The years continued to tick by. Dyon felt that his preparations were nearing perfection. The day the Ancient Battlefield descended would be the day he bathed the Titans and the Mortal Plane in blood!
The man who seemed to have the world in the palm of his hand, though, was relaxing with a calm expression on his face.
Some days, he would spend time with daughter, diligently guiding and teaching her. Other days he would play around with his wives, dual cultivating with them to increase their strength and also showering them with tender love and affection. And still yet other days, he would torture his disciples with an evil grin on his face, becoming the nightmare that haunted their dreams.
Soon, Little Alauna's 21st birthday came and went and Dyon sharpened his battle intent once more.
