Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

Chapter 2160 Main Wife

"It seems things are getting interesting." Dyon smiled to the two women by his side. "I wonder if the old lizard will get here in time for the fun…"

Saru and Lilith felt incredibly comfortable by Dyon's sides, but others were sweating to the point of drenching their clothing. It wasn't just because they were scared, but also because the heat was skyrocketing to obscene levels. Soon, it would be impossible for even Dao Realm mortals to survive in it.

"Venerable Sacharro, you can't stay here! I can bring you away. Someone like you can't die so young."

Seeing his other assistant and Vargas nod along with Belin, Dyon found them to be quite adorable. It seemed they were so panicked they didn't realize that he was the most relaxed of them all.

Dyon tapped each one of their shoulders once, a faint glow of gold covering them.

The temperature of their bodies immediately regulated, falling back down to normal levels. They could only look toward Dyon in shock.

"Oh? A mortal with such attainments in formation theory?"

Dyon didn't need to look to know that the one who spoke was one of the three red robed youths.

"Why don't you become one of my servants? You'll live a good life. I can line up endless immortal women for you."

Dyon sent a glance up. The three of them stood on a silver disk which had a rotating edge. On the ground chasing after them like loyal dogs, there was Skull and Roe.

"Not interested." Dyon replied dully.

Vargas, Emery and Belin held their breath, finding it difficult to breathe. Just standing around normal Immortal Saints was difficult, let alone those born as Immortal Saints. Their air was fundamentally different and they were far more beloved by the Heavens.

The thought of rejecting their 'offer' never crossed their minds. It was an untold truth that the only option was saying yes and the other path was death.

In the distance, rushing toward the city wall, one could see various individuals who had sensed the spatial fluctuations, including Zabel and Taline. Having heard the exchange through the loud booming of lava, Taline found it hard to hide her excitement. It seemed that Zabel had been correct.

The young man who spoke frowned, but before he could speak, the young woman cut him off.

"Your robes are white and your alchemist badge is gold. Could it be you've entered… What is your name?"

The Rock brothers were the most excited by this line of questioning. Exposing the arrogant mortal for his fraudulence had been their dream for the past week. But, for some reason Venerable Vargas had said nothing about it, leaving them depressed.

"His name is Dyon Sacharro. Please excuse his rudeness, esteemed ones." Venerable Zabel spoke up for Dyon as though he was scared he'd give the wrong name.

Dyon raised an eyebrow, his internal sneer deepening.

"… So it really is you…" The young woman's gaze narrowed, looking Dyon up and down. "You'll come back with me. I've yet to take a husband and I'm also a virgin so I won't be disrespecting you. You more than meet my requirements."

The faces of the two young men who came with her suddenly twisted even as Dyon's lip twitched.

What was wrong with these Immortals? Were they all so flippant and shameless?

"If you're worried about your other women, I don't particularly care about this either. You can keep them if you wish, but I will of course be the main wife."

Dyon was speechless.

It wasn't only him, but Taline and Zabel, not to mention the Rock Brothers, who had hoped this would go a much different way could only stand in shock.

Zabel would probably have been better off letting Dyon report his own name because he initially had no interest in doing so. She hadn't even bothered to report her own name before interrogating him as though he owed her something.

As for the young man who offered Dyon immortal women in exchange for becoming his servant, his face was all but green. How could the women he had planned to hand over compare to this young lady?

"Miss Nightwell, this isn't really the time to figure these things out. If you like this man, why not observe him for a while. We'll be going to that place soon, just take him along. If he can't protect himself in such a weak world, he wouldn't really be worthy of his reputation, right?"

"Your words have merit." Miss Nightwell replied emotionlessly. "You can come with us, but it truthfully doesn't matter much how well you perform. I've already made up my mind."

By now, the faces of both the young men were green, but they couldn't say much else.

While they had been born Lower Immortal Saints, this Miss Nightwell was the foremost genius of their Dark Flame bubble world, having been born a Peak Immortal Saint. Even in their long history, no such genius had been birthed before. Even they, who were the two best geniuses of their collective generation, were too far behind.

Over time, they had caught up to her cultivation, leaving them all as Peak Immortal Saints, but this was only due to the difficulty in entering the Immortal Celestial Realm. She was still a large measure better than them and was only a step away from entering that Realm.

"My name is Crystella Nightwell. It's nice to meet you, Venerable Dyon."

Crystella's tone was slightly warmer, as though she really was already thinking of Dyon as her husband. Though, 'warmer' in her case was more like neutral to anyone else.

Dyon could only scratch his head awkwardly.

It was easy to reject people when they were being demanding and controlling, but Crystella wasn't being like that. Maybe another woman who wanted to take him as her husband would have tried to slaughter Saru and Lilith where they stood, yet she hadn't demanded anything other than being first wife.