Demons Travel the World

Within the dark, gloomy forest, a spherical
entity . Threads of mist swirled and rolled back and forth, as if vying for something; each thread seemed to possess
its own will, refusing to yield to its kind and fighting to the bitter end.
A hundred miles away, on a hilltop, a handsome young man in a Taoist robe stood tall, hands clasped behind his back, head
held high, watching the dark clouds gradually gathering in the sky.
It didn't know what it was, nor who it was; all it knew was that it had to suppress its
kind to avoid its fate of disappearance. What kept it going was an inexplicable thought,
a mad, resentful urge towards "females."
At the center of the swirling clouds, the shape of an eye had formed, and faint streaks of lightning appeared around it. "
Calamity Clouds," is how cultivators throughout the world refer to these dark clouds. The eye at their center represents
a great calamity, a cataclysmic event caused by the power of a single individual. Whoever survives
this will advance from "Immortal" to "Deity Transformation," reaching the pinnacle of this realm.
The changes a hundred miles away have already affected the forest. The news of the impending catastrophe
spread to every living thing in the forest. All creatures emanated
fear of this natural disaster, and the number of negative thoughts and emotions within them increased nearly
tenfold .
A thunderclap suddenly erupted, and a white lightning bolt appeared beside the calamity clouds, instantly striking the young man on the cliff. But
the young man seemed oblivious, unaware of the lightning striking him. Miraculously, his posture remained
completely hit by lightning.
As the tribulation began, the powerful spiritual energy contained within the tribulation lightning spread across an area of hundreds of miles. Each
strike of lightning caused the small creatures in the forest to tremble; the power of the tribulation
was , and even the slightest air vibration was enough to kill them. The sphere, which
had taken a thousand years to reach its current size, had doubled in size due to the immense panic it was experiencing, and its color
had turned jet black due to the significantly increased density of the threads within it.
The young man paid no heed to the initial tribulation lightning. Those who had "entered the Dao" communicated with heaven and earth, using their
power for their own benefit; this level was not afraid of these initial tribulation lightning strikes, let alone the "immortal" level, a level even deeper than "entering the Dao,
" who could assimilate with heaven and earth, their bodies merging with the world.
Devouring, devouring, and devouring again—all the threads within the sphere did was devour. For
these threads, which had existed within the sphere for nearly a thousand years and had endured countless devourings, the newly arrived threads were simply
dishes of food, pure and imbued with refined energy—the best nourishment for them. Less than
half a day after the tribulation began, only five strands of intent, far surpassing the others, remained within the sphere. Whenever these strands swept over,
newly formed threads were absorbed, making them even stronger.
The white lightning had ceased, and the tribulation clouds began to swirl once more,
stirring the surrounding spiritual energy. Although it hadn't yet begun again, it was clear that the next wave of attack would be far more ferocious than the previous
one. At this moment, the young man opened his tightly closed eyes, gazing arrogantly at the tribulation clouds gathering energy above
, as if only the impending lightning strikes were worthy of his attention.
The grayish-black sphere was slightly expanding and contracting, like the rhythm of breathing. A "
demon fetus" that had begun to breathe appeared, and upon closer inspection, one could see that only three jet-black entities remained inside, while
numerous threads floated back and forth in the gaps between them. The three remaining wills
began to organize themselves, expelling the large amount of foreign thoughts absorbed in a short period of time. The
will with a frenzied resentment towards "female" used this as a basis to continuously absorb new energy and rapidly strengthen
itself.
In the clouds beside the eye of the tribulation, blue and silver lightning bolts crashed down, as thick as bowls.
The young man, who had been standing calmly, letting the lightning strike without a care, showed surprise in his eyes. In the Nascent Soul Tribulation he knew
, two different types of lightning had never appeared at the same time, yet before him, blue and silver
lightning, which should have appeared separately, were falling mixed together. This was because defending against two different types of lightning at the same time required extremely sophisticated methods
, and the expenditure of spiritual energy was several times that of dealing with a single type of lightning. Therefore,
the true essence that had been reserved in preparation for the final wave of golden lightning tribulation had to be used prematurely, otherwise it would be
harmed .
Only one will remained within the demonic embryo, having devoured the soul power of the other wills. It had transformed into
a thick, inky black mist, reconstructing its body according to its memories—a body between illusion and reality
. Based on the appearance of a spider, but with an additional tail layered around its abdomen, each segment
extending sharp spikes, a tail that could be used as a weapon. Once its body was complete, it would break free and become
a true "demon."
Eighty-one silver-blue lightning bolts still couldn't break through the youth's defenses, but he could only
face this result with a bitter smile. The golden bead floating above his head only shone at half its original light. The Lightning Control Bead, crafted with countless efforts by
the youth , was originally intended as a trump
card to be used only in the final wave of lightning tribulation. Faced with this wondrous double lightning tribulation, the young man had no choice but to use this treasure for assistance. The problem was that the Lightning Control Pearl, now
mostly , would be much less effective against the Golden Lightning Tribulation, greatly increasing his pressure and making his advancement to the Nascent Soul stage even more
difficult.
The spider demon, formed through the heavenly tribulation, could still sense
the terrifying energy contained within, even though it was a hundred miles away. Faced with divine wrath, the weak creature could only find a place to hide and
wait for the tribulation to pass.
In a mountain range in the west, atop a palace-like building, a woman in palace attire stood
at the palace gate, her eagle-like eyes fixed intently on the location of the Nascent Soul tribulation. Behind her stood four men and
women in Daoist robes. As Nascent Soul True Monarchs, they naturally sensed the tribulation's appearance, but due to
the vast difference in their strength, they couldn't accurately understand the situation and could only look at
the woman . Because this woman has broken through to the Dao realm and truly touched the origin of the world, she is called "the person closest to an immortal" by all the
cultivators . Apart from the young man who is undergoing tribulation,
she has the highest cultivation level among all the cultivators in Lingdong.
The woman's eyes were now solely focused on the Heavenly Tribulation. She concentrated entirely on
sensing , hoping to glean even the slightest insight from it,
which would greatly benefit her breakthrough to the Enlightenment Realm. Furthermore, the Nascent Soul Heavenly Tribulation was also known as the final Heavenly Tribulation; overcoming it would guarantee advancement to the Nascent Soul stage and becoming the world's
strongest being. The influence of a Nascent Soul expert with a million-year lifespan on their future was immense.
Dark clouds swirled above the youth's head, and the Tribulation Eye slightly enlarged, clearly indicating to those below that the
upcoming lightning strike would far surpass any other being of the same level. Then, suddenly, a golden
bolt of lightning, only slightly thicker than a needle tip, struck down from the Tribulation Eye, its target the earnest-looking youth.
In the silence, without a sound of thunder, the golden lightning fell far faster than
the speed of sound. Its immense power and the laws it contained allowed it to disregard all obstacles erected by the youth;
any defense was destroyed before it, then transformed into part of the heavenly lightning, striking directly at its original master.
The entire world seemed to tremble the moment the golden lightning struck. Those with lower abilities only felt the air
tighten for a moment. But those with higher abilities felt it more deeply. All the Nascent
Soul cultivators across the entire Lingdong region felt that brief instant; they couldn't sense the omnipresent spiritual energy. Fortunately, the situation quickly
returned to normal, but it had already given them a fright.
The woman, who had reached the Dao Entry Realm, saw everything more clearly than the others. Just now, her Cloud Eye had
concentrated all the spiritual energy generated in the world at that moment, integrating it into a single lightning strike that blasted towards the young man.
Immortals can mobilize the spiritual energy of heaven and earth for their own use, and can use and modify the laws of heaven and earth for attacks. When pushed to
their , they can even erase some of the laws. However, all these methods were useless against this lightning needle. No matter
how many laws the young man erased or how many theorems he modified in this space, the power of the lightning easily restored everything
, unable to stop the golden lightning from falling.
Destruction. The only thing the golden lightning did upon contact with the youth was destruction. The powerful current ravaged his
hard-won , and triggering the massive spiritual energy accumulated within his body
to explode continuously from his meridians. Similarly, his nascent soul, born from the fusion of soul and spiritual energy, was now riddled
with holes ; no one would believe this was the nascent soul of a Celestial Lord.
With both body and soul suffering, the youth was sustained by only one belief: "
To survive." To achieve his goal, he needed to find a way to dispel the effects of the heavenly lightning. The problem was that all his methods
were ineffective against the lightning; perishing in this tribulation seemed to be his only fate.
Heaven is fair. The youth believed himself to possess the "Phoenix Cry Body," with cultivation aptitude far exceeding ordinary people. Furthermore, his
"Raging Phoenix Profound Yang Technique" had produced four Nascent Soul cultivators, further convincing him that the Nascent Soul tribulation was nothing to fear,
at most three to four times stronger than the Immortal Formation tribulation. Unfortunately, he only realized now that
even the final golden lightning tribulation, capable of destroying everything, was enough to kill him.
"So be it, so be it. Tens of thousands of years of arduous cultivation, I never imagined it would be so easily defeated." The young man was
the oldest living cultivator on this land, his cultivation unfathomable, possessing the power to move rivers and overturn seas
. But at this moment, he truly felt a sense of resignation. Everything he was so proud of was utterly fragile before the golden lightning tribulation
. His supernatural powers were nothing but insignificant under the heavenly tribulation. He simply couldn't understand why his
predecessors could break through, while he could only be reduced to ashes under the lightning tribulation, waiting for the next life to start anew.
Just as he thought he could only hope for an afterlife, hoping to start anew, his soul, already mostly destroyed
, suddenly had a flash of inspiration. In an instant, he completely expelled the golden lightning that had been wreaking havoc within his body, utterly uncontrollable. As
the last wisp of golden lightning left his body, the dark clouds in the sky completely dispersed, and the dazzling sunlight shone on the earth once more
. At the same time, the whole world seemed to tremble once more, as if bowing to someone.
"Haha...haha..." the young man coughed and laughed, "So the so-called 'Nascent Soul Transformation' is
so simple. I understand, ha, I understand."
His body, which was covered in holes from the explosion of spiritual energy, was recovering at an astonishing speed,
returning . The young man also felt a strange power being implanted into his body during the recovery, making his
already incredibly strong body even stronger.
Although the physical wounds had healed, the problem was that his soul was mostly destroyed. This was not something that could be easily
cured , even though he had now broken through to the Nascent Soul Transformation realm and could re-establish the "rules" within his control,
he could not cure it all at once.
Slightly releasing his divine sense, the young man planned to find a quiet place to recuperate properly. Suddenly, he
sensed a "demon" composed purely of soul power, a newly born
fawn that hadn't yet had much contact with the world—perfect nourishment for him.
In the next instant, the young man appeared in the forest,
grabbing , and teleported to his chosen hiding place.
With a wave of his left hand towards the cave entrance, a series of restrictions were cast, separating the cave from the outside world,
creating a small, independent realm.
After setting everything up, a sharp pain shot through the young man's body. It wasn't a physical problem, but
rather the result of the restrictions originating from his newly acquired power, which had further aggravated his damaged soul,
causing an unbearable agony.
With a sigh, the young man watched the spider fawn struggle desperately in his hand, trying to escape. But
with a burst of power, the spider fawn's body was severely impacted, its hard shell cracking open.
Seeing the demon's body so sturdy, the young man was overjoyed. This meant it contained a massive amount of
soul power, a great tonic for his severely damaged nascent soul and depleted soul power. He
unleashed his palm force again, this time forcefully shattering the spider demon's embryo with overwhelming power, transforming it back
into ethereal spiritual threads. The young man didn't give the threads a chance to reform; with a flick of his hand, the
tattered soul flew out from the top of its head and began absorbing the spiritual threads.
The tiny figure, about a foot in size, should have looked exactly like him, but now not a single part of its body was intact. Its
severely damaged face only vaguely resembled the young man. However, all of this
slowly healed after the spider demon's threads were absorbed. The pure soul power, after being devoured, quickly transformed into the young man's possession. But an unexpected event occurred that the young man
hadn't anticipated.
In the youth's mind, the obsession carried by the young demon posed no threat to him. Any
kind of resentment would vanish under his powerful divine sense, turning into nothingness. However, this demon harbored
only : "resentment towards females," a simple yet frenzied resentment. More importantly, "females,"
or rather, "women," were indispensable to the youth,
coinciding In its tens of thousands of years of life, it had been with countless women; in the early stages of its cultivation alone, it had been with hundreds of
women of various kinds.
If the youth were at its peak, even if this resentment were ten times stronger, it would only be
expelled from his body under his powerful divine sense, becoming a tiny link in the earth's veins.
Unfortunately, the youth's nascent soul was severely injured. Therefore, although the young demon's body and soul were gone, its
sole will resonated with a part of the youth's soul under these special circumstances, causing the youth's desires
to grow, involuntarily leading him to reflect on his past with various women. Accompanied by
the soul power imbued with a woman's resentment, flowing throughout the nascent soul along the cultivation technique, this union of true essence and soul was not only
repaired but also unconsciously integrated into the young man's being, slowly but surely influencing his thoughts.
Fifty years is a lifetime for most mortals, but in this spiritual mountain in the south,
a handsome young man who appeared to be only fifteen or sixteen years old, dressed in a loose-fitting Taoist robe, emerged from a cave.
With , a graceful figure, and a half-smile on his face, his phoenix eyes were captivating, making him look like a
young girl dressed as a man disguised as a Taoist priest.
This young man was the cultivator who, fifty years ago, had passed the Nascent Soul Tribulation and officially reached the pinnacle of this world. After being tempered by lightning
, his Phoenix Body was purified. The remaining trace of masculinity was refined
, allowing the unique characteristics of the Phoenix Body to be fully realized. Aside from his completely flat chest and genitals, his
boneless body, slightly fragrant physique, and smooth, creamy skin far surpassed
those .
However, the biggest change in these fifty years was his state of mind. A simple and singular desire for women had
become the dominant force in his heart. He indulged in wanton acts against women, viewing them merely as objects for his own amusement and manipulation
. This Nascent Soul cultivator, the strongest cultivator on the Lingdong land, capable not only of overturning rivers and seas but also of
carving out worlds centered around himself, was actually influenced by a newly born demon, his mind forced to
assimilate with it—a truly bizarre occurrence.
Having recovered from the injuries sustained during the Nascent Soul Tribulation, and having abstained from women for fifty years, he harbored an intense
craving for them, especially strong and proud female cultivators, who were the most suitable objects for his torment. Having made
his decision , the young man immediately released his divine sense, instantly surveying all the cultivators on the entire land worthy of his observation
, before disappearing in front of the cave.
When he reappeared, he was in front of a
palace . For someone who had just used the method of breaking and creating laws to achieve a journey of tens of thousands of miles in an instant, this achievement
greatly pleased him. He was now standing before the door of the person closest to him in this realm,
the Red Spirit Dao Lord, known as "the person closest to an immortal," a woman with a "Dragon's Roar Appearance" far surpassing that of a genius. More importantly, she was a proud woman, a powerful woman who, with her unparalleled talent and strength, had suppressed all male cultivators
in this patriarchal society . "Those who attain the Dao can live to be ten thousand years old." For , her strength is indeed something to be proud of. But it is precisely because of her strength that she can see more things , things that are extremely important but cannot be perceived by those at the Nascent Soul stage. Without any hesitation, Hong Ling immediately went out to greet the other party upon learning that they had arrived at her sect. Even disregarding the fact that the other party had successfully transcended the tribulation and advanced to the Divine Transformation stage, their original cultivation level and status as the only Immortal Lord in the Lingnan region were enough for Hong Ling to leave the mountain gate to greet them. Seeing this woman, who was said to be closest to his own cultivation level, the young man suddenly felt excited. Just thinking about that beautiful face, which had long held a high position due to her great strength and therefore exuded confidence and majesty, now crying and begging for mercy beneath him, gave him enough reason to take action. Not long after, the four Nascent Soul stage cultivators with the deepest cultivation in the sect, besides Hong Ling, also arrived and stood behind her to show their respect. "Not bad, we'll catch two bitches today." A lewd smile appeared on his handsome face. Before the other party could react, a barrier separating heaven and earth was already cast, allowing the ensuing battle to take place in an environment entirely under the young man's control. The four Nascent Soul cultivators immediately sensed something was wrong. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth, which they had always obeyed, was now completely unusable . If they wanted to cast spells, they could only use their own spiritual energy as the sole source of output. However, even if they transformed a large amount of spiritual energy into true essence and further combined it with their souls to form a Nascent Soul, its reserves would have an upper limit. Without replenishment , it would eventually run out, leaving them helpless. While the four were still in shock, Hong Ling had already launched an attack. Although she already knew that her attack would be ineffective, the current situation did not allow her to make any other decisions. Attacking and defeating the opponent was the only option. Hong Ling pointed her jade hand forward, and countless flying needles flashing with red light immediately surged from her sleeve. The entire set of "Flame Rain Needles," numbering as many as 1,024, carried Hong Ling Daojun's true essence and a small amount of law power as it attacked the opponent. The difference in their cultivation levels determined the outcome of the battle. The once incredibly fast flying needles became as slow as snails before falling to the ground with a series of clear, crisp clattering sounds. Although she was mentally prepared for defeat, Hong Ling hadn't expected her second-grade imitation spiritual weapon to be so vulnerable . No signal of attack came from the flying needles; it was as if they had exhausted their energy and stopped flying to land. "The rules... the rules are different..." Hong Ling murmured as she watched the flying needles fall to the ground. After all, she had reached the first level of the glimpse into the Dao realm, able to sense the rules of the world and even slightly alter them. In response, the young man slightly flicked his finger, and a strange suction force that shook the Nascent Soul stage acted directly on the five of them . Because of her higher cultivation level, Hong Ling managed to stabilize her Nascent Soul with a little effort, but the four juniors, who were only at the Nascent Soul stage, had their Nascent Souls forcibly extracted, their bodies limply lying on the ground.

Translucent threads emerged from the youth's back, easily piercing his body. However,
these threads were incredibly sticky to the nascent souls, making them impossible to escape once they touched them.
The threads four infant-like nascent souls.
With a thought, the spiderweb transformed from simply binding to entanglement, forcibly
splitting the nascent souls belonging to the three male cultivators in two. These were then sent into the youth's body as spiritual nourishment. The only
female cultivator, after completely binding her nascent soul with the threads, returned it to her body.
"No… don't look anymore…" The nascent soul female cultivator cried out immediately upon returning to her body,
her eyes filled with terror. Although Hong Ling didn't know what had happened, she was certain the method used was related to the threads
that
no hope of victory whatsoever, only hoping that the other party would find it too time-consuming and leave on their own.
However, things were developing in a direction Hongling least wanted to believe. Her junior sister, Lan Yu, the only female
Nascent Soul cultivator in the sect, and currently Hongling's only surviving companion besides herself, had
her eyes, which had been bloodshot with fear, completely lose their luster after a scream. She slowly raised her
hand towards Hongling, launching an attack on her senior sister. A small sword, crackling with white lightning, shot straight towards Hongling
.
Although Lan Yu's attack posed no threat to Hongling, it clearly showed her that
her opponent was a powerful being with special control magic. If she wasn't careful, she would end up like
her junior sister, a puppet, her cultivation and supernatural powers reduced to someone else's weapon.
"Bitch, don't struggle. Just be a good dog like your junior sister and become my dog. If you
please me, I'll even give you a bone." Watching Hongling fight with all her might, the young man merely smiled mockingly
, controlling Lan Yu to fight her using only his divine sense.
The Nascent Soul and Dao Entry realms have always been considered the greatest gap between cultivators. No matter how many
Nascent Soul experts attack, even if the cultivator has only just begun to grasp the Dao realm, the victor will always be the Dao Entry cultivator.
However the intensity of the battle between Hong Ling and Lan Yu far exceeds the imagination of ordinary cultivators.
Incredibly, Lan Yu, only at the Nascent Soul level, is gaining the upper hand!
This is something only those who have advanced to the Dao realm would know. Simply comparing spiritual energy and true essence, the difference between a
Nascent Soul Monarch and a Dao Monarch is actually very small. The reason for such a huge difference in combat power
lies in their utilization of the world's rules. Dao Entry cultivators can communicate with heaven and earth. Although they themselves don't grow much, in battle,
one side can obtain the entire world as support, while the other can only fight alone, making the outcome
obvious.
While Lan Yu's body is currently fighting, she is controlled by someone who has reached the Divine Transformation realm and can construct their own world's rules at
will . Therefore, when power is equal, the control over the rules becomes the key
to determining superiority. The three are in a space constructed by the young man from his original world, where the rules are naturally
different. Furthermore, Hong Ling knows that Lan Yu is merely being controlled, and that everything is not his own will, making her actions even more restrained
.
However, her body, having only recently gained control, cannot fully utilize
the power . Moreover, this body has never encountered such a profound method of application, thus
unable to display even one percent of its power.
"Lan Yu, wake up!" Hong Ling struggles against the storm of attacks, desperately hoping to
awaken Lan Yu's consciousness; the bond of over a thousand years of friendship is irreplaceable.
Ring after ring is unleashed from Lan Yu's hands, numerous rings of low power spinning towards Hong
Ling. Whenever Hong Ling makes a mistake or opens a gap, the previously released flying sword immediately strikes, like a hidden
venomous snake, each strike yielding a result. Unable to gain the upper hand
after a prolonged struggle, Lan Yu, under her opponent's control, ripped open her collar, revealing her breasts. Both
peaks were adorned with rosy nipples, appearing even more alluring against her snow-white skin. Her
full breasts bounced up and down with
each captivating. Coupled with Lan Yu's expressionless, delicate face, one could easily mistake her for someone
who considered exposing her breasts commonplace, feeling no shame whatsoever.
In contrast, Hong Ling, witnessing Lan Yu's doll-like expression
and her brazen display of her breasts like a prostitute, was undoubtedly a significant blow to her. Fortunately,
the profound cultivation techniques of the Xuanmen sect
, honed over a thousand years, possessed a unique ability to control one's state of mind. At this critical juncture, Hong Ling managed to maintain a sliver of clarity, preventing her from being completely consumed by rage. This last vestige of clarity constantly reminded her that she absolutely could not
lose her composure due to anger; she had to calm down to find the opportunity that shouldn't exist.
Gradually, she tightened her defenses, reducing the distance. However
, being closer to herself meant fewer changes to the rules, making it even
more difficult .
"Bitch, it seems you really cherish your junior sister. But does she value you as much?"
the young man, who had been observing, spoke up, his eyes fixed on Hong Ling with a playful expression
, eagerly anticipating the performance to come.
Under the young man's control, Lan Yu used his natal magic weapon to fight three times. Because the natal magic weapon was connected to
his soul , Lan Yu's nascent soul, which had been weakly struggling, completely subsided, clearly indicating that his soul had been damaged and
he had to enter a state of dormancy to heal.
With Lan Yu's last resistance gone, control of her body completely fell into the young man's hands. Lacking the original owner
's will to resist, the young man fully utilized this Nascent Soul female cultivator's body. Its power
instantly increased by nearly 20%, making Hong Ling's defense even more difficult.
Just as Lan Yu had almost completely suppressed Hong Ling, she suddenly jumped back, half-squatting and spreading her thighs
outwards in a V-shape, her bare upper body raised straight up, rubbing her face against
the young man's feet like a dog.
"Good girl." The young man reached out and stroked Lan Yu's neatly combed hair, his eyes filled with admiration: "
Women are as cheap as pigs and dogs; this is how they should act around men."
Hong Ling's anger was inevitably ignited, burning away her remaining rationality. The young man's...
Every action, every word, pushed her to the limit of her patience, determined to drive her to the brink of madness.
"You say women are as worthless as pigs and dogs, then what is your mother, and what are you, born of a woman
?" Hong Ling wasn't the kind of person who, despite her talent, would shrink from difficulties and dangers; otherwise,
she wouldn't have been able to break through to the Nascent Soul realm. Therefore, although this was merely a verbal exchange, it was another
battle Unable to defeat her by force, she could only choose to outsmart her.
"What a joke! That bitch never even considered me worthy of respect. Millions of years ago, I made her
taste the pleasures of soul refining, making her yearn for her soul to be scattered." The problem was that her opponent was an extraordinary being
, a rare talent that might only appear once every hundreds of thousands of years.
This time, the young man personally intervened, three white threads flicking from his fingertips, easily piercing Hong Ling's body and directly
binding her Nascent Soul. With each flick of the young man's white fingers, Hong Ling's primordial spirit was pulled out bit by bit
, until finally, a Nascent Soul resembling a young girl was forcibly dragged out of her body.
"You win..." Realizing she had been forcibly removed and bound by those unique threads,
Hong Ling's nascent soul said, "You can do whatever you want, but please spare my disciples.
A sect without a Nascent Soul cultivator to guard it will soon be devoured by other sects."
In response, a thread pierced her nascent soul. As it penetrated her body, memories
flashed , replaying rapidly like a revolving lantern. Certain special events would trigger repeated
replays. At this moment, Hong Ling finally understood what Lan Yu meant by "don't look." Clearly, the young man had been
repeatedly reliving Lan Yu's unwanted past. Finally, Hong Ling's consciousness froze, she completely lost
all feeling, and fell into a dark dream from which she would never awaken.
After restraining Hong Ling as well, the young man also separated his nascent soul from his body. Simultaneously, under his control,
Lan Yu, now a doll, removed the remaining clothes from his body and lay flat on the ground. Two nascent souls floated down from the sky.
The young nascent soul, resembling an adult, reached out and embraced the little girl-like nascent soul of Hong Ling. The naked nascent souls
embraced in their most primal state.
After embracing Hong Ling's nascent soul, the adult-shaped nascent soul easily inserted its penis, composed of spiritual energy and soul power,
between the nascent soul's groin. Upon insertion, a spider mark appeared on its chest—
the soul imprint of the nascent demon who had assimilated with this Nascent Soul cultivator. After the imprint appeared, the nascent soul's penis rapidly transformed, becoming a scorpion tail
within .
The scorpion tail, covered in spikes and capable of free movement, easily resonated with Hong Ling's spirit.
Each spike radiated aggressive soul power, directly twisting Hong Ling's mind with its divine intent.
After a long while, the young man finally pulled out the scorpion-tailed penis. Even more strikingly, fragments of soul energy dripped from it,
instantly vanishing into the void. Then, the young man's nascent soul pushed the red spirit's nascent soul back into his body.
"Red spirit, the bitch, greets her master." Once the nascent soul had re-fused with her body, Red Spirit Daoist immediately sprang to all fours
, her forehead pressed firmly to the ground, her buttocks raised high and swaying from side to side.
"I have a question for you. Have you ever seen a dog that can wear clothes?" the young man said with a smile.
"Woof! No, Red spirit is going to take off her clothes now." Her slender, jade-like fingers untied her clothes, and while
lying on the ground, she removed one garment after another, finally pulling down even her undergarment, revealing her
fair and beautiful body to the other man.
Between the high, white buttocks, one could see Hong Ling's private parts as a woman. Between her equally white and
plump lips, bright red labia tightly closed her honeypot, but this
posed no problem to the young man who already controlled everything about Hong Ling. He simply unzipped his pants, and his penis immediately
stood erect . Then he bent down, placed the tip of his penis against the outside of her honeypot, and finally thrust forward. His thick penis
forced open the entrance, surging upwards through the already slightly moist passage.
Due to the intrusion of the foreign object, her body instinctively contracted, and her honeypot, having just lost its virginity, pressed tightly against his penis, allowing
the young man to savor the virgin essence that Hong Ling had preserved for over a thousand years. The dual sensations of cold and warmth assaulted
the young man 's penis, and the two different yet interacting pleasures made him even happier.
Like a king looking down from above, the young man thrust into Hong Ling repeatedly from above, each time fully
inserted and withdrawn. The originally glistening nectar foamed layer upon layer under the constant friction, and then
a trace of pale red flowed from her honeyed orifice.
Lan Yu, also under control, knelt behind the young man, her bright red tongue extending from her delicate mouth,
licking her scrotum incessantly, bringing the young man double pleasure. And whenever the tip of her tongue brushed against the young man's perineum,
it would send him a tingling and numbing pleasure, making him feel even more frenzied ecstasy.
With continuous thrusting, the pleasure was also raised to an indescribable peak, and the young man's hands tightly
gripped Hong Ling's slender waist. After making all the preparations, the young man thrust his waist forward again, released his ejaculation, and directly
ejaculated inside the woman's body.
The most basic thing of ejaculation inside the body, but under the young man's control, each ejaculation became a bullet,
carrying strong spiritual energy, directly impacting Hong Ling's uterus, forcing her to orgasm again and again.
A new cultivation sect has emerged in the southern part of Lingdong. Its members are all female cultivators, each
clad only in a thin outer garment. The delicate features of their feminine bodies are faintly visible beneath the veil, and their undisguised allure, coupled with
the captivating charm in their eyes, causes many male cultivators to suffer heavy losses in battle.
In this patriarchal world, this sect, seemingly composed entirely of female cultivators, has dominated for nearly a thousand years before
gradually declining in power. However, thanks to their expertise in alchemy, healing, and artifact crafting, as well as the natural spiritual
energy within their sect, they remain the largest sect in the increasingly depleted spiritual energy of Lingdong. Their name is "Mingyao Sect."

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