The dark void around the immense round bed was silent, but upon the scarlet velvet, Bái Wǎn's breath echoed in short, trembling gasps.
The young woman with ocean‑blue hair, forged in pure jade and untouched water, was mounted atop Zhì Yuǎn's hips. The newly born dantian in her belly overflowed with the golden energy he had just injected, but her flesh was still processing the impact of the possession. Her husband's colossal, incandescent shaft remained buried to the base of her narrow, soaked slit, stretching the girl's pale intimacy to its absolute limit.
Bái Wǎn was filled in a way that left her lethargic and intoxicated, but the new Primordial Water Physique in her veins throbbed, demanding that the friction not stop. Yet inexperience paralyzed the young woman. Her soft, flawless face was stained with a scandalous blush, her blue eyes downcast, her frail body trembling, unable to dictate her own rhythm over the absurd density of that man.
Zhì Yuǎn rested his back against the pillows, his large hands casually resting on her immaculate thighs. The darkness in his eyes burned with patient, possessive warmth, admiring the girl's delicious confusion.
It was then that the mattress sank just behind Bái Wǎn.
Yù Qíng slid across the velvet with the silent grace of a serpent. The eldest settled perfectly against the young woman's back. The priestess's soft, full breasts pressed against the novice's pale, naked skin, and Yù Qíng's icy hands slid around, gripping Bái Wǎn's thin thighs with absolute firmness.
"The sea must learn to receive the storm, little lotus," Yù Qíng's velvety, intoxicating voice brushed the girl's ear, distilling her usual botanical metaphors as her red lips kissed the curve of her shoulder. "Let your elder sister guide your waters."
With a cadenced movement, using her own weight as support, Yù Qíng pulled Bái Wǎn's thighs upward, sliding the girl's slit along her husband's warm, throbbing length, and then pushed her down with force, sinking the novice to the base again.
"AAH!" Bái Wǎn choked, her spine arching violently against Yù Qíng's breasts.
The rhythm began. Guided by Yù Qíng's unshakable hands, Bái Wǎn rode. The dense, wet friction of her narrow cavern against Zhì Yuǎn's volcanic Yang sent electric currents straight to her spine. Stunned by the sensory overload, Bái Wǎn did not know what to do with her own hands. Lust swallowed her completely.
The girl brought her trembling left hand to her own mouth, her full lips sucking on her index finger. She sucked and bit it desperately to try to muffle the strangled moans that insisted on escaping, saliva running down her soft chin. Her right hand instinctively went to her own smooth belly. There, just below her navel, she could feel the stretched skin and the hard, obscene volume of him piercing her entrails, filling her to the limit.
The contrast between Bái Wǎn's innocent face sucking her own finger and the obscenity of the movement Yù Qíng forced upon her made Zhì Yuǎn's blood boil.
As their bodies collided, the true secret of Dual Cultivation was engraved into the newborn. The mechanics needed no old theoretical scrolls; they were forged in the flesh. The colossal Yang of Zhì Yuǎn's Universe, upon flooding Bái Wǎn's untouched dantian, acted as the creator's very chisel. He was not merely pouring energy; he surgically guided his own pressure to physically structure the Primordial Mill deep within the girl's Sea of Law. The conceptual gear was fitted into Bái Wǎn's soul and belly through that deep friction. Within minutes of delicious torture, the young woman gained the unconscious authority to invert the polarity of energy, transforming his scalding Yang and her own pure Yin into the nectar of creation.
"Mnn! G‑God… mnnn…" Bái Wǎn whimpered around her finger, her blue eyes rolling back, completely blinded by the explosion of Primordial Qi being born within her.
"Show the depths of your ocean to our heaven," Yù Qíng whispered, increasing the rhythm, their pelvises colliding with thick, wet slaps.
Bái Wǎn's limit was obliterated. The orgasm struck her like a tidal wave, and the newly installed Mill spun at full capacity. The girl trembled from head to toe, her inner walls milking her husband's shaft in crushing spasms as abundant moisture gushed, soaking Zhì Yuǎn's legs. Her finger slipped from her mouth, and Bái Wǎn collapsed sideways onto the velvet, sobbing in pure ecstasy and exhaustion, her long mantle of blue hair spreading like a pool of liquid silk.
Zhì Yuǎn breathed deeply, his broad chest rising and falling, his member throbbing, thick and gleaming with fluids, demanding more. The Singularity exacted the Hunger of the Inner Universe.
Yù Qíng did not lose a second.
The priestess crawled over her husband, her black eyes overflowing with lethal, possessive devotion. Yù Qíng mounted him in one go, sinking into her own moisture.
"AHHH! My heaven!" Yù Qíng howled, throwing her head back, digging her nails into his chest as the incandescent shaft filled her own void.
But Zhì Yuǎn's Hunger rejected the inertia of the bed.
In a fluid, terrifying movement, his large hands gripped Yù Qíng's soft hips. He spun his body on the mattress with a force that made the wooden frame groan, throwing the eldest onto her stomach against the sheets. Without any delicacy, Zhì Yuǎn lifted Yù Qíng's pelvis, raising the priestess's buttocks, and drove himself into her from behind in a volcanic impact.
Slap!
"NNGH! Husband… ahnn… break me open!" Yù Qíng screamed against the covers, her face buried in the scarlet velvet, as his brutal, deep thrusts began hammering her cavern without any mercy.
It was the definitive signal.
On the edge of the colossal bed, Yù Méi and Mò Yán could no longer bear it. Completely naked, exuding a febrile heat and a thick flush that ran down their necks, the Brutal Blade and the Restrained Flower crawled like hungry lionesses toward the core of that furnace.
They surrounded their husband, who continued to massacre Yù Qíng's core with relentless vigor. Yù Méi pressed herself to his left side, her warm tongue licking the salty sweat from the god's chest and neck. Mò Yán settled on the right, her long white hair sweeping against his muscular leg. The diplomat rubbed her own colossal breasts against Zhì Yuǎn's ribs, moaning softly in submission as her mouth worshipped his shoulder.
Zhì Yuǎn's Hunger embraced the chaos.
While his pelvis continued to thrust and grind Yù Qíng's dantian, Zhì Yuǎn's free hands descended to the two goddesses idolizing him on the sides.
His left hand grabbed Yù Méi's dense buttocks, his right hand found the full, soft curvature of Mò Yán. He massaged the flesh of both with raw possessiveness. His thumb and calloused fingers did not hesitate to slip into the soaked slits of both.
"Aahn! Y‑Yes, Zhì Yuǎn…" Mò Yán sobbed, loosely closing her legs around his hand as two fingers invaded her slippery moisture. "Fuck… ahhh, husband…" Yù Méi growled, drooling against his skin as the god's left hand massacred her swollen clitoris.
Five hours dragged on in that bubble of darkness.
Time ceased to be a logical measure, transforming into a count of multiple orgasms, sweat, inversions of polarity in the Primordial Mill, and pure cosmic distillation. When the four women had already collapsed and come countless times in the Furnace of the Flesh, his volcanic seed spurted, scalding and massive, forever stabilizing the order of that micro‑universe of lust and power.
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When Zhì Yuǎn finally rose from the bed, the abyssal void of his dantian had absorbed the colossal amount of ground energy, strengthening the gravity of his own Will.
Behind him, Yù Qíng, Yù Méi, and Mò Yán were sprawled across the scarlet sheets. Porcelain, gold, and snow gleamed with sweat, their bodies completely limp and drunk with delicious exhaustion. Bái Wǎn still hugged her own body, her soft face hidden in the pillow, sleeping the heavy sleep of one who had crossed the barrier of mortality.
Yù Qíng, whose transcendent vitality never allowed her to remain inert for long, rose with feline grace. The priestess walked to the foot of the bed, where the discarded silks had rested at the start of the night.
Yù Méi and Mò Yán were already retrieving their own garments. The youngest put on her long golden silk dress, the slits exposing her immaculate, dense thighs. Mò Yán adjusted the black skirt and the pure white silk bodice of her Hanfu, the crossed collar straining scandalously to accommodate the heaving fullness of her cleavage.
Since Yù Qíng's dress had been brutally torn by Zhì Yuǎn during the frenzy, and Bái Wǎn's old mortal rags had turned to dust with the expulsion of biological filth in the forging of the Primordial Water Physique, the eldest activated her spatial ring. The subtle glow materialized two pieces of impeccable fabric. Yù Qíng put on a new, elegant short navy‑blue dress, and then delicately covered the sleeping youngest's body with a beautiful, light, pearlescent silk dress in a celestial blue tone. The girl with the soft cheeks and ocean‑blue hair looked like a true divinity at rest.
Zhì Yuǎn put on his charcoal‑gray tunic. The black silk cloak fell heavily over the man's broad shoulders.
"The time of isolation in this dome is over," Zhì Yuǎn declared, his deep, unshakable voice breaking the silence of the dimensional bubble.
He took a step toward the invisible boundary of the dome. His large, calloused hand extended, and he simply crossed the veil of space as if walking through a curtain of smoke.
Yù Qíng, Yù Méi, Mò Yán, and the sleeping Bái Wǎn followed him.
As soon as the soles of Zhì Yuǎn's boots touched the damp, dark stones of the outer cavern, he relaxed the gravity of his Will.
With the force that had kept it structured abolished, the dimensional bubble that had once been the ancestral paradise of Stagnant Water collapsed completely. The void swallowed itself.
Where there had once been inverted waterfalls and the treasure of a millennial lineage, only cold air and the icy darkness of the cavern remained. And, painting the rocks at the entrance and the dark floor in a sea of gore and scarlet mud, the thick blood of the Dragon‑Turtle that Yù Méi had crushed to death was still fresh.
The silence of the furnace's end lasted exactly three seconds.
Fwoosh. Fwoosh.
Spiritual torches burst into the shadows, illuminating the carnage spread across the cavern. The heavy mountain air was suddenly crushed by furious, hostile auras. Hurried, heavy footsteps of dozens of steel boots echoed through the stone tunnel.
The Sect Master of the Celestial Mirror Hegemony, accompanied by the twelve Great Elders of the sect and the principal Elders present—including Bái Wǎn's grandfather—marched into the cavern with bulging eyes. Their weapons and artifacts hummed in pure fury and shock as they beheld their legendary Guardian Beast reduced to an unrecognizable paté of meat on the floor.
A thunderous voice, laden with the absolute oppression of the 4th Pillar Saint and pure hatred, tore through the darkness:
"WHO DARES PROFANE THE SOIL OF THE CELESTIAL MIRROR HEGEMONY AND SLAUGHTER OUR GUARDIAN BEAST?!"
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