I need. Don't push my limits."

Amethyst shuddered violently beneath Dyon's stare and threat. Yet, she dared not harbor even a trace of rage. She sensed that neither Saru nor Lilith could halt Dyon from ending her now.

Clenching her teeth, Amethyst drove two fingers into her own heart. Agonizing pain wracked her, but under Dyon's watch, she pressed on.

Soon after, she yanked fiercely, drawing forth a trail of bizarre fluid trailing her fingers.

At times, the fluid resembled flames; at others, a liquid. It shifted ceaselessly between forms. Clearly, Amethyst paled more with every second. Meanwhile, as the fiery liquid stream entered Madeleine's form, her chest wound sealed, and color faintly returned to her.

Moments later, Dyon reached toward Madeleine's body. Blood sprite enveloped his hands, pulling a golden liquid strand from his wife.

He regarded the blood with contempt before incinerating it to oblivion.

"That's enough."

Dyon ignored the ashen Amethyst, flicking a pill her way.

He lifted Madeleine's body. Even then, no vital force had returned to her.

A sharp ache struck Dyon's heart seeing his wife like this. In truth, though he'd suspected his master, he refused to accept it. Had he not clung to foolish loyalty, this tragedy would never have occurred.

Drawing a steadying breath, he steadied his feelings.

"Follow me. I'll bring you all somewhere."

Dyon's wives and daughter assented. The turn of events still felt dreamlike. One instant, death loomed for them all; the next, Dyon had upended it as usual.

As they trailed Dyon to an undisclosed spot, Alauna—who'd been sulking and 'snubbing' her father—couldn't hold back any longer.

"Dad, how did you pull it off?"

"Oh, speaking to me now?" Dyon teased lightly.

Unlike with Amethyst, he'd indulge his little girl endlessly. She could be as capricious as she wished without drawing his ire. Thus, he merely ribbed her for the cold shoulder.

Alauna puffed her cheeks, itching to swat Dyon yet unable to make contact.

"Just explain—where did this army spring from?" she demanded, irritation bubbling.

Dyon laughed softly. "Knowing the Sapientia existed, how could I skip preparations? My multiple lives served not only to reunite with you all... but also to rewind time and establish this foundation visible now, all hidden from Abraxus. Its vast scale blinded everyone to it.

"They dismissed me as a lunatic fixated on reclaiming his family."

"You foresaw his betrayal?"

"Aiya, endless queries. We've arrived."

Alauna sensed Dyon's reluctance to dwell on it from his demeanor. Perhaps he hadn't anticipated his master's treachery and merely prepared a safeguard he hoped to avoid...

"Here?"

Alauna peered downward, puzzled.

This was Earth, though shattered. Evidently, after Aritzia escaped, she'd ravaged the planet. Yet, no souls lingered there anyway.

"Not the planet itself... The Epistemic Tower."

Alauna and Dyon's wives felt their sights warp. Suddenly, a new realm enveloped them...

...

Atop the Epistemic Tower's highest level, a long-silent chamber stirred awake.

Precisely 119 statues filled that space.

One side held 117: 108 males and 9 females.

The opposite side bore just 2: one male, one female.

Then, the male statue quaked fiercely, while the female statue—previously etched with sorrow—brightened instantly, brimming with delight.

Soon, the room fell still once more, as if undisturbed... Yet... All 119 awaited expectantly...

...

This matched the illusion Dyon had glimpsed at the second trial's close. Now, he grasped their true nature.

The 108 males... Each embodied a facet of himself across 108 lifetimes.

The lone male and female pair? His parents. A smile tugged at him beholding their visages. Reunion loomed near.

As for the nine women... Who else?

Madeleine. Alexandria. Clara. Amphorae. Luna. Saru. Lilith. Jade. And... his precious daughter, Alauna.

Regarding his purported ninth wife... Hadn't he wed his Madeleine—his first love—twice already? This marked the third... and ultimate union.

The instant they stepped inside, Madeleine's statue radiated light, channeling it into her body. Then... her eyelids trembled.