Dyon awoke.

Interestingly enough, his soul finally gave off the fluctuations of the immortal realm. It was unbelievably stifling. It was obvious that even an Immortal God would have trouble stopping the trembling of their knees before him.

Of course, after burning away his soul’s strength to truly break free of Heaven’s shackles, he wasn’t a match for an Immortal God in an upfront battle. However, there was an aura to him that seemed to surpass Presence, an aura that would make it hard even for someone objectively more powerful than him to lift a single finger.

Not only had Dyon’s soul broken into the immortal realm, it had directly entered the peak venerable realm. Not only that, but mental energy was no longer a bottleneck to him. As a result, he could use his current abilities as a Spiritual Sage with impunity.

Dyon could have spent more time checking out the changes to his strength, but he stood instead, the two flames that had been coursing around him slowly receding. This wasn’t because he felt he was working on borrowed time, but rather because there was something even more important to him.

He walked toward Saru and Lilith who were still in a daze. Their expressions kept flickering between familiarity and confusion, as though they were looking at a stranger. They had hardly reacted before Dyon suddenly embraced the two of them, wrapping his arms around their slender waists.

He was so large in comparison that he completely enveloped them both, a soft sigh leaving his lips as he breathed in their familiar delicate fragrances.

Saru and Lilith felt frozen in the moment. In the last several decades, though they had teased Dyon many times, the amount of reciprocation they received was miniscule. This could almost be considered the first time he made any sort of romantic advances toward them.

“I’m sorry.”

Dyon’s voice entered their ears as his grip on them tightened.

After regaining his memories, how could he not feel guilt?

If he was being the most honest with himself, he didn’t love all of his wives equally. This was just a fairy tale dishonest people told to make themselves feel better. The position Madeleine held in his heart, his first wife, the first woman he had ever loved, was simply a level beyond. Had she not erased most of his memories of her before he transcended, he likely would have never fallen for a second woman.

This was the brutal truth, this was the reality.

Dyon understood why Madeleine had needed to do that. If he remembered her too clearly, his descent into madness would have only been quickened. The fact he had lost his wife due to the machinations of the Heavens would have driven him insane.

There was a reason why Dyon, despite having met Clara first in his life, didn’t open up his heart until he met Madeleine. She was the woman most suited to be his wife, the woman most suited to be his Empress, to sit atop the world with him.

However, even with this being the case, fate likes to play tricks on people. Due to Madeleine’s actions, Dyon tried to fill his heart with others. And, though their place in his heart wasn’t as grand, there was a place nonetheless.

Saru and Lilith were his wives. They were his wives, yet he always tried to keep a distance from them. It was already hard enough for them to make a decision to share him without him making things even more difficult than they needed to be.

The two women couldn’t help but tremble beneath Dyon’s touch.

After a while, Dyon pulled back, smiling gently as he tapped each of their foreheads once with a finger.

A blank look appeared on their faces for a moment before their gazes slowly cleared. At first, they looked around in confusion before their irises began to glow brightly.

“Husband!”

The two spoke in unison and leapt into Dyon’s arms, a flood of repressed memories coming back to them. They sobbed like two pitiful children. Dyon couldn’t help but smile.

Saru and Lilith had known more than the previous Dyon had about their situation, but ‘more’ was about all. Even they hadn’t grasped the full scope of everything. Though they had known their husband was powerful, they hadn’t known that he was this powerful. It was only now that they retrieved their memories thanks to Dyon’s help that they realized just what all those vague hints really meant.

In reality, Dyon himself was the only one truly in the dark about everything. All of his wives had an inkling of something in one way or another. But, they also subconsciously felt that they shouldn’t say anything. Even those moments when Madeleine tried, like in the Golden Flame Mystical World, it was Little Yin and Yang who stopped her.

“Look at you two. You’re grand Immortal Gods with countless followers, sobbing like babies.”

Saru and Lilith tried to rein in their tears after hearing these words. But, Dyon’s next words made them set aside their rivalry and furiously pound on his chest as one.

“Plus, if you keep weeping like this, I’ll feel like a bad guy taking you two to bed. It’s been so long since I’ve tasted you, you want your husband to wait even longer? How could I bear that?”

Dyon laughed heartily as their small fists hit his chest, sweeping up each of their plump bottoms in a hand and carrying their blushing figures to their bed.