Chapter 2326: 2326
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Dyon's consciousness was swarmed by black. He had no concept of time or space, he only felt like reality was fleeting and without form.
Oddly, though, he felt everything was clearer in this state. It felt completely unlike what one should have felt after burning their soul.
According to convention, there should have been an itching pain in his ċhėst and his head. It should have felt like millions of tiny corpse beetles were tearing through his soul, devouring it for their own consumption. In the end, his soul would shatter and fall, leading to his death.
However, Dyon suddenly remembered that the last time he burnt his soul, he hadn't felt like that either. In fact, just like this time around, he was able to walk around for several hours before he finally collapsed into a coma. On top of that, he was actually able to wait around for several days this time.
If Dyon truly thought about it, soul burning should have had a much shorter duration than blood essence burning. Though the power the former provided was greater, the time it could be used was proportionally smaller.
Before, Dyon dismissed this. After all, he was used to the abnormalities of his soul. After all, he had the only Fourth Grade Innate Soul to ever exist. He just ȧssumed this was another product of that.
In fact, he wasn't entirely wrong. It truly was related to this. But the mistake he made was in not exploring this further.
That said, how could he be blamed? Last time he burned his soul, he caused his wives to worry for two years. If it wasn't for Clara, maybe he would have never awoken. And, if it wasn't for Ri's life being in danger this time, he wouldn't have dared casually take this risk, especially considering the precarious situation the mortal plane was in now.
'Hold on… didn't Eternity's Balance activate?'
Ever since he gained this constitution, this was only the second time Dyon had ever activated it in its true form.
How could Dyon make a constitution that never seemed to respond to him part of his original plan? He originally had confidence in succeeding without it. It could only be considered to be a pleasant surprise that it happened to activate in those moments, raising his success rate.
But why had it activated?
Come to think of it… He had never actively concocted pills with his vajra body before either. Yet, if he thought about it… Hadn't his vajra body appeared and even began to mimic his movements?
Wait a moment… Wasn't his original plan to refine a top-grade pill and not a refined pill? He hadn't wanted Ri to suffer through a tribulation. Even though that would vastly increase her potential and strength, it also gave her a greater risk of death.
Dyon's original confidence toward success didn't include a pill tribulation at all. He had planned to restrict the level of his pill on purpose.
'When… did I get so muddle headed?...'
Just as Dyon was lost in his thoughts, he suddenly felt an incomparably comfortable feeling. A rush of energy charged into his body, filling him with warmth.
At that moment, a passionate, soul stirring mȯȧn caused Dyon's heart to tremble.
A giggle like a sonorous bell gently floated to his ears.
"… What was I thinking, giving such a bad guy my vɨrġɨnɨtƴ for a second time."
Dyon's vision was still only slowly recovering. He could only sense vague shadows. However, he was certain that this voice was Ri's.
"You learn to live with your decision."
The voice sounded a bit cold, but it was still pleasant to listen to. Dyon was certain that this was Amphorae.
He couldn't help but smile. His Amphorae knew how to tease him now? What was so wrong with choosing him twice. He was a great guy.
"Look at him, grinning like a fool in his sleep." Clara said with disdain.
Madeleine's light giggle made the atmosphere feel harmonious.
It was then that Dyon's gaze cleared enough to see the beautiful scene before him.
There was his Ri, just as beautiful as ever. Though her slightly pointed ears were gone, her adorable canines were even more pronounced than they had been in the past. Her hair was no longer a light silver-blue, but was rather a deep navy that shimmered beneath the sunlight. Along with it, her two pupils were like blue pearls, contrasting her dark hair with a gentle light.
Her face was filled with ecstasy as she rode on top of him. The image of her being repeatedly penetrated filled Dyon with a sense of accomplishment and overflowing ŀust.
His eyes travelled up her toned torso, losing themselves in a trance when they made their way to her undulating brėȧsts. They hadn't grown in size, but their flawless proportions and hand melting elasticity left Dyon at a lost for words.
When Dyon gaze finally met his wife's, he couldn't help but smile. In that moment, the warmth in his heart completely overwhelmed whatever was going on down below.
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Dyon's consciousness was swarmed by black. He had no concept of time or space, he only felt like reality was fleeting and without form.
Oddly, though, he felt everything was clearer in this state. It felt completely unlike what one should have felt after burning their soul.
According to convention, there should have been an itching pain in his ċhėst and his head. It should have felt like millions of tiny corpse beetles were tearing through his soul, devouring it for their own consumption. In the end, his soul would shatter and fall, leading to his death.
However, Dyon suddenly remembered that the last time he burnt his soul, he hadn't felt like that either. In fact, just like this time around, he was able to walk around for several hours before he finally collapsed into a coma. On top of that, he was actually able to wait around for several days this time.
If Dyon truly thought about it, soul burning should have had a much shorter duration than blood essence burning. Though the power the former provided was greater, the time it could be used was proportionally smaller.
Before, Dyon dismissed this. After all, he was used to the abnormalities of his soul. After all, he had the only Fourth Grade Innate Soul to ever exist. He just ȧssumed this was another product of that.
In fact, he wasn't entirely wrong. It truly was related to this. But the mistake he made was in not exploring this further.
That said, how could he be blamed? Last time he burned his soul, he caused his wives to worry for two years. If it wasn't for Clara, maybe he would have never awoken. And, if it wasn't for Ri's life being in danger this time, he wouldn't have dared casually take this risk, especially considering the precarious situation the mortal plane was in now.
'Hold on… didn't Eternity's Balance activate?'
Ever since he gained this constitution, this was only the second time Dyon had ever activated it in its true form.
How could Dyon make a constitution that never seemed to respond to him part of his original plan? He originally had confidence in succeeding without it. It could only be considered to be a pleasant surprise that it happened to activate in those moments, raising his success rate.
But why had it activated?
Come to think of it… He had never actively concocted pills with his vajra body before either. Yet, if he thought about it… Hadn't his vajra body appeared and even began to mimic his movements?
Wait a moment… Wasn't his original plan to refine a top-grade pill and not a refined pill? He hadn't wanted Ri to suffer through a tribulation. Even though that would vastly increase her potential and strength, it also gave her a greater risk of death.
Dyon's original confidence toward success didn't include a pill tribulation at all. He had planned to restrict the level of his pill on purpose.
'When… did I get so muddle headed?...'
Just as Dyon was lost in his thoughts, he suddenly felt an incomparably comfortable feeling. A rush of energy charged into his body, filling him with warmth.
At that moment, a passionate, soul stirring mȯȧn caused Dyon's heart to tremble.
A giggle like a sonorous bell gently floated to his ears.
"… What was I thinking, giving such a bad guy my vɨrġɨnɨtƴ for a second time."
Dyon's vision was still only slowly recovering. He could only sense vague shadows. However, he was certain that this voice was Ri's.
"You learn to live with your decision."
The voice sounded a bit cold, but it was still pleasant to listen to. Dyon was certain that this was Amphorae.
He couldn't help but smile. His Amphorae knew how to tease him now? What was so wrong with choosing him twice. He was a great guy.
"Look at him, grinning like a fool in his sleep." Clara said with disdain.
Madeleine's light giggle made the atmosphere feel harmonious.
It was then that Dyon's gaze cleared enough to see the beautiful scene before him.
There was his Ri, just as beautiful as ever. Though her slightly pointed ears were gone, her adorable canines were even more pronounced than they had been in the past. Her hair was no longer a light silver-blue, but was rather a deep navy that shimmered beneath the sunlight. Along with it, her two pupils were like blue pearls, contrasting her dark hair with a gentle light.
Her face was filled with ecstasy as she rode on top of him. The image of her being repeatedly penetrated filled Dyon with a sense of accomplishment and overflowing ŀust.
His eyes travelled up her toned torso, losing themselves in a trance when they made their way to her undulating brėȧsts. They hadn't grown in size, but their flawless proportions and hand melting elasticity left Dyon at a lost for words.
When Dyon gaze finally met his wife's, he couldn't help but smile. In that moment, the warmth in his heart completely overwhelmed whatever was going on down below.
Dyon's consciousness was swarmed by black. He had no concept of time or space, he only felt like reality was fleeting and without form. Oddly, though, he felt everything was clearer in this state. It felt completely unlike what one should have felt after burning their soul. According to convention, there should have been an itching pain in his hst and his head. It should have felt like millions of tiny corpse beetles were tearing through his soul, devouring it for their own consumption. In the end, his soul would shatter and fall, leading to his death. However, Dyon suddenly remembered that the last time he burnt his soul, he hadn't felt like that either. In fact, just like this time around, he was able to walk around for several hours before he finally collapsed into a coma. On top of that, he was actually able to wait around for several days this time. If Dyon truly thought about it, soul burning should have had a much shorter duration than blood essence burning. Though the power the former provided was greater, the time it could be used was proportionally smaller. Before, Dyon dismissed this. After all, he was used to the abnormalities of his soul. After all, he had the only Fourth Grade Innate Soul to ever exist. He just ssumed this was another product of that. In fact, he wasn't entirely wrong. It truly was related to this. But the mistake he made was in not exploring this further. That said, how could he be blamed? Last time he burned his soul, he caused his wives to worry for two years. If it wasn't for Clara, maybe he would have never awoken. And, if it wasn't for Ri's life being in danger this time, he wouldn't have dared casually take this risk, especially considering the precarious situation the mortal plane was in now. 'Hold on didn't Eternity's Balance activate?' Ever since he gained this constitution, this was only the second time Dyon had ever activated it in its true form. How could Dyon make a constitution that never seemed to respond to him part of his original plan? He originally had confidence in succeeding without it. It could only be considered to be a pleasant surprise that it happened to activate in those moments, raising his success rate. But why had it activated? Come to think of it He had never actively concocted pills with his vajra body before either. Yet, if he thought about it Hadn't his vajra body appeared and even began to mimic his movements? Wait a moment Wasn't his original plan to refine a top-grade pill and not a refined pill? He hadn't wanted Ri to suffer through a tribulation. Even though that would vastly increase her potential and strength, it also gave her a greater risk of death. Dyon's original confidence toward success didn't include a pill tribulation at all. He had planned to restrict the level of his pill on purpose. 'When did I get so muddle headed?...' Just as Dyon was lost in his thoughts, he suddenly felt an incomparably comfortable feeling. A rush of energy charged into his body, filling him with warmth. At that moment, a passionate, soul stirring mn caused Dyon's heart to tremble. A giggle like a sonorous bell gently floated to his ears. " What was I thinking, giving such a bad guy my vrnt for a second time." Dyon's vision was still only slowly recovering. He could only sense vague shadows. However, he was certain that this voice was Ri's. "You learn to live with your decision." The voice sounded a bit cold, but it was still pleasant to listen to. Dyon was certain that this was Amphorae. He couldn't help but smile. His Amphorae knew how to tease him now? What was so wrong with choosing him twice. He was a great guy. "Look at him, grinning like a fool in his sleep." Clara said with disdain. Madeleine's light giggle made the atmosphere feel harmonious. It was then that Dyon's gaze cleared enough to see the beautiful scene before him. There was his Ri, just as beautiful as ever. Though her slightly pointed ears were gone, her adorable canines were even more pronounced than they had been in the past. Her hair was no longer a light silver-blue, but was rather a deep navy that shimmered beneath the sunlight. Along with it, her two pupils were like blue pearls, contrasting her dark hair with a gentle light. Her face was filled with ecstasy as she rode on top of him. The image of her being repeatedly penetrated filled Dyon with a sense of accomplishment and overflowing ust. His eyes travelled up her toned torso, losing themselves in a trance when they made their way to her undulating brsts. They hadn't grown in size, but their flawless proportions and hand melting elasticity left Dyon at a lost for words. When Dyon gaze finally met his wife's, he couldn't help but smile. In that moment, the warmth in his heart completely overwhelmed whatever was going on down below.
