Hearing his supposed father-in-law's words, Dyon felt a headache coming along. This was a man who personally slaughtered a Higher Existence Embryonic Infernal Beast in his prime. If he really decided that the first thing he would do when he came back was assert his authority as Amphorae's father, Dyon could only grit his teeth and deal with it, especially since his body wasn't in peak working condition right now.

'Goddammit. How about you be a little grateful that I built you a body? If not that, be grateful that I allowed you to use the Soul Tome free of charge. What a petty man.'

It wasn't Dyon's fault that he turned out to be the Demon Sage's prophesied successor. What the hell did it have to do with him? He hadn't even been born yet.

Unfortunately, no matter how Dyon willed it away, the fusion was happening without a hitch.

The demon sage's mystical world trembled. A surge of blood red qi swirled violently, piling into the Demon Sage's vessel.

It only took a moment for Dyon to realize that this blood red qi was actually the core of this mystical world, the very same massive Infernal Core Dyon had seen all those years ago.

He silently nodded to himself. 'To reconstruct a body as powerful as his, the materials I provided are indeed not enough I thought I could secretly get away with making him a little weaker than normal, but it seems this cunning old man saw through it.'

Of course, Dyon would never harm his father-in-law. The only reason he thought like this to himself was his own way of being petty. He had given Sargeras the best materials he had and even gave him Half Fusion meridians.

If it came down to it, Dyon would have even given him a Star Grade Fusion set of meridians, but it would have been a waste. After all, this old man never cared much for the soul path, he hadn't even comprehended comet qi. Star Grade Fusion Meridians would be wasted on him, so the 100% Fusion allowed by Half Fusion Meridians was best suited for him.

What was truly impressive about the Demon Sage was that he managed to rework his own meridian pathways to fuse his conventional and vital qi alone. This was why he was able to jump from the peak 12th Dao Stage and battle Higher Existences.

By his own accounts, he had managed a 50% Fusion, similar to an Incomplete Fusion Meridian set, all on his own. That coupled with his Martial Saint Constitution and he was able to cross over the unimaginably large gap.

But now that he could complete 100% Fusion and was reconstructing his body with a Half-Step Transcendents Infernal Core Dyon could only imagine how powerful he would become.

The uncomfortable sound of cracking glass filled Dyon's ears.

'How irresponsible. This world is about to collapse.'

Dyon's arms wrapped around Alauna who was still in his embrace and disappeared as the mystical world began to crumble.

BOOM!

The instant he appeared with his daughter outside the realm, a bloody pillar of light pierced into the skies. It spanned more than 300 meters in width, but its height seemed greater than even 300 kilometers.

The light began to slowly compress. The process was slow, but steady, never wavering for even a moment.

As the hours ticked by, one could begin to vaguely see a humanoid form at the center of it all.

At some unknown time, Amphorae had appeared by Dyon's side. Whether subconsciously or not, her small, soft hand slipped into his own. Despite there not being anything to worry about, Amphorae still seemed nervous. It was rare for her to display any sort of emotion, but the slight crinkle in her lovely brow spoke volumes.

Since Dyon knew she was being irrational, he didn't try to say any words to soothe her. Instead, he held her hand silently, waiting for the Demon Sage to finally once more appear in this world.

Soon, the Demon Generals also began to gather. Many of them had been preparing for the trip to the Sprite Alliance, but to them, the reappearance of their benefactor was more important than ten Sprite Alliances.

It was then the Demon Sage's true form began to appear.

He was a towering man. Though he was shorter than a giant, he was still over 7 feet tall. His body was surprisingly lanky, but the fibers of his muscles were so pristinely refined that one could see them running beneath his skin. Every portion of his body was perfectly sculpted, even the smallest muscle groups pulsed with vitality.

His hair was a blazing, bloody red. It was nothing like the gentle red-gold of his daughter, but was very nearly a dark maroon. His eyes were akin to a deep pool of blood, one could sink into despair simply looking into them. Still, he somehow managed to be a devilishly handsome man.

It was hard to believe that a man like this could ever lose. But, the reality was that he hadn't lost by normal means. Had the outer powers not taken advantage of his absence, Dyon felt that the fall of his Empire wouldn't have been so simple.

Dyon vaguely felt the need to thank those outer powers. If he had to deal with the Demon Sage instead of having him as an ally, although he would never admit defeat to anyone, it would be difficult for him to conquer the Demon Sage faster than The Entity could awaken.

The Demon Sage's gaze landed on Dyon as the red qi around him magically manifested beautiful red robes. Seeing the mischievous light in his eyes, Dyon shamelessly placed both Amphroae and Alauna before him, causing laughter to erupt amidst the Demon Generals.

Just as he was about to mock Dyon, the Demon Sage paused.

"You're injured. Pretty badly, at that."

"Yea, so you wouldn't shamelessly beat up your injured son-in-law, right? Think of how Amphorae and Little Alauna would feel."