Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God Chapter 2330 End (1)

Only when Dyon noticed Madeleine's eyes fluttering open and sensed her arms clinging tightly around him did a wave of relief finally wash over him. It seemed as if the heavy load he'd shouldered in solitude for endless ages had vanished from his back, leaving his form feather-light like never before.

At last, Dyon truly had no alternative but to lay it all out.

"Fine, fine. For you all, I really will make an exception." Dyon smiled softly.

It had been ages since such a sincere smile graced his lips. Perhaps he hadn't smiled like this since Madeleine's passing in his previous life. One could say true liberation only came to him now.

"In my first life… it could be said that my world was shrouded in darkness."

Dyon's wives and daughter gathered close around him.

Each held a unique part of his soul and shared distinct journeys with him. Yet, this marked the first occasion they'd hear the full story.

"My parents were mere Saints. During that time, such cultivation was laughably feeble. I wasn't destined for greatness."

Dyon offered a faint smile. He entered the world amid the clashes of the Primordial and Golden Eras. Qi flowed so richly then that even Higher Dao Formation Realm masters counted as youth. Clearly, his origins were dismal.

"Father and mother barely managed to conceive me toward the twilight of their years. Even Saints struggled to bear offspring. They were utterly unfortunate—having me so late and birthing a child like me."

Dyon sighed. "You all know it well by now. I came into being as evil's embodiment, little unlike Jasmine from the Water Mist Sect. Truth be told, I surpassed her in darkness. Without my parents' profound influence, I'd have turned into a devil's spawn ages ago.

"Yet… they grew frail with age. I lacked the strength to propel them into the celestial realm, forced to witness their natural passing.

"To unleash my rage, I forged enemies across countless realms. The virtues my parents embedded clashed with my innate savagery, fracturing my spirit into dual paths. One urged me to honor them. The other craved slaughter and gore.

"Countless moments nearly dragged me wholly into those bloodthirsty urges… had Madeleine not appeared."

Dyon couldn't suppress another smile, those recollections flooding back.

"I recall that day vividly. Truthfully, she left a poor mark on me. I saw her as a haughty wench swollen with self-importance."

"Pft…!"

Alauna failed to keep her composure stern.

Her father scorning someone for arrogance? When did his double standards cease?

Dyon thumped his chest in mock outrage as his dearest ones chuckled at him.

"You all fail to grasp it. She sailed in a dazzling white flying ship, emanating golden-white radiance nonstop. Her followers bore titles like Holy Princesses, Queens, and Empresses; she dubbed herself Holy Goddess. Utterly showy!"

Madeleine let out a soft giggle, resting her cheek on Dyon's lap. Evidently, those times held sweet nostalgia for her too.

Ri grinned. She recalled Aki's blinding strike, healed by a fragment of that ship. Who'd imagine Dyon decrying it as gaudy now? Fate twisted in enigmatic patterns.

"… Thus, I resolved instantly to claim this woman. I yearned to witness her arrogance crumble once I had her beneath me!"

Laughter echoed among the women. Dyon's affection for Madeleine shone through his tone, yet no jealousy stirred.

Indeed, hearing him out, they grasped that without Madeleine, their beloved husband wouldn't exist as they knew him. In countless respects, absent her, they might never have encountered a man worth their very lives…

"… Ultimately, Madeleine offered her life for mine. Her union with the mortal plane's Heavens wasn't tied to that climactic clash. She sought merely to preserve past-life memories. Upon rebirth and sufficient power, recollection was assured.

"But she understood my temperament. Retaining awareness of her sacrifice would've plunged me into abyss long ago. Thus… my memories vanished."

Tears welled in the women's eyes as Dyon hit this juncture, though he'd scarcely begun. He pondered how they'd endure to the finish.

"Upon reaching the Immortal Plane, purpose eluded me. A vague drive compelled endless growth, domination, conquest. By nature, I was forged to raze all, yet I channeled that killing intent into rivalry and an unquenchable thirst for supremacy…"

Dyon unveiled vast swaths of his existence. Some segments his wives knew from shared paths, most remained veiled…

In time, Dyon confronted Abraxus' tale. Reluctant, he deemed it essential for closure.

"… I didn't seek Abraxus; he sought me. By now, its reason glares obvious, though my folly delayed realization.

"Likely he detected my essence as evil incarnate, deeming me pivotal to his schemes. He relished my torment through your repeated demises, perhaps even scheming from shadows to ensure them."

Dyon's gaze reddened at the notion.

He couldn't fathom overlooking it sooner. His wives, pinnacles of Immortal Plane genius, spanned mere slivers of his lifespan.

Dyon hadn't dwelled on it. Ancestor-tier longevity across eons was rarity incarnate; generations passed without one. Nothing amiss in their Dao Hearts faltering for extended spans…

Yet deeper reflection unveiled layers of intricacy. Nor was that all…

His master initially spurned Aritzia's discipleship. Only post her Sapientia return did acceptance follow, citing a Dao Heart shift. But what if insight into her roots came then?

Abraxus might have leveraged Aritzia to infiltrate the Sapientia…

Only Ri and Madeleine's hands clasping his eased Dyon's turmoil. In this form, he dictated contact.

"Regrettably, I pierced not the deception. I never pegged him foe. Schemes brewed solely upon sensing a shadowy force meddling universally. As power swelled, conviction grew: one hand, one mastermind…

"This unveiled the Sapientia. Long I viewed them ultimate adversaries, plotting accordingly. Yet… reincarnation's dawn brought my disciples' slaughter…

"I knew not the culprit, save one privy to my discipleship."

Dyon's tone grew mournful.

"Truthfully, Abraxus' Cycles of Reincarnation is flawed, imperfect. His blindness stems thence… A single trial yielded partial triumph at grievous cost. Likely, therein lies his endurance's secret.

"Yet soul quintessence let me refine it, merging with Heavens unimaginably.

"Irony abounds. I rail against Heavens, yet they fuel my might. In essence, hatred proves futile…"

Dyon sighed once more. Weariness of ages settled upon him.

In his 109th life, Death's clash birthed this wisdom. Life's deepest loathings oft ignore us, realms beyond grasp, resentment wasted…

Wisest path: wield dealt hands deftly. Dyon ached to crush master and third sister personally, yet destiny forbade. He leaned on endowments.

Through 109 lives, 109 lessons etched deep. Depress or delight? Contentment reigned now.

"… Lifetimes forged those outer armies. Secrecy demanded ingenuity, birthing Titan Diamond Body constitution and Ancient Battlefield."

Dyon's family gaped, stunned. If so, humanity's Chaotic Era surge against beasts owed to him?

Timeline loops induced migraines. Causality defied grasp.

"Ancient Battlefield nurtured my forces hidden eons. As Sapientia withered amid thinning qi, my legions thrived in Chaotic Era's brutal climes, amplifying strength manifold.

"Still, assurance faltered, demanding backups. Fortune smiled: Apollos emerged betwixt my 7th and 12th lives…"

"That's right…" Jade ventured curiously. "… How did you tame one besting Abraxus, doubting your own prowess against him?"

"You sense it already…" Dyon replied calmly. "… Merging Ancient Battlefield with mortal plane restored Heavens' suppression, presumed vanished.

"Insufficient alone. Core flaw: Battlefield's Immortal Plane link granted Apollos vastly amplified might versus our clash."