The black void surrounding that single patch of dead earth and grass was freezing, held together only by Zhì Yuǎn's will.
The man's left hand remained firmly pressed against Bái Wǎn's lower abdomen. Her old Qi Sea had turned to dust, leaving the girl panting, hollow, and trembling under his touch.
Without removing his hand, Zhì Yuǎn lowered his right arm. The Liquid Void Drop touched the bare skin of her abdomen. With surgical precision, he peeled away the raw energy from the drop, fused the Liquid Void with the dense fire of his own golden Qi, and began pushing the mass into the girl's ruptured channels.
Rebuilding a foundation does not respect haste or mercy.
Time lost meaning in the darkness of the dimension. The hours dragged on, heavy and silent.
For Bái Wǎn, every second was an eternity of torture. The absolute cold of the Liquid Void clashed with the volcanic heat of Zhì Yuǎn's Qi inside her veins, grinding her mortal flesh and rewriting her body cell by cell. The girl screamed until her voice failed, leaving only hoarse, blood-stained gasps. The sensation of having her bones crushed and reconstructed from the inside out destroyed any remaining shred of lucidity.
For a long moment, lying in the dark dust, Bái Wǎn wanted to die. She wanted to close her eyes and let the darkness erase that pain forever.
But his large, warm hand remained there, heavy on her belly — an unshakable anchor in the middle of the storm. Her small, battered hands clutched his gray tunic with blind force. She could not let go. That man had destroyed her world and, at the same time, offered her a place within his own altar. The desire to belong to him swallowed the desire to die. She gritted her blood-stained teeth and endured.
The limit of the flesh finally gave way.
The agony gave way to a numbing warmth that spread through her body like a fever. Her skin lost its ordinary tone and took on the smooth, cold glow of immaculate porcelain. Her frail structure rounded out into a compact and perfect form. Her short brown hair lost its color, thickened, and grew at an absurd speed, spilling down like a liquid silk mantle in deep ocean-blue tones, with subtle emerald reflections that shimmered faintly under the light, until it reached her heels. When Bái Wǎn opened her eyes, her brown irises had disappeared, replaced by a crystal-clear, hypnotic light blue.
The vessel had been molded. But it was still hollow.
Zhì Yuǎn removed his hand from her belly.
The shock was immediate.
Without his warm, heavy presence to anchor the space inside her, her reformed body short-circuited. Her new Constitution hated the emptiness. Bái Wǎn arched her back with a strangled moan. Her divinely adorable face turned red all the way to her ears. She hunched her shoulders and squeezed her legs together tightly, but a hot, abundant, and desperate wetness leaked between her thighs, soaking what remained of her torn tunic.
The former academic whimpered, rubbing her thighs against each other in the dark dust, unable to control her own body.
"I-It hurts…" she whispered, her voice choked and plaintive. "It's so empty… please, my god… fill me… make it stop hurting…"
A few meters away, Yù Qíng watched the newcomer's flushed face contort on the ground. The first wife smiled slowly, savoring the girl's wet and submissive desperation.
Without saying a word, she raised her right hand. The spatial ring flickered, and a tent with a large round bed of black wood materialized over the patch of earth, lined with thick layers of scarlet velvet and soft pillows. Yù Qíng settled on the opposite edge of the bed, crossing her legs with elegance.
"Come, sisters," she murmured.
Yù Méi and Mò Yán approached in silence, climbing onto the bed to watch.
Zhì Yuǎn did not say a word. He undid the knot of his own tunic, letting the dark silk fall into the dust. He slipped one arm behind Bái Wǎn's pale knees and around her back, lifting her from the ground with ease before walking toward the red sheets.
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Bái Wǎn's back sank into the scarlet velvet.
Zhì Yuǎn lay over her, covering her small body with his own weight. His broad, warm chest pressed against her newly sculpted breasts. The physical contact eased some of the cold from the newcomer's skin, but made the emptiness inside her throb with almost painful urgency. The Water Physique he had given her demanded to be filled.
The former academic had already lost any remaining shred of shyness.
"Please… my god…" she whimpered, rubbing her pale thighs against his. The wetness flowed abundantly, soaking the sheets. "Fill me… make me complete… please…"
Zhì Yuǎn silenced her pleas with his mouth.
His left hand held her neck, pinning her head against the pillow, while his hot tongue invaded her mouth in a deep and dominant kiss. At the same time, his right hand descended to the girl's bare belly. He spread his fingers over her cold skin and released his Golden Qi, engraving the Primordial Mill technique directly into the hollow space of her Dantian.
As soon as the gear locked into place, he held Bái Wǎn's slender waist and pulled one of her legs to the side, spreading her completely.
The thick, throbbing head pressed against her drenched entrance. Zhì Yuǎn did not rush. He advanced slowly, forcing her virgin flesh to yield centimeter by centimeter until shlick… he sank halfway in a single motion, the thick head pressing directly against the entrance of her womb, the wet sound echoing softly.
Bái Wǎn let out a long, trembling moan against his mouth.
"Nghh… ahhn…"
The girl was absurdly tight. Hot. Perfect. Her inner walls wrapped around him with a wet, suffocating pressure that drew a rough, deep groan from Zhì Yuǎn's throat, the sound vibrating against her lips during the kiss.
He broke the kiss with a wet pop and looked at her face — red, sweaty, and completely lost.
"So tight…" he murmured, his voice low and rough with pleasure. "So perfect…"
For Bái Wǎn, there was no pain.
Only the brutal relief of finally being filled. Her newly reformed body reacted on instinct. Her inner walls contracted around him with desperate greed, sucking him as if trying to trap him there forever. Her brain melted at the same instant.
"Ahh… my god…" she deliriously whispered against his mouth, her nails digging into his broad shoulders. "So deep… so good…"
Zhì Yuǎn held her face with one hand and silenced her with another deep kiss. Then he pulled his hips back and thrust deep again. The rhythm began slow, but quickly gained force — plap… plap… plap… long, heavy, and constant thrusts that made the bed frame creak under their weight.
A few steps away, Yù Qíng brought a cup of wine to her lips without looking away. Her dark eyes observed every tremble, every moan, and every time the newcomer unraveled beneath her husband. A small, satisfied smile curved her lips.
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The constant, heavy thrusts quickly proved too much for her.
Even though he had yet to release his seed, Zhì Yuǎn was already deliberately feeding her Primordial Mill with his Yang through every thrust, preparing the ground for the Law to take root. The steady flow overloaded her womb and fried her nerves. Although the Water Physique had rebuilt her body, Bái Wǎn did not possess a warrior's endurance. Her small arms gave out. Her hands slipped from the man's shoulders and fell limply onto the sheets. Her blue eyes rolled back, her breathing failed, and her small body began to go limp under his weight, unable to withstand the rhythm and successive orgasms.
Yù Qíng lowered her cup of wine. The crystal touched the floor with a dry click.
The woman in blue moved. She crawled across the scarlet velvet and positioned herself directly behind Bái Wǎn. She slipped her pale, cold arms under the newcomer's armpits, lifting her torso and pulling her against her own chest. Her hands descended, grabbed the girl's slender thighs, and spread them firmly, locking her hips against Zhì Yuǎn's impacts.
The contrast between Yù Qíng's cold body against her back and his heat sinking deep inside her made Bái Wǎn let out a strangled moan.
"I-I can't take it anymore…" she sobbed, her head falling back against the eldest's shoulder. "It's too… heavy…"
Yù Qíng leaned her face beside hers. Her lips brushed against the newcomer's flushed ear as she whispered, her voice low and velvety:
"Our heaven is nourishing your root, little lotus. Do not flee from the fire. Your old flesh died today. Swallow every thrust until your ocean overflows."
Yù Qíng's cold hands tightened their grip on Bái Wǎn's thighs, preventing any retreat. The girl was forced to receive every impact to the limit.
Zhì Yuǎn did not slow his pace. His dark gaze met Yù Qíng's eyes over the newcomer's shoulder. He approved of his wife's possessiveness with a silent half-smile and continued hammering into Bái Wǎn's Dantian without mercy.
The girl's sanity shattered.
Being supported in Yù Qíng's cold, firm embrace while being fucked without rest was too much. Bái Wǎn cried from pleasure, her body shaking violently.
"I belong to… ahhn… I am yours… my god…!" she screamed, her voice breaking as her body convulsed.
Her moans came out loud and desperate:
"Ahh! Nghh! Ah ah ah…!"
Yù Qíng smiled against her skin. Satisfied, the priestess began licking the newcomer's ear as a reward.
On the other side of the bed, Yù Méi watched the scene with her arms crossed under her chest. The youngest clicked her tongue, visibly impatient. After a few seconds, she approached Mò Yán from behind.
The snow flower was sitting on her heels, one hand massaging her own breast while the other rubbed her intimacy over her clothes, her scarlet eyes glazed over as she watched Zhì Yuǎn thrusting deep into the newcomer.
Yù Méi raised her hand and gave the sister's large, upturned ass a firm slap.
Plap!
Mò Yán let out a muffled little moan, bringing the hand from her breast to her mouth and biting her index finger hard. Even so, she did not stop touching herself — on the contrary, she rubbed with more vigor while continuing to stare at her husband hammering into Bái Wǎn.
"Finish filling her already, husband," Yù Méi grumbled, giving her sister's ass another firm squeeze. "Look at how wet Yán is just from watching you fuck the newcomer. I want my turn too."
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Zhì Yuǎn's will searched through Bái Wǎn's depths with every thrust.
At the bottom of her lower abdomen, the emptiness was beginning to take shape. The Qi generated by the friction condensed far too quickly. The Law was about to be born, but it needed a much heavier anchor to solidify all at once.
Zhì Yuǎn changed his posture.
He raised his torso, knelt on the bed, and spread his legs. His large hands grabbed Bái Wǎn's slender waist and pulled her upward, seating her on his lap without ever pulling out of her. Behind the newcomer, Yù Qíng followed the movement, raising her own torso and pressing the girl's pale back against her chest. Her arms wrapped around Bái Wǎn's waist, pinning her tightly against her husband's hot, rigid chest.
Bái Wǎn was completely crushed between the two.
Zhì Yuǎn drove his hips upward.
The rhythm doubled. Short, dense, and heavy thrusts lifted her small body with every impact. The Primordial Mill spun in desperation. The limit broke.
Until that moment, Zhì Yuǎn had been releasing Yang in measured amounts, feeding her cultivation without overloading her. Now, with the Law about to be born, he stopped holding back.
The first large discharge of seed and concentrated Yang exploded at the bottom of Bái Wǎn's womb.
The girl threw her head back with a sharp, long scream:
"Ahhhhhh…!"
Zhì Yuǎn leaned forward and captured her mouth in a brutal kiss, muffling the rest of the scream.
Even so, muffled sounds escaped between their joined lips:
"Nhmph…! Mmmh… ahn…"
Zhì Yuǎn continued unloading inside her. The second spurt came right after. The third followed immediately. The volume and dense Qi pushed her newly formed physique beyond its limit.
It was at that exact moment that the Law of Serenity was born.
A silent wave of energy burst from Bái Wǎn's Law Sea, first passing through Zhì Yuǎn's body. For a brief moment, the man felt that absolute peace pass through him — as if something within his own existence had been touched. The wave met no resistance. It continued forward, escaping through the opening of the Secret Realm and spreading across the outside world like an invisible tide.
Tens of thousands of kilometers around, peace descended abruptly and strangely.
A mountain tiger that was hunting prey stopped mid-leap, the killing instinct vanishing from its mind for a few seconds. Two rival sect disciples who were arguing with swords drawn suddenly lost their fire of anger, looking at each other with confused expressions, as if they no longer understood why they had been about to kill each other. An old decades-long grudge between two cultivator families suddenly seemed, for an instant, ridiculous and meaningless. Even distant spiritual beasts raised their heads, sensing a quietude that did not belong to this world.
Inside the tent, Zhì Yuǎn's thrusts slowed for a second.
He felt the wave pass through him and, for a brief moment, his hips lost their strength. But immediately afterward, he resumed driving with even greater intensity, as if he wanted to seal that Law with his own body.
The girl came in a violent convulsion, a long, muffled cry escaping against his lips:
"Mmmphhh…! Nghhhhh…!"
Her small legs shook hysterically around his waist while her inner walls milked him with desperate spasms. Bái Wǎn's consciousness faded in the middle of the kiss.
The newcomer's limp body collapsed against Zhì Yuǎn's chest, head lolling to the side, mouth slightly open, and eyes rolled upward.
Even unconscious, hoarse little moans slipped from her lips with every heavy thrust:
"Ah… ngh… ah…"
Weak, broken, almost automatic sounds, while her body still trembled faintly.
He did not stop.
Plap… plap… plap…
Zhì Yuǎn continued cumming inside the unconscious girl, the heavy and constant rhythm making her body tremble weakly with every impact. He raised his face, his dark eyes meeting Yù Qíng's right behind her. The first wife smiled with malice, licking the sweat and nibbling on Bái Wǎn's neck.
Zhì Yuǎn held her jaw and pulled her into a dirty, dominant kiss. Yù Qíng purred against his mouth, tightening her grip on Bái Wǎn's waist to keep her pinned between them while her husband continued fucking the unconscious newcomer. Their saliva mixed, and the wet sound of the thrusts filled the air.
A few steps from the bed, Yù Méi tossed the pit of another fruit onto the ground. The youngest stood up, cracking her knuckles with impatience. Mò Yán had already begun undressing, her fair skin flushed with a deep reddish hue after rubbing herself so much while watching her husband devour the newest of them.