Maybe one day he would really push it too far and they would finally choose to leave his side. Such a possibility tore Dyon from the inside out. It was a pain even his powerful Dao Heart didn’t seem to be able to handle.

This was the reality. His resistance toward women like Lilith… Saru… Jade… never had anything to do with his own feelings. He felt that he had made it about himself enough.

If Dyon knew that there were only 9 of them, that these incomprehensible feelings would stop if he just brought them all to his side, then he wouldn’t feel like this. But looking at it from Dyon’s perspective, it almost felt like as long as the women reached a certain level of beauty, he was likely to fall for her.

Such a thought made him feel disgusted with himself. Since he had no idea what this number was, it had already become too many for him.

Now it was Saru and Lilith, and maybe one day he would fall to Jade as well. That already made 8. What if there were more after? When would it stop? 10? 20? 30? More? He was only nearing 300 years old with a lifetime millions of times that. Who knew how many he would run into that stirred his heart?

No matter how tolerant his wives were, how could they stand such a thing? How could he allow them to do so even if they were willing?

Suddenly, Dyon felt two soft touches wrap around him. He almost subconsciously hugged back, only to see that it was both Lilith and Saru who couldn’t hold back any longer. They nearly broke down into a pool of their own tears seeing Dyon in such a state.

“Nine. Just nine.” Lilith gripped Dyon and spoke between her sobs.

She knew that Dyon hated himself because he thought he was too fickle. But only she and Saru were aware that his wives were women he had met across the course of trillions of years. How many women could have been born in that time? How many world toppling beauties? Yet his heart was only touched nine times. In addition, it was only after each of them died and left him… It was they who should feel guilty for being too weak to stay by his side, not Dyon…

Dyon froze, suddenly remembering the time after he slaughtered centaurs. What had he said back then?

‘Nine times… nine times…’

Dyon couldn’t understand why, but his worry all but vanished, his grip around their waists tightening.

…

Dyon didn’t end up doing much with Saru or Lilith, he didn’t even so much as kiss them. Still, there was a subtle change in their relationship that left the two women feeling content.

There were certain things that couldn’t be changed with just a single conversation or moment. But it was enough for them to know that they were at the very least in his heart.

Dyon was surprised to see that cold, emotionless Lilith he had come to know was actually quite cheerful and carefree. A smile seemed to perpetually hang from her lips and her every motion held a certain ease that could only come from a free spirit. .𝒎

Considering the first time Dyon met Lilith, she had tried to kill him, it was no wonder such a thing was a surprise to him. He would never guess that her Immortal Dao path was contingent upon this very carefree nature.

Dyon could only sit there stunned when Lilith wrapped both her arms around his, leaning her head to his shoulder with a bright smile that could topple cities.

On his other side, Saru shyly gripped his hand. It was as though she didn’t want to lose out, but didn’t have Lilith’s forthcoming personality. If it wasn’t for him actively enveloping her small hand in his, hers would have already slipped out considering how weakly she had initially acted.

It seemed that Saru had changed too. The Saru Dyon knew always had a calm and pleasing demeanor. Dyon had never thought that she could be so shy. Maybe this was less of a change and more so a hidden trait that only came out in certain situations. Being by the side of the man she loved seemed to meet this criteria.

Dyon honestly found himself in quite an awkward spot. The three of them still stood in the same cave den, but they held onto him like he was leading them somewhere.

In the end, he laughed. Since he was done wasting his time overthinking things, he tapped his foot lightly to the ground, causing a surge of soul qi to spill out from him.

The ground creaked and groaned, slowly morphing this underground cave under Dyon’s prowess.

The ground creaked and groaned, slowly morphing this underground cave under Dyon’s prowess.

Saru and Lilith watched on in interest, their beautiful eyes sparkling.

This was clearly no normal creation array. Dyon was actively changing the geography rather than creating a new landscape. This was fundamentally more difficult, especially considering the tough lands of the Immortal Plane, and the Immortal Ancient Battlefield especially.

This was, in fact, an Immortal Creation array of the lower venerable grade. Dyon’s soul had yet to break into the immortal realms, yet it was already capable of implementing arrays of such strength. It could only be said that Dyon was not only a monster, but also that immortal arrays worked more like magic than mortal ones did.

The truth was that Dyon’s soul hadn’t been quite powerful this powerful 50 years ago. However, the constant calculations and pressure his soul had to be under while he reconstructed his body, all to keep his consciousness together and stop the Heavens from taking control, he had improved by leaps and bounds. It was quite odd that he still hadn’t broken through.

Soon, the underground cave had become more like an Immortal Cave.

Before Lilith and Saru, several precious materials hidden deep under ground were pulled up. Including energy stones, there were several ores the two of them had never seen before. But, considering their vibrant and sometimes oppressive auras, they couldn’t have been normal.

Other than the Dragon King, Reaper and the Soul Tome, Dyon didn’t have any other treasures on him.

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