Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

"Take it however you will." Dyon shrugged. He was genuinely complimenting Sokzac, but it seemed that his fiancée didn't want it. "Are you going to keep your word and hand over the key? Or am I going to have to forcibly take it?"

Dyon would be lying if he said his heart didn't itch when he saw this ragtag bunch of kids. Other than Lilith who was 20 and Sokzac who was 23, most others aside from Asyna were 16 years old or younger. He knew that they were relying heavily of Lilith being the key wielder to forge a path to their future, but Dyon also knew he couldn't be soft hearted here.

RolRol bit her small lips, wanting to say something, but knowing that it was useless. What a joke. They had tried to kill him just a few months earlier simply because they thought his name was Jafari, but now they wanted to ask for leniency? Even the broadest minded and soft-hearted person wouldn't allow such nonsense.

"Stop bullying our big sister!" Two little boys that couldn't have been more than 13 years old grasps at their elder sister's long dress, half hiding behind her, while also raining down adorable curses at Dyon.

However, considering the two of them were standing in the air, the mouths of the surrounding celestials couldn't help but twitch. 13-year-old essence gatherers? Since when had cultivation become so cheap?

"Hush." Lilith lightly pushed them back, her expression never flickering. "If you want to take my key without a fight, I have two conditions. The first is that me and my people will continue to be under the 98th quadrant banner. Secondly, I want you to heal my soul.

"If you can't agree to these two conditions, then we will fight it out right here and right now."

Dyon was silent for a long time. Even Sokzac who had been struggling to stand in the distance had made his way back to stand beside Lilith before he responded.

"I won't agree to the first condition." Dyon suddenly spoke, causing Lilith's frown to deepen. "It's not a matter of you, but rather the people behind you."

Dyon's gaze shifted to Asyna before going back to Lilith. "The people you call elder are untrustworthy individuals. Not only that, but they're scheming and disgusting. I won't allow that sort of cancer to fester here. I'm sure that there are many sects that would take in a talent of your level, you do not need this quadrant."

Asyna's fists tightened as she stared at Dyon resentfully. "My people did nothing wrong!"

"You have your story, and I have mine." Dyon said coolly. "However, I can help you with your second condition. That said, you have no right to question the method I use."

**

Three days later, many of the matters had been settled. Dyon had seen to the signing of the contracts personally, deciding on the much more stringent soul contract now that he once more had access to his soul.

When the celestials saw Dyon continuously biting off pieces of his soul to sign hundreds of contracts, they couldn't help but pale in fright. How formidable did one have to be to sign so many soul contracts continuously?

In the end, their fear toward Dyon only deepened, causing them to run back to their quadrants at the fastest speed possible.

As for Violet, Dyon returned her to the former Master, Marco. Dyon coldly placed a seal on her womb, even more vicious than the one he placed on Ulu. Except, this time, he had no intention of ever removing. He couldn't see himself ever forgiving Violet.

After knowing what Dyon did to his daughter, Marco seemingly aged hundreds of years in an instant. But, there was nothing he could do. Dyon was far more powerful than he was, and his daughter was in fact in the wrong. He could only swallow the insult and avoid Dyon's gaze.

Aldo, who was still heavily injured, seemed to have his arm permanently crippled. With only his bone remaining on his right arm, there was little hope to heal it, especially considering he had already broken into the celestial realm.

Although Dyon had the means to heal him, he did no such thing. Even if he knew Aldo's story, he wouldn't have any remorse about the matter. The same way he didn't forgive the Holy Princess. If someone tried to kill him, he wouldn't let it slide so easily.

Then there were the matters of Soul Market. With everything concluded, Dyon directly killed all those involved. He was forced to let those participating quadrants go, but he wouldn't let the others go.

Of course, some people might remember Dima, who was left in Dyon's cage. In order to not be discovered earlier than necessary, the twins kept his cage off to the side, stating that it was Dyon within it and he had to be specially handled. This allowed their plans to fly under the radar until it was complete.

When Dyon returned to Soul Market, he actually found the twins hiding away because some of the elders had been told to retrieve them. Luckily Dyon arrived in time to save them.

Due to his soul being unlocked, their bewitching effect had no impact on him any longer. Although he didn't show it, he could very clearly see their skin disorder spreading.

When Dyon swept his divine sense over them, his heart couldn't help but tremble. It was only then that he realized that not only was their skin rotting, but an entire half of their bodies!

Dyon couldn't comprehend how they were still alive. An entire half of their hearts was infested with rotted black flesh, oozing with puss and riddled with open wounds. It was as though they were two living zombies.

In the end, Dyon could only sigh. Not only did he have no idea what was wrong with them, his master had no idea either. It was such a shame to see two girls who should have been two beauties ruined like this.

By Dyon's estimation, they would barely live ten more years considering the erosion rate of their life force. He could only help them live out the rest of their time in relative comfort. Although he didn't have much of an emotional connection with these two girls, he still felt that it was too much of a pity. After all, they were only 19 years old.

The only thing Dyon could do for them was place an appearance changing array over their features. With his soul strength and array alchemy level, unless it was a dao formation expert, or a celestial with high attainments in array alchemy, they wouldn't be able to see through their disguise.

After looking at themselves in the mirror, the two sisters burst into tears, shivering in each other's arms.

"I can't do much for the two of you," Dyon whispered. "But, you'll at least be free from now on."

"Big brother," Bella looked up at Dyon with her teary blue eyes, "We're not strong enough to do this on our own, so we can only ask you."

Seeing the two girls' biting their delicate lips, Dyon sent them a questioning gaze.

"Our entire lives… We've never left The Cathedral… Is it possible?... We were wondering if…"

Mia shook her head, stopping her little sister. Although they were twins, she had always been the more mature of the two. For a hero like Dyon to drag around two weak essence gatherers… It was asking for too much.

Dyon's heart softened. He knew it was far too dangerous to take them with him, but how much of a hypocrite would he sound like if he used this as a reason? They were two little girls, walking toward the end of their lives far too early. What did they care about danger?

Dyon nodded. "I'll take you with me then." He smiled lightly, kneeling down to pat the two of them on the head. "I'll show you the grandness of the world!"

The two girls broke into another fit of tears, burying their small heads into Dyon's chest.

**

Much later, Dyon sighed when he saw that the soul slaves still hadn't awoken. By his estimation, their bodies were too weak. Even after flushing the drugs that kept them sedated, their bodies were in shut-down mode.

Luckily, Dyon was slowly nourishing them. It wouldn't be more than another month or two before they woke up.

Since three days had passed, it was about time to open up the Mystical World. In actuality, Dyon could have done so already since he was new sect master, but he had to handle a few things first.

Now, all that was left to do was heal Lilith and see them off. Then, he'd be able to enter his master's homeland.