Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

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Dyon and Ri burst into a fit of laughter that descended into a deep kiss. Who knows when Ri turned around and planted her soft lips on his? At least Dyon didn't have the mind to care.

Dyon's hands couldn't help but firmly grasp her pert bottom, wantonly kneading them in his hands as though he wanted to forever soak the feeling into his palms.

Ri's small tongue invaded his lips, falling into his embrace and allowing him to do as he pleased.

Suddenly, a spatial rift opened right beside the couple. But, despite the situation, they didn't seem surprised.

The culprit didn't even speak any words, just directly pouncing on Dyon from the side.

Dyon chuckled, wrapping his arm around culprit's waist as well. Except unlike as he had done for Ri, he pinched her bottom firmly, following with a smack that resounded through the air and made the beauty shiver with pain and excitement. Dyon couldn't help but relish in the rebounding elasticity.

Luna's repressed sex drive had surged to ridiculous heights in the last few decades. In the first few years after Dyon accepted her, she remained reserved, doing her best to ingratiate herself with Madeleine, Ri, Clara and Amphorae.

However, after she finally succeeded in making them a harmonious family and allowed Dyon to bed her, all of the emotions she had repressed for so long game gushing forth. Just like that, the masochistic sex-fiend Luna was back.

Though she didn't do it every time, it wasn't rare for her to sense when Dyon and one of his other wives were about to get… intimate. If she was free at the time, she wouldn't hesitate to join in. So, it was only right that Dyon and Ri weren't surprised.

Dyon's hands lifted up the edges of Luna's dress, sliding his fingers down her panty covered nether regions.

However, Luna seemed more interested in Ri's body despite the fact her breathing quickened. Even as Dyon's lips assaulted Ri once more, Luna's evil slender fingers crept up Ri's gown and toward her treasured place. Dyon knew immediately that Luna had slipped in the moment a gasp-like moan escaped Ri between panting breaths.

Ri's small hands ran over Dyon's crotch, reveling in the intense heat as the threesome fell into the throes of passion.

It became quite a heated night, indeed.

**

On this day, the Mortal Plane trembled under a great might.

One might think that the so-called descent of the Ancient Battlefield was nothing more than figure of speech. It couldn't be that a land that large would truly descend from the skies, right? However, the reality was far out of the expectations of those who hadn't lived long enough to see the last descent. Maybe the only one on the whole of the mortal plane not surprised was Luna Sacharro.

The skies shook and quaked and space shattered.

In the next moment, the skies darkened. A shadow the likes of which stretched over the whole of the mortal plane blanketed countless universes in a sea of darkness.

Despite being enclosed by a barrier of time and space created by the Jafari Clan Treasure, the Mortal Empire wasn't spared this reality. Just like everyone else, a shadow loomed over them all. However, unlike the fear much of the rest of the mortal plane experienced, the citizens of the Mortal Empire looked up with eyes blazing with fighting intent.

It was impossible to say that some of them didn't have fears or apprehensions. However, this didn't dull their fighting spirit.

Whenever they felt themselves wavering, the looked up into the skies to see a singular young man standing amidst the trembling skies, his back as straight as a javelin and his lips curled into a disdainful sneer.

"Calm yourself in my presence."

His words were soft, yet they somehow reached the ears of them all.

Just like this, the trembling ceased. Space calmed itself and the fabric of reality that seemed ready to sheer apart at any moment were forcefully stabilized.

Dyon smiled lightly, feeling the hearts of his people fall into a calm ease.

What he had done just now was simply a parlor trick. Using Hell's Right Eye, he stretched the space between the descent of the battlefield and his people by thousands of times. The trembling was still occurring, it was just that they couldn't hear it. It was impossible for Dyon, even with his current strength, to stop its descent.

However, despite it just being a small trick, its impact was massive. What did they have to fear if their Emperor could tell the Heavens to simmer down?

Soon, the trembling across the mortal plane came to an end. In the skies, a massive void of black lay, not unlike what one might think a black hole might appear as.

There was no start, nor no end to it. It simply existed, blocking out all light as though to be a constant reminder of the battlefield's presence.

In a flash, swirling portals began to appear above every planet in existence. This was no doubt that entrance toward the first phase. However, oddly enough, Dyon seemed to be the only one primed to enter. Had he not prepared?

Those who weren't in the loop wouldn't understand, but the upper echelon of the Mortal Empire were well aware of Dyon's goals and plans. They didn't blink an eye as Dyon entered alone, his shoulders holding the hopes of and dreams of an entire Empire.

All across the Mortal Plane, similar occurrences were happening. But in the Mortal Empire, despite the numerous portals that appeared, Dyon was the only one to take a step forward.

A single Empire, in complete unity, without even a single soul acting for their own interests… When in the history of the world had such a thing ever occurred?

Dyon might have been arrogant, but there were few things he truly boasted about. But, if there was one that made him smile an unrestrained smile, it was this very truth seen today.