Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God Chapter 1236 Dammit!

Chapter 1236 Dammit!

One had to know that the blue print for the body was within the soul. If the materials weren't powerful enough to rebuild the Demon Sage's body, Dyon's efforts would collapse.

Rebuilding a celestial beast body was already so difficult, to add the body of a martial saint on top of that? It was too difficult!

Plus, the Demon Sage was annoying. They were akin to oil and water whenever they interacted. It would probably be better for his sanity if he allowed the Demon Sage to be stubborn.

But, now that he knew that the Demon Sage was actually Amphorae's father in her second life, how could he allow him to die just because he wanted to be arrogant? f.u.c.k that. The Demon Sage in spirit form was no match for Dyon.

One had to consider the fact that even at his peak, the Demon Sage's soul was weaker than Dyon's now. Now, he was only a remnant piece of that original soul. He stood not a single chance.

In Dyon's arms, Amphorae smiled sweetly, breathing in Dyon's scent. She knew how stubborn this father of hers was, maybe only Dyon's brash approach could control him.

The Demon Sage trembled in rage. "Do you think I won't just burn my soul? You think you can turn me into a puppet?"

Before the Demon Sage could finish speak, a magnificent ancient temple appeared in the air. In an instant, let alone burn his soul, the Demon Sage couldn't even lift a finger or speak!

"You have no will of your own anymore!" Dyon said with a stern expression, causing the Demon Sage to fall into a fit of depression.

"Father, don't be so stubborn." Amphorae spoke lightly, leaving Dyon's embrace to stand by his side. Her voice had once more gained its calm and she had begun to exude a pressure that made Dyon's heart palpitate. Not even a million of him would be enough to defeat this wife of his.

He couldn't get over how beautiful she was, it made his lower belly light with flame that made even his t.i.tan diamond body uncomfortable.

The Demon Sage gritted his teeth. Was this really his fate?

"Just… Just tell me how this happened, dammit!"

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After listening to the story, the Demon Sage went through another fit of color changes before he sighed dejectedly. This Dyon Sacharro… really was the bane of his existence. To think he was fated to take his daughter's hand before he or she was even born! What kind of bulls.h.i.t game were the heavens playing with his life? Was he really meant to be nothing but a backdrop for this young man? Where was the fairness?

Sighing, the Demon Sage disappeared dejectedly. Who knew what corner of the Palace he had gone off to? He was just sick and tired of seeing his daughter's lovestruck appearance. It broke his fatherly heart.

Amphorae Pakal! That was a name that had shook the very martial world long ago before she was forced into hiding by her father's rampage.

When the Demon Sage came back, he obviously lost himself in anger. This was the point in time when he fell to the demonic path, losing his sense of self entirely. As a consequence, he began to attack each and every one of the clans that caused his harm, destroying their foundations one by one.

However, there were some clans with foundations much too st.u.r.dy for him to shake alone. Maybe if he had calmed himself and not been so arrogant, he could have rebuilt his kingdom. After all, he still had the Jafari Clan treasure and a large portion of his wealth was still in tact as well. In addition, his daughter was a heavenly defying talent… In just a few thousand years, there would likely only be a handful of individuals capable of matching her might.

Together, they could have rebuilt the kingdom. But, he lost himself in anger. In fact, the Clans that he lost to were still thriving today, more than twenty million years later. These were the clans that no longer needed the Epistemic Tower and were among the handful that sustained themselves without it. These were mighty comet grade and even moon grade Clans! There were even rumors of a behemoth Planet Grade Clan.

Knowing all of this, the Demon Sage was depressed. It should be his legacy reigning supreme, yet it was handed off to someone else. Even his own daughter wasn't his to claim anymore… Wasn't that far too much for any one man to handle?

Dyon looked toward Amphorae, smiling toward her so sweetly that he knew if the Demon Sage saw it, he would vomit in disgust.

"Is there something on my face?" Despite asking that question, Amphorae's appearance had returned to its stoic form, making Dyon chuckle.

"Let's go," Dyon suddenly said. With a step, they disappeared out of the Palace and appeared by a lake.

Truth be told, even Dyon was stunned. He had planned on taking at least three to four leaps to get here. After all, his spatial jump was limited to a kilometer at most while this lake was a bit over three away.

Amphorae smiled lightly at Dyon's confused expression.

Seeing this, Dyon thought that it was her who had helped him out, but she shook her head at his gaze.

"Maybe you've just grown stronger." Amphorae said lightly.

"Maybe…" Dyon didn't think this change was so simple. He would only grow more confused when he noticed the abrupt size change in his inner world. "Forget it."

Dyon and Amphorae enjoyed a quiet afternoon alone. Amphorae had always been a woman of few words, so she simply listened to Dyon's stories with an expression of satisfaction coating her beautiful features.

Dyon had to try his best to avoid her piercing gaze, she was simply too beautiful. He felt that if he looked for too long, he would lose control of his body. He could only hold her small frame on his lap, looking off toward the calm lake ahead of them.

A day later, Dyon suddenly noticed a golden bracelet in the shape of a dragon on Amphorae's dainty wrist.

"You actually found this in this life too?" Dyon was pleasantly surprised. After all, the Golden Dragon Lyre was a treasure of the 33 heavens. Not only that, but it was one of the few offensive types… For Dyon who mostly had auxiliary type treasures of this caliber, this was new to him.

"Oh, this?" Amphorae lifted her hand and rotated her wrist.

Even such a simple movement took Dyon's breath away. It was as though Amphorae's every action was in line the heavens themselves.

"I believe Luna may have something to do with it. It was melded to my soul at birth. After my soul broke into the celestial realm, it manifested on its own. Would you like me to play for you, husband?"

Dyon smiled. "You can call me Dyon, you know."

Amphorae shook her head. "Everyone calls you Dyon." She said sweetly. "I want to be one of the few who can call you husband."

With a thought, the golden bracelet morphed. However, instead of forming a lyre, it actually became a flute!

Amphorae didn't need to explain for Dyon to understand. This was a treasure created by the birth of music will! How could it only have a single form? In all likelihood, it could take the form of any musical instrument to ever exist.