If his soul awakened so early on when he was still an impressionable little boy, he might not grow up to the point of reaching this point. It was very likely that he would already have become a murderer, hated by all, maybe even the reincarnation of his wives.
As a man who had transcended past the constraints of the heavens, something like his body lacking the strength to hold his soul had long since been solved by him. It was a simple matter even to hold an Immortal God soul within a mortal's body. Or, even a soul that surpassed the Immortal God realm within such a body. After all, wasn't that what he had already done?
The reason why this incarnation of Dyon suffered from such backlash from having too strong of a soul wasn't due to the power of the soul itself, but rather because of his lack of control over the power it leaked. As a result, it had to be restrained.
But now that his memories had awakened, such a thing was no longer an issue. His current soul was only marginally weaker than it had been in his last life, and that's only because it was still relying on a Dao Heart to maintain its existence. Dyon at his pinnacle had long since not needed such a thing. Or, more accurately, his Dao Heart had left the nine stages known by the Immortal Plane and had left the restraints of the Heavens.
"Do you know what you're saying? You don't want anything to do with me? You are you and I am me, is it?"
The nascent soul spoke with a sinister smile. Surprisingly, his tone didn't sound evil or raspy. It sounded no different from Dyon's real voice. It held the deep character of a man, but wasn't too low. It was commanding and even somewhat gentle, as though uncaring for the response of the person the words were directed at. He spoke more so for his own amusement rather than for communicating with the world, because the world itself was already beneath him.
"The matters of the past are unrelated to me any longer."
"Haha! I knew you would do this. Even to your own self, you're always so arrogant.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64ce79d606107d003c23ea27", id: "pf-5140-1"})"You know, just now, you, or I guess we, directed the strength of this last chain shattering toward that nosey elf that was poking their nose around our business. By now, the Elven Hegemon will have gotten news that one of their Immortal Gods has died, and by the energy fluctuations, they'll definitely be able to tell it's you
"Even further than that, due to their dealings with the World Tree, they already know you've reincarnated and don't have your previous strength. So, what? You want to banish me and cripple the strength you just gained? Even if our body doesn't have the power it once did, our soul is already strong enough to walk through this so-called immortal plane unimpeded, but you don't want that, huh?"
Dyon faced the nascent soul, feeling somewhat bored. He was already so arrogant in the past, but now, it felt that even a Peak Immortal God would be regarded as an ant to him. He found it hard to care enough to exchange anymore words even with his own nascent soul.
But at the same time, the laughter of his nascent soul was also a side of him. Despite knowing that he would die soon, he laughed heartily and even joked around, not feeling pressured in the slightest.
Nameless Immortal God or not, Dyon was still Dyon. His personality hadn't changed. It was just that the things that had been obscuring his vision in the past had cleared up and the confusion that had fogged his mind was now gone.
"Alright, alright. I've said enough. I've had my fun. Since you want to get rid of me, so be it. After all, we're one in the same regardless. Plus, I have a feeling that even if you get rid of me, there'll still be quite a bit of darkness left in you. At the very least, that Dragon Hegemon is definitely finished."
Dyon's laughter filled the mind's eye.
Once again, Dyon was still Dyon. Just like Junior was still Dyon.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64cc9e79c7059f003e4ad4b0", id: "pf-5109-1"})The very same way Junior willingly sacrificed himself, this nascent soul didn't have a problem with doing it either. Admitting defeat to another person was impossible, but when it came to helping themselves, why not?
The truth was that if it was only a matter between themselves, no matter what version of Dyon it was, they would never admit defeat, even to themselves. However, the reason this nascent soul and the reason Junior accepted their losses was for the very same reason: love.
Of course, it wasn't love toward themselves, but rather, love toward their wives. They knew well which of them had the highest percentage chance of rising to the top. And, so, without hesitation, they bowed their heads.
Regardless of which of them it was, that love they felt never wavered.
Dyon watched silently as his nascent soul burned in a sea of white illusory flames.
He realized now that the reason burning his soul never really affected him wasn't because he was immune to it, but rather because the core of his soul was too powerful. He was burning to what was akin to not even a percent of a percent of a percent's percent of his soul. The real number was likely even more exaggerated than this. As a result, recovering was simply too easy.
Now, however, he was truly burning his soul.
He wasn't doing it for power. Rather, he was purifying the influence his last life had on him.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "663633fa8ebf7442f0652b33", id: "pf-8817-1"})It could only be said that the heavens were truly damnable. It did everything it could in his first life to send him toward the path of death and destruction. The amount of pain and suffering he caused wasn't minuscule, however, at least in the beginning, it had always been aimed toward his enemies. It wasn't until the deaths of his seventh and eighth wives that he truly became a devil incarnate, only to be saved by Madeleine.
