Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

"The second reason I've told you this now is because I need your help." Dyon said softly.

"Anything." Lilith responded immediately.

"First…" Dyon waved his arm. A moment later, there weren't just two in the skies without a care for the Embryonic Infernal Beasts battling to the death around them, but three.

Lilith blinked. "Saru?"

Suddenly, a bit of understanding flashed in Lilith's dark black eyes as she took a step back from Dyon's embrace. The look in Saru's eyes when she looked toward Dyon was the very same look she imagined she had…

"I will have to rely on the two of you. Soon, a certain series of events will occur that will spiral the Mortal Plane into chaos, however my main body will not be here when this happens… Whether my main body wants to or not, the catalyst for these events will uncontrollably send him to the Immortal Plane. When this happens, the three of us must be with him."

Dyon grabbed Saru and Lilith's small, soft hands into his own. Saru's delicate brown skin, Lilith boneless fair skin… They felt so good in his hands. Memories of a time long passed uncontrollably sped through his mind.

"As for this Mortal Plane… We will have to entrust it with the others of our Sacharro Clan and pray that they hold on until we return."

Saru and Lilith couldn't help but feel a keen pressure from Dyon's words. Though they were willing to help, there was much about this situation that even Saru didn't understand.

One had to understand that Saru's inkling of understanding came from the Heart Sutra she practices. With it, there were certain links she could see between herself and Dyon that were inexplicable by normal means. As a result, she made certain deductions for herself, but even still, these deductions were not the whole truth.

However, judging by Dyon's current demeanor, he had no real intention of explaining things fully.

"Saru, your Divine Elephant blood is very sparse in this life. We have to spend the time from now until the descent of the Ancient Battlefield purifying it. Only if it's refined to its true peak will you be able to resist the suppression of the Immortal Plane."

"My Divine Elephant bloodline? What do you need me to do… The Shruti Clan has put a lot of effort and research into finding methods to purify it, but haven't found much success…"

Dyon smiled. "With me here, you don't need to worry much about this. We'll use your Indra Faith Seed and a catalyst and sacrifice. We'll then reform your body to the standards of your true pinnacle."

"Sacrifice?" Saru's charming blue eyes lit with curiosity.

Maybe others would fiercely reject the idea of giving up something as powerful as a Faith Seed, but Saru had unconditionally trusted Dyon for a long time already.

Dyon snorted slightly. "Indra is a mere disciple of yours. He would be happy beyond words if he knew his Faith Seed aided you in reclaiming your true strength.

"Faith Seeds are actually just the mortal remnants of those who failed to perfect their mortal bodies. The true powerhouses throughout history did not leave Faith Seeds behind, and as such, their wills were not passed on through the cycle of reincarnation.

"The irony of all of this is that those we call heroes or gods and worship on the Mortal Plane are actually the inferior and lacking. Those true powerhouses ascended with their Faith Seeds, utilizing their mortal bodies and evolving them to withstand the pressures of the Immortal Plane.

"Experts like Abraxus are unheard of on the Mortal Plane not because they are weak, but because they are strong!

"You, my Little Saru, and you, my Lilith, are both experts of this caliber. Unfortunately…"

Dyon's visage darkened, recalling something that he didn't want to.

Saru and Lilith looked at each other, not knowing how to respond. They could see the pain in Dyon's eyes, but they didn't know how to comfort him either.

Dyon shook his head and sighed. He had gone through all of this to have them by his side once more… Since they were now here, what was the point of feeling the sadness of the past?

With a new outlook he smiled and turned his attention toward Lilith.

"Lilith, your path with be much more difficult than Saru's."

"Why?" Lilith asked curiously.

"You do not have a special constitution or a special bloodline. All your life, you've always only had your sword. This is what makes your accomplishments so impressive."

Lilith blushed. She didn't know why she had suddenly gone back to being a little girl, but she didn't mind the feeling either. Being praised by Dyon made her feel good.

"As much as I would love for you to follow this path once more and trust in your sword, it will take too much time. And, as things stand now, we barely have 80 years left.

"Currently, your sword dao has stalled at the 4th realm, correct?"

Lilith's happiness faded. Her sword dao which had always seemed to progress without bottlenecks had indeed stalled recently.

But, just as she was feeling down, she felt a warm hand on her head.

"There's no need to feel down, it's my fault that this has happened. How can you focus on your carefree Immortal Path if this husband of yours is always making your life a living hell?"

Lilith blinked and found this to be true. But, she no longer had the heart to blame Dyon.

"From now on, you no longer have anything to worry about. Nightmare Palace? Your future? The future of those you love? Allow me to shoulder them all."

Lilith smiled, after the events of today, she really did feel free. Somehow, knowing Dyon really did love her and lifted all the burdens she felt. Even the matters of Nightmare Palace no longer concerned her. In her opinion, the Devil Quadrants falling into her husband's hands was to their benefit.

Why would she worry about it?