Ten years passed like a single, endless night of jade beds and golden fire.
The cultivation world had changed beyond recognition. Righteous sects bowed when the Yang Dragon passed overhead on phoenix wings. Demon lords sent tribute of rare Yin herbs and veiled invitations. Beast tribes roared his name in mating festivals. Imperial edicts named him Guardian of the Realm. Even the Holy Church rewrote doctrines—chastity now "balanced harmony," with fallen saintesses revered as oracles of true light.
Wei Chen's fortress had become a floating citadel—ancient ruin raised into the heavens by primal earth and iron discipline, warded eternal by frost, shadow, and holy veils. Inside its sunlit halls, his complete pride lived, loved, and grew stronger.
Wei Chen stood on the highest balcony, robes open to warm winds, golden sun brand blazing steady on his chest. Ten strands hummed eternal—power ascendant, overload mastered into endless Yang that fed realms, not consumed him.
Below in the grand garden—blooming phoenix thorns and shadow lotuses—his women gathered. Children's laughter echoed: fierce tiger-kin cubs wrestling with phoenix-blooded heirs, tiny shadow twins vanishing and reappearing in games, iron-disciplined toddlers marching toy soldiers.
Lin Xue watched them serene, silver hair longer now, frost qi weaving gentle snowflakes for play. Su Mei lounged nearby, crimson silks barely covering curves still addictive after years. Yu chased cubs laughing primal deep. Zhao Ling's phoenix wings sheltered nursing infants. Tie Lan drilled older children in sword forms, iron pride in her eyes. Madam Feng tended thorn gardens, mature beauty richer with time. Xi blessed the young with fallen holy light, halo bright and free. Shadow and Echo moved mirrored through the chaos—teaching stealth games, violet eyes devoted mirrors.
They felt him watching—heads turning as one, smiles warm invitation.
Wei Chen descended, pride closing instant—bodies pressing hungry, robes shedding swift. Years had only deepened desire; bond made every touch breakthrough.
He claimed them in the garden's heart—sunlight bathing bare skin, children safely napping under shadow veils.
Lin Xue first—pinned gentle to soft grass, cool channel welcoming deep as always. "Husband—eternal—" she moaned, frost walls milking slow climax that triggered ice-flame aura wider.
Su Mei next—scorching heat from behind, demonic ass bouncing addictive rhythm. "Fuck your demoness forever—" squirting crimson, corrosion refining realm wards stronger.
Yu primal tackled—beast ride savage, walls spasming feral as he bred deep. Cubs' mother roared devoted, primal essence rooting citadel higher.
Zhao Ling mid-air—phoenix wings wrapping, royal tightness fluttering rebirth hot. "My emperor—" golden squirting rebirth flames gilding the garden eternal.
Tie Lan disciplined against throne pillar—iron ass taking command-deep, walls clenching steel obedience. "Order me always—" climax forging new defenses unbreakable.
Madam Feng mature elegant—velvet core riding proud, full breasts heavy in his hands. "Thaw your matriarch—" thorn essence blooming flowers that sang his name.
Xi devoted on altar stone—fallen holy heat gripping light-tight, halo exploding forbidden sparks. "Corrupt your saintess—" sacred squirting blessing children's futures bright.
Shadow and Echo synchronized perfect—front and rear mirrored, twin walls elusive cool clenching identical. "Bind your shadows—" synchronized squirting veiling the pride in protective dusk.
Climaxes chained endless—moans harmonized ten voices, bodies arching sunlight, essence squirting waves painting grass sacred. Wei Chen at center—Yang endless flooding every channel turn by turn, seed thick and hot filling wombs that had borne his legacies, painting devoted skin in claiming ropes.
The complete sun peaked ultimate—shockwave rippling heavens, realms below feeling the ascension pulse. Minor immortals bowed distant. New stars ignited in his name.
They collapsed entangled—limbs woven, breaths syncing, children's laughter distant music.
Wei Chen kissed them slow—turn by turn, grateful eternal. "My pride. My heavens."
Ten voices answered devoted harmony. "Our dragon. Our everything."
The Yang Dragon's flame burned ascendant—no more ancient hungers, no more jealous hunters.
Only endless nights of jade beds, deeper bonds, legacies of fire and light.
And farther realms waiting—higher heavens whispering new adventures.
But for now, in sunlight and devotion, they rested complete.
The End of Book 1
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