The morning sun bled through the heavy silken drapes, casting a molten glow over a chaotic landscape of tangled limbs and discarded finery. The Jade Phoenix Pavilion, once a cold bastion of matriarchal dignity, had been transformed into a humid sanctuary of rhythmic, wet heat.
Every thrust Shen Yu delivered felt like a hammer blow against the laws of reality. With the Stage of Perfection as his foundation, his stamina had transcended the mortal coil.
His movements weren't just physical, they were fueled by a silver Qi that hummed with the stolen echoes of the Lightning Tribulation, turning his body into an engine of relentless endurance.
Slap. Squelch. Slap.
Yilan's back arched into a bow, her neck corded with tension as she let out a shattered, high-pitched cry that echoed off the jade walls.
