“The Ancient Battlefield’s descent this time is so early only because the pinnacle race failed to be born, causing the Heavens to give up on the Era and seek to start anew.

“The minority faction of the Sapientia likely wanted to stop this descent by rebirthing this race of people…

“Going to your father’s universe, raising up disciples, hoping that they would become key wielders. All of this was for the sake of finding the remains of that pinnacle race.

“I’m sure you understand what that means.” Luna said solemnly.

Alauna’s expression turned serious. “The crux of the Sapientia’s plan lies within the Ancient Battlefield and the minority faction knew that and wanted to stop it. Maybe the catalyst for dad’s failure in the past timeline was sparked long before he even got the chance to fight back…” .

Luna’s gaze became cold. “No matter what they’re planning, this time, we won’t allow them to succeed.”

**

“Seems it’s almost time…” Dyon mumbled to himself.

It had already been a year since the Deity Clan fell. What remained of their population was sent off to the mortal plane while their territory was taken over by Dyon’s armies. As for assimilating them into the army, Dyon wasn’t in a rush to do so. Honestly, his people were no longer at a stage in development where their strength was weak in comparison to others. In Dyon’s opinion, the talent of his people had already reached the peak of what the mortal plane was capable of birthing.

At the same time though, the majority of the Deity Race was actually quite grateful to him despite what led their being under his charge. After all, it was his actions that allowed them to break free of this prison. So, it wouldn’t be impossible to make use of them in the future.

Currently, Dyon sat on a bed of grass, facing a raging ocean tide.

It was an odd dichotomy, almost like a barrier splitting two worlds. On one side, the side of the dark waters, it was like the embodiment of death and destruction. But, on the other, there was lush grass, filled with peace and calm.

Of course, the Ancient Battlefield didn’t usually have such healthy grass. Much of it coarse earth. The ground was simply too hard for such weak plant life to grow. However, to Dyon, accomplishing this was as easy as waving a hand.

Dyon didn’t even seem to notice the raging waters before him as he feasted on what seemed like and endless supply of food.

All around him, his wives reclined with him. Having been so used to beautiful scenery for so long, they almost found the violent of the Ancient Battlefield waters to be therapeutic.

Ri giggled lightly. “Dyon, you eat nothing but Saru’s cooking these days. She’s an Overlord yet you’ve made her into your own personal cook, don’t you feel bad?”

Dyon paused his drinking of a large bowl of dragon marrow soup.

“… Nope.” He said with a shameless grin.

Over the past several decades, he had only missed a rare few days of eating. If a team of mortals had to cook at the volume he consumed, not even a thousand chefs would be enough.

Through his study of alchemy, Dyon had become more keenly aware of the secrets of his body, even more so that he had when he awakened his Immortal Sense. Though he had always loved to eat, there were many times he would go months without touching a scrap of food simply because he had thrust his mind into training and other stressful matters. .

However, Dyon came to understand that his own actions had actually limited the growth of his Titan Diamond Body. Though he could survive without food, it was detrimental to himself to do so. In fact, if it wasn’t because his qi density was so high and he had a near endless supply thanks to his inner world, he would have starved to death.

Having been stuck at the bottleneck to the Faith Silk Realm for so long already, Dyon’s food consumption could probably feed a nation. At the same time, he wondered if keeping his body satiated might help him tear down this final barrier.

There was another bottleneck Dyon was more worried about, though. And that was his soul…

He long since knew that after entering the immortal realms of soul cultivation, its path would diverge into two directions. One dealt with the senses, while the other concentrated on raw qi output and strength.

However, by his calculations, with his talent, he should have long since broken through in this second path. But for some reason, his soul refused to push past the peak star qi realm no matter what he tried. Even half immortal grade soul path pills didn’t work.

Having relied on his soul talent all his life, this reality made Dyon uncomfortable. Not less confident… just uncomfortable.

“If you won’t take her as a wife, then I will.” Ri said just as shamelessly. “I’ve always wanted one of them.”

Dyon nearly choked on his soup.

He seemed to remember that back when he took Ri and Madeleine to visit the mortal world during the World Tournament, Ri and Madeleine had kissed. Dyon couldn’t remember a time that ever happened again, but it seemed Luna was starting to influence his Ri in devilish ways. Still, he couldn’t seem to find the will to be mad about it.

Suddenly, a low boom reverberated through the amiable atmosphere.

Ri, Dyon, Amphorae and Clara all looked over to find that Madeleine’s clothing at burnt to ashes, her aura sky-rocketing several times over.

With a casual wave of his hand, Dyon erected a barrier around the 5 of them that stifled the aura’s ability to escape. In an instant, everything was sealed, not even the small ant could sneak out even if they wanted to.

Flames of violet danced along Madeleine’s flawless skin, a thin sheen of black sweat being burnt away even as they were produced.

Dyon understood what this was immediately. The last bit of Madeleine’s bodily immortal impurities were being cast away. After 6 years of eating pills refined of Ice Phoenix and Fire Phoenix blood, Madeleine had finally undone the last of her shackles and entered the two facet Overlord Realm using her comprehension and her body!

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