Devastation of Saint Beauty

The lower realms, numbering three thousand, are vast and boundless. In one inconspicuous realm, an enormous planet was shrouded in layers of illusory barriers, concealing it within the endless void.
One day, suddenly, more than a dozen figures appeared in that area. After a brief silence, two of these figures abruptly unleashed an unparalleled aura, causing the starry sky to tremble. Streams of powerful and sharp energy burst forth from their bodies, all bombarding the hidden void. The overwhelming power caused the fragile space of the realm to shatter like thin paper, forming a massive spatial vortex. Under
this extremely powerful and violent attack, the layers of illusory barriers only lasted for a quarter of an hour before completely collapsing and dissipating into nothingness. In a twisting motion, a colossal planet with a diameter exceeding one hundred million miles abruptly appeared in the starry sky.
Having achieved their goal, the two suppressed their aura and oppressive power, moving swiftly to the side of one of the tall figures. They bowed slightly and said, "Your Highness Umo, the seal here has been broken. This planet ahead must be Tianyan Star." "Yes, this should be Tianyan Star." Looking at the planet before him, the Creation Saint Umo's eyes flashed with cold light, and his aura subtly sharpened. He said coldly:
"Ten thousand years ago, a Primordial Chaos caused our race to lose several top-tier Celestial Venerables; ten thousand years later, Lin Ming has become a major threat to our race. What is so special about this planet that it can give birth to so many miracles? Today, let me take a look." The Creation Saint turned to look at the group of Saint Clan powerhouses behind him and said calmly, "All of you, enter my personal cave." The two Saint Clan Celestial Venerables who had just attacked changed their expressions slightly: "Your Highness Umo, His Majesty the Holy Emperor has ordered us to protect Your Highness, how can we..." "A mere lower plane, could there be anything that could threaten this Saint? Do you think there could be a second Lin Ming?" The Creation Saint said calmly:
"Moreover, with my strength, even if a Celestial Venerable came, I could hold out for a while, and then you would naturally appear to protect me." The two Saint Clan Celestial Venerables knew the Creation Saint's character well, and seeing this, they could only nod helplessly and enter the Creation Saint's personal cave one by one with the group of Great Realm Kings. A moment later, only the Creation Saint Son remained in the void. He sneered, and with a flick of his wrist, transformed into a hazy phantom, heading towards Tianyan Star.
On Tianyan Star, the Creation Saint Son stood proudly in the sky, gazing around. He released his senses, and after a moment, shook his head disdainfully, saying, "Such meager primordial energy, crude inheritance, and lowly beings—I truly don't know how they could have created figures like Hunyuan and Lin Ming." The Creation Saint Son was filled with disappointment, feeling that his trip to the mortal realm had been a complete waste; he had truly overthought things. Just as he was about to withdraw his senses, suddenly, his expression changed, his indifferent gaze sharpening as he looked towards a distant point. There, the Creation Saint Son sensed a familiar aura. The owner of this aura had stolen his boundless halo, making him taste the bitterness of defeat. The Creation Saint Son wished he could tear him apart, extract his soul, and refine his marrow, but having received no news of him, he could only harbor empty resentment. Unexpectedly, this impulsive trip to the mortal realm yielded such a reward; truly, it was like finding a needle in a haystack.
"Lin Ming, you've chosen the path to hell, choosing the path to heaven. You delivered yourself to my doorstep, so don't blame me if you die!" The handsome face of the Creation Saint was beaming, yet chillingly cold. He was about to summon the Heavenly Venerable beside him when he suddenly noticed something amiss with Lin Ming's aura. It wasn't the usual powerful and expansive presence; instead, it had become incredibly dejected. His cultivation had also mysteriously plummeted to the early stage of the Saint Lord realm, and he seemed faintly weak, as if his lifespan was nearing its end.
The Creation Saint was greatly surprised. He suppressed his urge to summon the Heavenly Venerable and stood in the void, his expression uncertain. After a moment, he made his decision.
"Lin Ming, no matter how talented you are, you're only at the early stage of Saint Lord. I'm about to break through to Realm King, so I have nothing to fear from you. Let me see what you're up to." In a desolate wilderness, Lin Ming leaned against a rock, gulping down strong liquor. His face was etched with the marks of time, and his expression was utterly dejected, as if he no longer cared about anything. Just as Lin Ming was drinking, the void rippled three feet away from him, and the tall figure of the Creation Saint appeared before him, his cold, knife-like gaze scrutinizing him. However, Lin Ming seemed oblivious, continuing to drink as if nothing had happened. After
carefully sensing him, the Creation Saint confirmed that Lin Ming's cultivation had indeed plummeted, reaching only the early stage of Saint Lord, and that his aura was scattered, his life force weak and feeble, seemingly on the verge of death. Although the Creation Saint remained indifferent, countless questions swirled in his mind.
"Lin Ming, I never expected you to appear here, and in such a pathetic state. It truly disappoints me. I've always wanted to fight you again and avenge my humiliation, but now it seems unnecessary. You can't even withstand a single finger of mine. I truly don't know how you ended up like this." The Creation Saint spoke slowly, his words extremely arrogant, yet not particularly sarcastic. He too was a peerless hero of the Saint Clan. Although arrogant, ruthless, and cruel by nature, seeing his former formidable enemy, who had once overwhelmed him, in such a state of disarray, he felt a surge of satisfaction, yet also a sense of melancholy and many questions.
Lin Ming remained unresponsive, simply finishing the wine in his jar before slowly sitting up straight, raising his head to look up at the Creation Saint, his dim eyes seemingly devoid of life.
The Holy Son of Creation looked down at Lin Ming, as if a high god were looking down on a lowly ant, and said coldly, "It doesn't matter if you don't speak, you're going to die anyway, and the human race is doomed." Before he finished speaking, Lin Ming's wooden gaze suddenly changed. Although it was still somewhat dim, a sharp edge appeared, and the scattered and weak aura around him slowly gathered. At this moment, Lin Ming was like a severely wounded and dying lone wolf, facing a powerful enemy, about to make a desperate attack.
"What did you say?" Seeing Lin Ming's changed expression, the Holy Son of Creation was clearly extremely satisfied. He sneered,
"The Divine Realm has been conquered by my Holy Clan's army, and the Human Celestial Venerables who were covering the rear have all been executed. Of course, Shen Meng is an exception. Such a remarkable woman, I will naturally take her into my harem and let her enjoy the true pleasure of being a woman. Tsk tsk, the taste of the most beautiful woman of the human race is truly unforgettable. It's a pity that your human race has declined. Only I am worthy of her, hahahaha!" The Holy Son of Creation's handsome face was contorted with a ferocious and lewd expression. Seeing Lin Ming's face change drastically, he laughed arrogantly, feeling that most of the pent-up anger in his heart had been released. He continued,
"Moreover, those spirit ships that carried your human race's so-called hope have all been shot down by us. Your human race has no future!" Every word the Holy Son of Creation spoke was like a heavy hammer hitting Lin Ming's heart. When he finished speaking, all the color drained from Lin Ming's face. He abruptly raised his head, his gaze sharp and intense, staring intently at the Creation Saint: "Where's Xian'er? What have you done to her?" "Little Fairy, is it?" The Creation Saint grinned lewdly, saying, "That ungrateful woman, I really wanted to capture her and play with her in front of you, but she was lucky; she escaped after that spirit ship was destroyed. But where can she go? She's just
barely clinging to life; we'll catch her eventually." Hearing that Little Fairy was temporarily unharmed, Lin Ming felt a slight sense of relief, but this was quickly followed by a deep sense of powerlessness and despair. Humanity was now utterly defeated. Not only had the Celestial Venerables suffered heavy losses, but their leader, the Divine Dream Celestial Venerable, had also fallen into the clutches of evil, and was now likely living a life worse than death. The younger generation of elites had also been wiped out, and the remaining remnants were likely struggling to survive in the desolate, barbaric universe. The Creation Saint was right; humanity was truly doomed.
Lin Ming was filled with endless resentment. He resented the Holy Race for driving humanity to such a state, resented his own lack of strength, his powerlessness in the face of the calamity, and even more so, resented Sheng Mei for taking his soul power, leaving him practically a cripple, unable even to die a glorious death in battle, forced to eke out a living here, enduring both mental and physical torment. He hated the injustice of fate that had taken everything from him. At this moment, a mad thought suddenly arose in Lin Ming's hate-filled heart.
"Saint Mei, Soul Emperor, my human race is doomed, and you will not escape unscathed. I, Lin Ming, will endure the most excruciating torment in the world to make you pay a bloody price!" Filled with boundless hatred, Lin Ming met the Creation Saint Son's imposing gaze without flinching, and said, word by word, "Do you wish to surpass the Creation Saint Emperor and become the true, one and only Saint Emperor of the Holy Race?" The Creation Saint Son was taken aback, then smiled with interest, "Of course, no one dislikes supreme power and authority. What, you want to help me?" "That's right, I can help you." The Creation Saint Son laughed loudly, his mockery evident in his voice. Everyone could tell: "Lin Ming, have you lost your mind? It seems you've not only injured your body, but your brain isn't working properly either." Lin Ming ignored the Creation Saint's sarcasm and ridicule, and coldly said: "I'm not joking. I can not only make you surpass the Creation Saint Emperor, but I can even make your Holy Clan rise during this calamity, surpass the Soul Clan, and dominate the Thirty-Three Heavens. Now, I only ask you, do you want it or not?" The Creation Saint gradually stopped his mockery, his sword-like eyebrows twitching as he looked at Lin Ming's seemingly genuine appearance. Although he still felt that Lin Ming was indulging in wishful thinking, he vaguely sensed something. He said seriously: "I want it." "Alright, let's make a deal. I will give you what I just said, and in exchange, you must promise me that Xian'er will be safe and sound, and..." At this point, Lin Ming's face suddenly turned cold and ruthless, and the overwhelming hatred in his eyes even made the Creation Saint feel a little scared, and his body tensed subconsciously. Lin Ming's voice, seemingly emanating from an ancient glacier, was filled with deep-seated hatred as he spoke each word with deliberate force: "I want you to destroy the Soul Emperor, capture the Holy Beauty, and let her taste the feeling of having everything taken from her!" The tense body of the Creation Saint Child slowly relaxed as he looked at Lin Ming and suddenly said, "Holy Beauty? The Soul Empress Holy Beauty? I know, she's said to be the most stunning woman in the entire Thirty-Three Heavens. Heh, it seems your current state is due to her. It's truly intriguing. But do you have the qualifications to make a deal with me?
Your life and death are now in my hands. If I kill you and search your soul, I can obtain everything I desire." "I admit, I am no match for you now, but your Holy Clan is completely ignorant of the Dao of the Soul. With my attainments in the Dao of Divinity, although I am extremely weak now, believe it or not, if I don't want to, even your father, the Creation Saint Emperor, can't search my soul!" The Creation Saint Child's face gradually darkened. Although he was well aware of the power of the Creation Saint Emperor, as Lin Ming had said, the Saint Race was born with a great deficiency in their souls, and none of the True Gods throughout history had the inheritance or techniques for cultivating the soul. Lin Ming, however, cultivated essence, qi, and spirit, and his attainments in the path of divine cultivation were unfathomable. It was likely that, as Lin Ming said, even though the Creation Saint Emperor was strong, he still couldn't forcibly search Lin Ming's soul. He pondered for a moment, then finally spoke, "Alright, as long as the price you offer is sufficient, I can agree to your conditions." Lin Ming didn't budge an inch, staring intently at the Creation Saint Son, saying, "Words are meaningless." "Then I will swear an oath to the Demonic Heart!" The Creation Saint Son decisively swore an oath to the Demonic Heart, then coldly said, "Now, you can speak. I hope you're not lying to me, otherwise, I will not only make you wish you were dead, but even Little Demon Fairy will suffer a fate worse than death." "Do you know how I, a person from a lower realm, was able to grow to this point today?" Lin Ming didn't reveal any earth-shattering secrets, but instead asked first. The Creation Saint looked at him indifferently, his face expressionless. He had naturally been pondering this question as well. Lin Ming's growth trajectory was beyond miraculous; it was practically divine. The secrets surrounding him had remained unknown, but now, the truth was about to be revealed.
"It's because of this!" A deep black vortex suddenly appeared before Lin Ming, emanating an ancient and vast aura, as if possessing a bewitching power. The Creation Saint activated a secret technique, sealing his consciousness with his inner energy, his eyes fixed intently on the black vortex. Clearly, this seemingly mysterious phenomenon was the secret behind Lin Ming's existence. What was it?
The black vortex slowly rotated, and a small black cube, about an inch tall, slowly appeared. This mysterious object, though small, exuded an ancient and boundless aura, as if it were a universe in itself. The cube, though only an inch tall, was covered with countless mysterious patterns, as if containing the ultimate mysteries of heaven and earth, causing the Creation Saint's eyes to blaze with divine light. This was indeed one of the three divine artifacts—the Rubik's Cube. "This is your secret?
You've got some skill." The Creation Saint examined the Rubik's Cube, finally becoming slightly serious.
The black vortex suddenly disappeared, and the Rubik's Cube vanished as well, leaving Lin Ming leaning there, his face ashen. His soul power was almost completely depleted; even just slightly manifesting the Rubik's Cube without unleashing its full power had greatly exhausted him. He closed his eyes to rest for a moment before opening them, his already dim gaze becoming even more listless.
"It's called the Rubik's Cube. It made me who I am, and my current state is also related to it." "The Rubik's Cube, the Rubik's Cube, the Rubik's Cube..." The Creation Saint frowned, seemingly recalling something. Suddenly, his eyes widened, bursting with incredible brilliance. He grabbed Lin Ming by the collar and lifted him up, looking at his face with extreme excitement, even trembling slightly, asking, "Is it that kind of artifact? It's this one, the artifact that corresponds to the Primordial Spirit Pearl!" "That's right." "No wonder." The Creation Saint released him. Lin Ming, now trembling with excitement, exclaimed, "No wonder you, a mere native from the lower realm, could reach such heights, even surpassing me! It's all because of this divine artifact! Just as the Primordial Spirit Pearl brought Hunyuan to his level, you are even better than Hunyuan, all because of this Rubik's Cube. With it, plus my luck and talent, I will definitely become the true number one in the Thirty-Three Heavens! Hahahaha!" The Creation Saint laughed wildly, venting his ecstatic joy. Lin Ming, however, leaned against the rock, breathing weakly. A
full quarter of an hour passed before the Creation Saint suppressed his excitement, though his face was still flushed with emotion. He smiled at Lin Ming and said, "This divine artifact, the Rubik's Cube, brought you to your level, but what does this have to do with Shengmei?
What happened between you and her that made you like this?" Mentioning Shengmei, Lin Ming, despite his ashen complexion, still had a look of hatred on his face. He revealed everything about the secrets of the Asura Path, the Rubik's Cube, the Holy Scripture, the Soul Emperor, and Shengmei. Even the Holy Son of Creation, a peerless holy son of the Holy Clan, with a revered status and vast knowledge, was shocked by these successive earth-shattering secrets. Even after Lin Ming finished speaking, he remained utterly stunned.
"I never imagined that Saint Beauty, having taken your Eternal Soul, would also give you her primordial Yin body. To die beneath the peony flower is to die a romantic death, heh, Lin Ming, you are truly blessed. The name of the Soul Queen Saint Beauty is known to everyone in the Soul Clan and the Holy Clan; every man in the world desires to be with her. I never expected her to offer herself to you; truly unbelievable." Lin Ming remained with his eyes closed, ignoring the Holy Son of Creation's words. The Holy Son of Creation didn't seem to care, but continued to digest Lin Ming's words, pondering some of their implications.
"I've told you everything I needed to. The Asura Heavenly Path, the Holy Scripture, and the Magic Cube are enough to allow you to surpass your father, the Creation Saint Emperor. Even if he possesses the Primordial Spirit Pearl and can control the 'Wilderness,' you are still powerful enough to overpower him," Lin Ming said slowly. Looking at the Creation Saint Son's overjoyed expression, he frowned and said, "Although Saint Mei took my Eternal Soul this time, it will not be easy for her and the Soul Emperor to refine my soul power. They may need to go into seclusion for tens of thousands of years. During this time, if we can find him, the chances of severely injuring or even killing the Soul Emperor are extremely high. These strands of hair were left by Saint Mei. I know that your Holy Clan is proficient in the Dao of Cause and Effect. If a True God intervenes, based on the Saint Mei's residual aura on these strands of hair, we can find the Soul Emperor's seclusion location. With careful planning, we can defeat him in one battle." Lin Ming flicked his fingers and took out a strand of ice-blue hair from his ring, which still retained a cold and ethereal aura and a faint fragrance. These were some strands of hair that he had unconsciously pulled from Shengmei's head while they were having a passionate time together, and he never expected they would come in handy today.
"You know everything. Remember your vow, your promise!" Lin Ming's gaze suddenly intensified. The next moment, a faint purple light emanated from his body, and the mysterious Rubik's Cube reappeared beneath him, its strange patterns shimmering with light, as if it had come alive. This was Lin Ming burning his last bit of soul power to activate the Rubik's Cube. A humanoid soul shadow shot out from between his brows and disappeared into the Rubik's Cube. Under the influence of the mysterious power, it severed some of his memories, leaving only the contents of the Holy Scriptures and the Asura Heavenly Path, which gradually turned into pure soul fragments. As his soul left his body, Lin Ming's body slumped down as if his bones had been removed. Only one sentence remained in the air: "Remember what you promised me, remember!" At the moment Lin Ming's life force dissipated, in an endless, desolate place, a little fairy felt a tremor in her heart, as if someone important had left her.
The little fairy stroked her slightly protruding belly, then slumped weakly to the ground. Crystalline tears streamed down her exquisitely beautiful face as she murmured, "Brother Lin, Brother Lin..." Watching Lin Ming's lifeless body collapse, the Creation Saint remained silent. He then took Lin Ming's body and the Rubik's Cube away, before shattering the void and leaving the lower realm. Tianyan Star remained calm; the masses were completely unaware that just moments before, a momentous event had occurred that would change the entire Thirty-Three Heavens forever.
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Three hundred years later.
In the Sacred Palace of Creation in the Holy Luo Heaven, the Creation Saint Emperor and a host of Heavenly Venerables were feasting and celebrating.
When the Creation Saint returned to the Holy Realm, he immediately went to see the Creation Saint Emperor and reported this crucial information. To persuade the Creation Saint Emperor, he even revealed the existence of the "Holy Scripture," but concealed everything related to the Rubik's Cube. Upon seeing Lin Ming's corpse and combining this with information about the Creation Saint Son, the Creation Saint Emperor immediately made a decision. He contacted the other two True Gods of the Saint Clan, the Feathered God King and the Heavenly Gang God King, and persuaded them to join forces by extending the loan period for the Primordial Spirit Pearl to ten million years. After meticulous planning and preparation, this earth-shattering assassination operation began. The three joined forces and used powerful techniques to deduce the location of Saint Mei and the Soul Emperor's seclusion based on the strand of hair left by Saint Mei. Then, they mobilized more than half of the Saint Clan's Heavenly Venerables, setting up the Saint Clan's supreme killing array to seal off the void and isolate everything. In a surprise attack, they severely injured the Soul Emperor, who was in seclusion alone refining Lin Ming's Eternal Soul in a hidden place. After a fierce battle, they destroyed him completely, his soul scattered. A generation of overlords fell, and Saint Mei was captured alive.
After the banquet, the Holy Emperor of Creation immediately went into seclusion to study the sacred scriptures, while the Holy Son of Creation returned to his own small world, where the important gains of this event awaited him.
Passing through layers of magnificent palaces, numerous concubines and maids bowed to him, but the Holy Son of Creation did not linger for a moment, heading straight for the central hall. He activated the protective array with his personal token and vanished in a blazing golden pillar of light.
The teleportation light gradually dimmed, and the Holy Son of Creation appeared inside the hall. On a bed ten zhang long and wide—almost excessively large—lay a graceful, aloof, and otherworldly figure. A black dress, as dark as night, clung to her perfect body, her ice-blue hair flowing freely. Her exquisitely beautiful face, as beautiful as the bright moon, was expressionless, gazing only at the curtain above, seemingly indifferent to everything. This was none other than the Holy Beauty, captured alive in the previous battle, bestowed upon the Holy Son of Creation by the Holy Emperor of Creation as a concubine, or rather, a female slave.
Reeking of alcohol, the Creator Saint sat down on the bedside. His burning gaze lingered unabashedly on Saint Beauty's stunningly beautiful face and her full, undulating body. After a moment, he exclaimed, "Truly worthy of being the most perfect woman in the Thirty-Three Heavens, she's intoxicating." As he spoke, he reached out and stroked Saint Beauty's fair face, his fingers tracing her delicate nose, her rosy cheeks, her snow-white chin, and down her smooth neck to her high, firm breasts, which were encased in her dress. Saint Beauty remained motionless on the bed, offering no resistance to the Creator Saint's lewd actions. Even her gaze remained unchanged, icy and unmoving, as if nothing in the world could affect her anymore.
Kneading Saint Beauty's soft, firm breasts, the Creator Saint Prince smacked his lips, then bent down to kiss her flower-like red lips. He parted her delicate teeth and skillfully found her tender little tongue. Their lips and teeth intertwined, exchanging saliva, while his hands continued their work. Saint Beauty's clothes were quickly removed, and in no time she was completely naked. Enjoying the soft, smooth texture in his hands, the Creator Saint Prince finally released her, his gaze lingering on Saint Beauty's naked body. Her fair skin was flawless, as if formed from starlight and moonlight. Her full, high breasts stood tall, the two pink nipples at the top of her ample mounds proclaiming her purity. Her slender waist could be encircled with one hand, her rounded buttocks, her shapely, straight legs, and the paradise covered by icy blue grass all captivated the Creator Saint Prince's gaze.
Even though she was completely naked, Saint Beauty still exuded a cold, aloof, and inviolable aura, enough to deter countless lecherous men. However, the Holy Son of Creation was naturally an exception. This cold and unapproachable aura would only fuel his lust and lead him to desecrate the sacred. It was his favorite thing to make the high and mighty goddess fall into the mortal world. This was the case with the previous Divine Dream Celestial Venerable, and it was the same with Saint Beauty.
The Holy Son of Creation kissed Saint Beauty's long, elegant neck, leaving lip prints on her fair skin. His kisses traveled downwards, reaching her full, firm breasts. He kneaded her soft, smooth flesh, sucking on her pink nipples, his teeth gently nibbling, his tongue skillfully teasing the hardening tips. He then moved to the other side, leaving saliva stains on her full, smooth breasts. His hands caressed her perfect, naked body, skillfully roaming her sensitive areas. His seemingly casual movements concealed a hidden agenda.
A billion years ago, the Holy Race had a supreme Celestial Venerable, who called himself the Venerable of Bliss. He was inherently licentious, abducting and collecting countless beautiful women to satisfy his desires. Regardless of race, any woman of exceptional beauty who became famous in her region became his target; he would seize her by any means necessary to possess her. With his unparalleled cultivation as a top-tier Celestial Venerable, the Blissful Celestial Venerable roamed freely, only to mysteriously disappear tens of millions of years later. The Creation Saint, while on a training journey, unexpectedly discovered a cave dwelling left behind by this Blissful Celestial Venerable. Inside were notes detailing how the Blissful Celestial Venerable had stumbled upon an ancient teleportation array connecting to the universe of the Primordial Gods. To fulfill his lifelong ambition and taste the flavors of a Primordial God's woman, the Blissful Celestial Venerable abandoned everything and resolutely set off. However, this journey was fraught with peril. To prevent his unexpected demise and the loss of his legacy, the Blissful Celestial Venerable left behind a legacy in a cave dwelling, including the supreme divine martial art he created after achieving Celestial Venerable status, the "Blissful Celestial Skill," which encapsulates the essence of his life's lewd techniques. The Creation Saint treasured this masterpiece, and after mastering it, he slept with countless beautiful women, and even the most chaste and aloof goddesses and fairies submitted to him.
The Creator Saint used the secret techniques recorded in the *Elysium Heavenly Art*, countless faint yet profound energies seeping into Saint Beauty's delicate body as his hands explored, arousing her desire. Gradually, a blush rose on Saint Beauty's fair and aloof face, her soft body began to tense, her slender, icy hands gripping the sheets tightly. Her eyes, as cold as ten-thousand-year-old ice, seemed to thaw, a faint ripple hidden deep within their seemingly calm depths, though she suppressed it fiercely, revealing not a trace.
The Creator Saint observed Saint Beauty's changes. This most beautiful and noble woman in the Thirty-Three Heavens had begun to be aroused by him. If he exerted a little more effort, this beautiful celestial flower would bloom before him, revealing its most alluring side, allowing him to savor all its beauty.
His head had already moved down her fair, flat abdomen, past her delicate navel, and reached her private parts. The Creator Saint Son extended his fingers, parting the pale blue forest of flesh, sliding them across the delicate, intimate area. Skillfully peeling back the pale pink petals, he slowly entered the tight passage, where a slight dampness already lingered.
As his fingers continued to penetrate, the slightly moist, smooth flesh began to instinctively contract and writhe, trying to expel the intruder. The Creator Saint Son felt his fingers being tightly enveloped, finding it extremely difficult to penetrate even an inch further. His heart burned even hotter, and he pressed his fingers harder, relentlessly crushing Saintess's last resistance, thrusting deeper while skillfully teasing her, simultaneously channeling the energy of the *Ecstasy Heavenly Art* into Saintess's body.
Saint Mei's breathing quickened, her teeth clenched. The tingling pleasure emanating from her lower body was familiar yet utterly foreign. She had once been intimately entwined with Lin Ming, reaching ecstasy in an intoxicating, soul-stirring ecstasy. In that moment, she had stolen Lin Ming's eternal soul, causing the fall of a peerless hero. Today, she felt that sensation again, unlike the one with Lin Ming that day, which made her heart tremble. Yet, it was incredibly aggressive, constantly assaulting her defenses.
Saint Mei resisted desperately, but her cultivation was currently sealed, and the "Heavenly Bliss Technique," created by a top-tier Celestial Venerable to control all the beauties in the world, was arguably the strongest erotic technique in the history of the Thirty-Three Heavens. How could Saint Mei's will possibly resist it? Even her composure, honed through seven lifetimes, began to waver under the increasingly intense pleasure. Despite her extreme disgust, Saint Mei's body reacted instinctively.
"Mmm..." Saint Beauty breathed softly, interspersed with barely audible moans. Her icy gaze softened without her even realizing it, becoming hazy. Her full, firm breasts heaved with each breath, her round, pert buttocks supported by the Creation Saint. Her perfectly proportioned legs, neither too plump nor too thin, twitched stiffly, tightly clamping the Creation Saint's head, as if trying to suffocate him. The
Creation Saint kneaded Saint Beauty's smooth, plump buttocks while his tongue roamed between her blooming, moist petals. The mere movement sent shivers down Saint Beauty's spine; her alluring pink petals parted on their own, revealing the contracting, tender pink flesh within. Thick, sticky nectar flowed from her as his tongue stirred, which the Creation Saint licked into his mouth.
The pleasure surging through her entire body overwhelmed Shengmei, leaving her breathless. Her exquisitely curved body convulsed and trembled, the faint blue veins on her tightly clenched fists bulging. Her deep, bright eyes blinked blankly and unconsciously. A rough, hot tongue skillfully swept across her sensitive spots, bringing such intense pleasure that Shengmei could no longer pay attention to anything else. The surging, tingling pleasure, like an electric current, coursed through her body from her lower body, pushing her closer to the blissful climax. Under the impact of the primal, instinctive pleasure between a man and a woman, Shengmei could no longer resist.
Everything seemed to have faded away. Shengmei's body began to convulse, large patches of intoxicating pink on her fair skin. She was about to climax. But just as she was about to ejaculate, the Holy Son of Creation stopped his movements on her lower body, freeing his head from the entanglement of Shengmei's beautiful legs. Saint Mei opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was the mocking smile on the face of the Creation Saint. Instantly, as if doused with cold water, her nearly lost senses snapped back to reality. A wave of shame and hatred washed over her, and her gaze towards the Creation Saint returned to its icy indifference.
The Creation Saint, a lewd grin on his face, leaned down and sealed Saint Mei's red lips with his, prying open her tightly closed teeth. A strange-tasting liquid flowed into Saint Mei's mouth, which he forced her to swallow as their tongues intertwined.
"Saint Mei, Queen of Souls, isn't your own taste delicious?" the Creation Saint said slowly, his lewd smile making Saint Mei instantly realize what had been forced into her mouth—the nectar she had released during her passion, which she had actually swallowed. Saint Mei, who had always been high above, revered as a goddess by countless Soul Clan members, had never suffered such humiliation. Her gaze, no longer indifferent, revealed for the first time a chilling killing intent. Saint Mei wished she could smash the Creation Saint into a pulp with a single blow, but not only was her cultivation sealed, but she was also under a restriction, making it impossible for her to resist. She could only lie there, her jade-
like body exposed, at the Creation Saint's mercy. The Creation Saint paid no attention to Saint Mei's cold, murderous gaze, even enjoying it immensely. He used his fingers to tease Saint Mei's wet vulva, saying with a regretful expression, "Such a perfect body, truly a masterpiece of heaven, it's a pity that Lin Ming has already enjoyed it." Saint Mei's beautiful eyes suddenly flashed with astonishing light, staring at the Creation Saint with sharp, knife-like eyes, and for the first time spoke, "How did you know?" "How did I know? Naturally, Lin Ming told me." The Creation Saint said with a playful expression, inserting two fingers together and deeply inserting them into Saint Mei's already soaked vulva, slowly thrusting in and out.
"You, what else do you know?" Saint Mei's breathing became unsteady again, not only because of the Creation Saint's flirtatious actions, but also because the name Lin Ming disturbed her mind.
"Heh heh, that brat Lin Ming, although I, the Holy Son, hate him to the bone, I must admit, he is indeed a hero of our time, a peerless figure throughout history. It's just that I never imagined that this hero who has kept my Holy Clan up at night would die at the feet of a woman, having everything taken away by the goddess he admired. Tsk tsk, how ironic." The Holy Son of Creation spoke slowly and deliberately, but each word struck Sheng Mei's mind like a thunderclap. When the last word was spoken, Sheng Mei's eyes widened, staring intently at the Holy Son of Creation, and she said, "Impossible! You, how could you know all this? Impossible!" At this moment, Sheng Mei was no longer as calm as before. The greatest secret hidden in her heart had been ruthlessly exposed, shaking her to her core and leaving her in utter chaos. Regardless of Sheng Mei's complex emotions, the Holy Son of Creation continued:
"Do you know why the three true gods of my clan knew where you and the Soul Emperor were in seclusion? It was Lin Ming, this pitiful brat you used and then discarded like trash. He harbors deep resentment, yet his life is nearing its end. So, he used everything he had, even his remaining life, to exchange with this Holy Son, just to make you and the Soul Emperor pay the price." Looking at Sheng Mei's incredulous expression, the Holy Son of Creation continued to probe and dig into Sheng Mei's wet, twitching vulva, his other hand also covering and playing with her full, soft breasts. He shook his head and said, "I never expected that my Holy Son..." "The two great enemies that have kept the clan up at night have actually been dealt with so easily. Tsk tsk, what a cruel twist of fate, hehe, what a cruel twist of fate." Saint Mei could no longer hear what the Holy Son of Creation was saying. Her mind was churning wildly. The face of Lin Ming, which she had once deliberately concealed, reappeared, clearer than ever before. His confident demeanor when they first met on the Asura Road, his composure during the final trial, the oppressive heaviness when they met in the Soul Realm—scenes of their meeting flashed through her mind, finally settling on the despair and endless resentment she felt when she turned away on Tianyan Star.
"Lin Ming, you really are the demon star in my life. Maybe I really am as you said, a—bitch, willing to give everything for my obsession, and thus personally taking everything from you. Now, I may have to live this kind of bitch-like life for the rest of my life. Maybe this is retribution, hehe." Saint Mei murmured to herself, a sad smile on her face, her voluptuous body trembling. The sight stirred the Holy Son of Creation's heart, and his hands quickened their movements. Amidst endless bitterness, humiliation, and injustice, Shengmei tightly closed her bright, starry eyes, two streams of clear tears slowly flowing down her cheeks. Her delicate body trembled spasmodically as she was brought to orgasm by the Creation Saint Son. Warm, sweet fluid flowed from her lower body, wetting the Creation Saint Son's fingers.
He licked his wet fingers, gazing at Shengmei's voluptuous, alluring, naked body, glistening with fragrant sweat, still immersed in the afterglow of her orgasm. Her firm breasts and shapely buttocks
, with their rounded curves, were exceptionally tempting. The Creation Saint Son felt a painful hardness in his lower body. He impatiently stripped off his clothes, revealing his strong, muscular body. He spread Shengmei's legs at an obtuse angle, revealing her already soaked pink vulva. His enormous, oval-shaped glans slid against the wet petals.
"Soul Queen Saint Beauty, the most beautiful woman in the Thirty-Three Heavens, now let me taste what it's like." The Creation Saint grinned maliciously, grabbing Saint Beauty's slender waist. With a slight exertion of his lower body, his penis slowly pushed open the tender and tight flesh walls, inch by inch, and entered Saint Beauty's little hole, pressing against her soft flower core. Then, as the Creation Saint used his waist to exert force, he began to make piston-like movements, his strong waist and abdomen slamming against Saint Beauty's hips, the sounds of flesh colliding constantly emanating.
The sounds of flesh colliding, "crackling and slapping," echoed continuously with the thrusting of the Creation Saint. Saint Mei remained dazed, seemingly still reeling from the earlier shock, or perhaps her mind was still reeling from the Creation Saint's words, and she wanted to escape it all. But her body was unyielding. The Creation Saint's thick, monstrous penis thrust in again and again, each entry radiating a strange, seductive power. The sensitive, tender flesh inside her vagina was raw and hot from the rough thrusting, and slippery love juices flowed continuously under the intense pleasure, staining their lower bodies in a mottled mess. Saint Mei gasped, her round, upturned buttocks unconsciously lifting slightly to meet the thrusts, as if making a silent invitation.
Under the fierce onslaught, Saint Beauty's snow-white body, already aroused, writhed alluringly. Her exquisite face was flushed with a captivating blush, her starry eyes shimmering like spring water, sparkling with the luster of spring passion. Her originally cool moans held a seductive spring allure, enough to seduce the soul.
"So tight, so good, oh, it feels as good as a dream!" The previously cold and holy goddess had shed her aloofness, transforming into a passionate and alluring beauty. The stark contrast fueled the already surging desire of the Creation Saint Son. His eyes were bloodshot, and his hands moved from Saint Beauty's slender, smooth waist, grasping her two soft, smooth breasts, kneading them as if they were dough. His fingers toyed with the erect, rosy nipples, his penis thrusting fiercely into her warm, tight honey hole, the soft flesh... The walls of her vagina tightly enveloped the Creation Saint's penis, as if it had come alive, entwining and sucking, giving the Creation Saint immense pleasure. Amidst Saint Beauty's seductive moans, he thrust vigorously into her hips, penetrating deep into her body. The impact caused her soft, snow-white body to arch in a breathtakingly beautiful curve, her plump buttocks raised high, red from the impact. Her beautiful legs tightly gripped the Creation Saint's strong back, their bodies intertwined.
"Ah...ah...no...ah...too intense...ah...slower...ah..." Saint Beauty gasped seductively, uttering broken pleas for mercy. She was, after all, of the Soul Clan, and her body was delicate, incomparable to the Creation Saint Son whose physical body had been tempered through countless trials. Under such intense thrusting, she quickly became unable to bear it, her whole body aching and weak. However, the Creation Saint Son's thrusting showed no signs of weakening; on the contrary, it showed an even more violent trend, like an ancient ferocious beast violently impacting Shengmei's delicate body. Each time, his huge head slammed heavily against her tender and sensitive flower core, bringing a piercing, tingling, and itchy sensation. At this moment, Shengmei, whose mind was in chaos, was no longer the peerless Soul Queen, high above and inviolable in the hearts of countless Soul Clan members, but merely a weak woman being raped and humiliated.
"Heh, is she already unable to take it? Just now you were pretending to be so cold and proud, but after a couple of thrusts, your hands and feet are weak and your juices are flowing freely? Sure enough, all women are the same—dishonest. They clearly want it, but they just won't admit it." The Creation Saint Son thrust rapidly and fiercely while verbally humiliating Shengmei.
"You...you shameless...ah...haa..." The vulgar and crude words filled Shengmei with extreme shame and indignation. She was about to retort when, unexpectedly, the Creation Saint suddenly increased the force of his thrusts, pounding into her several times until she was speechless, only able to weakly moan and gasp.
"Hehe, that damned Soul Emperor, he has such a stunning beauty around, yet he doesn't know how to enjoy it. I haven't become the Saint Emperor yet, so I'll be the Soul Emperor for now, Shengmei Soul Queen, hahahaha!" The Creation Saint laughed wildly, turning Shengmei's limp and powerless body over, making her kneel on the bed, her alluring buttocks raised high. He slapped Shengmei's buttocks and inserted his wet and slippery honey hole from behind, changing positions and thrusting again.
This position, resembling the mating of demons, filled Shengmei with humiliation, yet she was helpless. Her delicate body, exhausted from the previous sexual intercourse, was so weak and powerless before the powerful physique of the Creation Saint. He pinned her down, and she could only endure his lashing in this shameful position, pushed once again to the brink of climax by the violent impact and overwhelming pleasure.
"Ah...ah...no...no...ah...let me go...ah...no..." Shengmei could feel the changes in her body. She desperately shook her head, trying to resist, but against the Creation Saint's astonishing physique, her resistance was utterly futile. She could only be pushed towards the climax of sex with desperate moans. As she approached climax, Shengmei's mind was filled with images of her past encounters with Lin Ming. She had also been pinned down and brought to orgasm by the irrational Lin Ming, and then he had ejaculated inside her. What made her unbearably ashamed was that these memories of the past seemed to make her body even more sensitive, and the pleasure coming from her lower body became even more intense. She was about to succumb!
Feeling Shengmei's delicate body begin to convulse violently, and her vagina burning hot, the Creation Saint grinned lewdly, grabbed Shengmei's arm, pulled her body up, and increased the rhythm of his thrusts, forcefully slamming into the depths of her honey hole, shattering Shengmei's last resistance; "Come on, let it out for me!" "Haa... ah... no... it's... coming... ah..." Shengmei screamed loudly, her rosy little mouth wide open like a goldfish emerging from the water, her alluring body convulsing and trembling violently, and the warm honey gushing from the depths of her honey hole drenched the Creation Saint's penis, making his body shudder with pleasure. At the moment of Saint Mei's climax, he temporarily stopped thrusting, pulling her delicate body into his arms from behind. His hands kneaded her full, firm breasts, his bare chest rubbing against her smooth, bare back. His penis was deeply inserted into her vagina, enjoying the soft, sucking sensation of her vaginal canal.
As the afterglow of her climax faded, Saint Mei's bright, starry eyes became hazy. Only then did she realize how docilely she was being held in the arms of the Creation Saint. Their intimate position made her feel as if she had been bitten by a venomous snake. She turned her head and bit down on the Creation Saint's broad shoulder. But her fine, silvery teeth felt as if they had bitten into a piece of divine iron; instead of leaving a mark, the impact made her teeth ache slightly.
"Tsk tsk, how ruthless. I, the Holy Son, just let you experience the greatest pleasure a woman can have, and you bite me? It seems I really need to teach you a lesson, to show you what obedience and dutifulness mean." The Holy Son of Creation grinned, but the smile was undeniably sinister, sending chills down one's spine. Saint Mei remained unfazed, gritting her teeth and coldly saying, "Don't even think about it anymore. Even if you continue to toy with my body, you can forget about me submitting to you!" "Hehe, back then, Shen Meng used the same tone and the same words, but in the end, she also submitted to me, obediently becoming my slave. We have plenty of time; I will slowly train you. Now, let's relive the pleasure we just had." The Holy Son of Creation lightly kissed Saint Mei's snow-white earlobe, lewdly thrusting his hips, his penis slowly churning inside her honeyed depths, gently pumping in and out of her tender flesh.
A familiar tingling pleasure surged from her lower body once more. Shengmei clenched her teeth, trying hard to control herself from making any shameful sounds. However, her body was unusually sensitive after the orgasm. Even a casual thrust was enough to make Shengmei unable to control herself. Her full breasts rose and fell rapidly with her increasingly rapid breathing, swaying in alluring curves.
"Your body is so sensitive, you've come again so quickly. Tsk tsk, I heard you only had one man, Lin Ming, after seven reincarnations. How pitiful. No wonder that kid was drained dry by you. Hiss, you're starting to tighten up again, so good." "You... stop... uh... stop..." Under the Creation Saint's astonishingly large penis and its powerful, fierce thrusts, Shengmei came twice in just a quarter of an hour. She weakly twisted her naked, sweat-drenched body, moaning unwillingly but helplessly. Such insignificant struggles only added a little fun for the Creation Saint. The holy and aloof Soul Queen, Saint Beauty, was like a female beast with her buttocks raised as he grabbed her slender waist and upturned buttocks from behind, enduring his defilement in such a humiliating position. The unparalleled sense of conquest brought by the desecration of her holiness excited the Holy Son of Creation.
"Haa...haa...no...no more...uh...it's...it's...it's going to break...ah..." The intense sex had greatly exhausted Shengmei's strength. Completely exhausted, she collapsed onto the bed like a limp rag doll. Her full breasts were flattened by her body, her flushed face pressed against the bed, her captivating eyes glazed over, and her delicate red lips parted slightly, emitting soft moans of pleading.
"Hmph, is that all? Such poor stamina won't do. You need some proper training!" The Creator Saint remained in the rear-entry position, lifting Shengmei's waist and thrusting into her from behind. He slapped her buttocks, lewdly laughing, "Your pussy is so tight, I can't take it anymore, oh, I'm going to cum!" The Creator Saint's large hands slapped Shengmei's upturned buttocks repeatedly as he began his final thrusts.
Although he appeared extremely excited, his heart remained perfectly calm. With each powerful thrust of his hips, his internal energy was circulated to its limit, even gathering some primordial energy within him, silently unleashing the "Seed of God" secret technique from the "Heavenly Bliss Technique." Finally, after seventy or eighty rapid thrusts, amidst Shengmei's delicate and alluring moans, he forcefully plunged his penis deep into her body. The Creator Saint filled her honeypot with his semen, and simultaneously, streams of soft, strange, and eerie energy entered Shengmei's body along with the semen, combining with every inch of her flesh and blood, even subtly infiltrating her soul sea—a very weak but powerfully concealed influence. This is the forbidden secret technique "Seed of God" from the "Heavenly Bliss Technique." A "divine seed," condensed from the caster's own power, enters the woman's body through intercourse, nourished by her essence and spirit, to nurture a lustful fetus. This seed subtly influences her, gradually altering her constitution, making her body extremely sensitive, and affecting her will and emotions. Combined with other forms of training, it ultimately turns her into the caster's love slave.
"No...no...no...ah...it's...coming again..." Driven to the brink of ecstasy by the intense thrusting before the Creation Saint's ejaculation, Saint Beauty twists her supple waist in a daze, crumpling the bed in her hands. Her pretty face slightly raised, she screams loudly, brought to her tenth climax in utter humiliation. The gushing nectar mixes with the Creation Saint's semen, filling her narrow honey pot to the brim, a fiery sensation.
The engorged penis, slick with honey and semen, was pulled from the ravaged honeyed orifice and rubbed between Saint Beauty's smooth buttocks. The Creator Saint pressed down on Saint Beauty's naked body from behind, kissing her earlobes, her delicate neck, and her smooth, bare back with utmost tenderness. Saint Beauty's delicate body rested quietly in the Creator Saint's embrace, her beautiful eyes slightly closed, seemingly still immersed in the afterglow of her orgasm, sharing with the Creator Saint the fleeting moments of tenderness after their sexual climax.
This fleeting tenderness was so brief, passing silently. As the Holy Son of Creation climbed off Saint Beauty, he lifted her limp body and gazed at her face, flushed with the allure of her recent climax. He lewdly kissed her lips and said, "Empress, did you enjoy what I did? How does it compare to Lin Ming, hmm?" Saint Beauty trembled, her slightly closed eyes slowly opening. The lingering haze and passion in her gaze quickly faded, replaced by a chilling coldness, even more so than before, a sinister killing intent. If looks could kill, the Holy Son of Creation would undoubtedly be torn to pieces by now.
"That look...it's quite something." Completely unfazed by the killing intent in Saint Beauty's eyes, the Holy Son of Creation stretched his powerful body, his enormous penis still erect, and nodded repeatedly at her. Playing with Saint Beauty's full, firm breasts, and gazing at the glistening pink on her tightly pursed red lips, the Creator Saint's heart stirred. He lifted Saint Beauty's delicate body, adjusted her position, and then, under Saint Beauty's chillingly murderous gaze, pressed his wet penis against her red lips, gently pushing it inside. He immediately felt a warm, slippery sensation.
"Take it in, suck it with your mouth, lick it with your tongue. Don't spit it out!" The penis, forced into her mouth, almost filled Saint Beauty's small mouth, and the strong, fishy smell it carried made her almost vomit. Saint Beauty wanted nothing more than to bite off the thing inserted into her mouth, but her body, bound by a restriction, had already defied her will under the Creator Saint's command and began to perform oral service. Saint Beauty was forced to humiliatingly clean the filth off the Creator Saint's penis.
Saint Beauty obediently took the penis into her small mouth, instinctively sucking on it. Her soft tongue slid across the tip, as if savoring something delicious.
Enjoying Saint Beauty's oral service, while admiring the cold expression and icy gaze on her beautiful face, the Creator Saint Son wore a smile of enjoyment. The noble Soul Queen Saint Beauty was doing such a lewd thing that even prostitutes might not be willing to do, and the object was him, an enemy of another race. Although Saint Beauty's oral sex movements were extremely clumsy, completely lacking in skill, just random sucking and licking, the immense satisfaction from this desecration of nobility and humiliation of holiness far exceeded simple physical pleasure. He didn't last long; the Creator Saint Son already felt a slight ache in his waist. He pressed Saint Beauty down on the bed, straddled her waist, and squeezed his penis into the deep, snow-white cleavage between her full breasts.
"Press your breasts with your hands!" the Creator Saint commanded again. Saint Mei, still humiliated and helpless, obeyed, placing her hands on her swollen breasts, her smooth breasts tightly enveloping the Creator Saint's penis. Then, his penis began to thrust in and out of her tight, slippery cleavage, pushing forward until it squeezed out the soft flesh, entered her warm little mouth, withdrew, and thrust in again. Each thrust rubbed the snow-white, slippery cleavage until it turned red. Under
the dual pleasure of breast sex and oral sex, the Creator Saint, who was already close to his limit, could no longer hold back. At the moment he was about to ejaculate, his penis directly entered Saint Mei's little mouth, pressing against her soft throat as he shot out thick semen. Saint Mei gagged as jets of semen gushed into her mouth, but the Creation Saint's penis blocked her mouth, preventing her from spitting it out. She could only swallow it down, but her swallowing speed couldn't keep up with the rhythm of the Creation Saint's ejaculation. Saint Mei's mouth was full of semen when the Creation Saint suddenly pulled out his penis, and semen gushed out like a water pipe, spraying all over Saint Mei's pretty face.
"Cough, cough..." Saint Mei covered her chest and coughed softly, the milky white liquid staining her cherry-red lips and even flowing down her snow-white chin onto her full breasts.
"Tsk tsk, so beautiful!" Saint Beauty's stunningly beautiful face was covered in thick, white semen, her sanctity gone, replaced by extreme lewdness. The Creator Saint was clearly extremely satisfied, leering, "Smear the stuff on your face with your hands, then apply it to your body." Saint Beauty's delicate brows were almost furrowed, her starry eyes blazing with fury, but her body clearly couldn't disobey the Creator Saint's command. Despite her reluctance, her hands mechanically rose, wiping the white liquid from her face, smearing it along her neck, and onto her fair skin. Moments later, Saint Beauty's face, chest, abdomen, back, and buttocks were covered in a layer of glossy substance.
At this moment, the array in the hall lit up again, and three slender, graceful figures slowly appeared. Three women stood before them. Two, with flowing black hair, possessed an ethereal beauty. The woman on the left had a face shrouded in a misty haze, giving her an almost dreamlike quality. Her exquisite features exuded a unique, dignified elegance. The other woman's skin was translucent, as if imbued with the essence of starlight and moonlight. Her stunning beauty seemed sculpted from jade, a beauty almost otherworldly. The third woman had fiery red hair and a pair of equally fiery red wings on her back, indicating she was not human. Her face was equally breathtaking. These three women were exceptionally beautiful, their beauty, imbued with the spirit of heaven and earth, rivaling even the Holy Beauty. Their sheer, almost translucent, moon-white dresses clung to their graceful figures, revealing glimpses of their voluptuous bodies.
The three women stepped forward and bowed gracefully to the Holy Son of Creation, making no attempt to conceal the fact that he and the Holy Beauty were naked in bed. Clearly, this was not the first time, or rather, they had already experienced it firsthand.
"Shenmeng, Qianxue, and Wuyan," the Holy Son of Creation slowly spoke, revealing the identities of the three women. They were none other than Shenmeng Tianzun, the leader of the human race; Mu Qianxue, Lin Ming's senior sister who had been resurrected after merging with the body of Xuanqing Tianhou; and Wuyan, the goddess of the Primordial Celestial Clan.
Over three hundred years ago, in a war, the Divine Realm fell, and countless human warriors perished. Women of exceptional talent and beauty were captured and used as cultivation vessels for the Holy Race, or even as sex slaves to satisfy their desires. Of the three women, Shenmeng was the leader of the human race, and hailed as the most beautiful woman among them; Mu Qianxue's physical body was that of the peerless celestial maiden Xuanqing Tianhou of the Primordial God Race, whose beauty even surpassed Shenmeng's; Wuyan was also a contemporary goddess of the Primordial Celestial Race, possessing unparalleled beauty. She was chosen by the Holy Son of Creation and taken as his possession. By threatening the fate of the human and celestial races and the lives of his loved ones, he finally forced the three women to obey. After several rounds of "training," they became the Holy Son's bed possessions.
"Your Highness, did you send the three of us here to serve you?" Shenmeng Tianzun asked, her tone quite indifferent, without much fluctuation, as if she were not discussing serving him in bed, but simply having a casual conversation. Mu Qianxue and Wuyan reacted similarly, without any dramatic outburst.
The Creation Saint Prince gazed at the three women, and seeing Shenmeng's still nonchalant attitude, he felt immensely smug. Back when the Heavenly Gang God King captured Shenmeng, he exchanged her for a precious treasure from the woman-averse Heavenly Gang God King, in exchange for preserving a trace of human bloodline, making Shenmeng obediently his sex slave, allowing him to enjoy the wonders of this most beautiful woman in the human race. Compared to Mu Qianxue and Wuyan, the Creation Saint Prince was even more infatuated with Shenmeng's body, not only because of her former noble status, but also because her nonchalant demeanor ignited his lust every time he saw her, making him want to ravage her.
"Of course, we're here to have some fun today." The Creation Saint leered, his gaze lingering on the three women's voluptuous bodies beneath their thin, sheer dresses. He lifted Saint Beauty up and held her close, his hands caressing her full, smooth flesh. "Besides," he said, "I brought you all here today so I can teach this woman a lesson." He then flicked Saint Beauty's erect, rosy nipples with his fingers, causing her to let out a soft moan before gritting her teeth and falling silent.
The three women, Shenmeng, frowned slightly. Although this wasn't the first time they'd done this, and they couldn't resist or refuse, it didn't mean they were willing. As women who had all been humiliated and toyed with by the Creation Saint, they felt great sympathy for Saint Beauty, even though they didn't know her identity.
"What, you don't want to?" "Shenmeng/Qianxue/Wuyan dare not," the three women apologized simultaneously, bowing slightly, their eyes clearly showing helplessness and resistance.
"Hehe, do you know this woman's identity? Once you do, you'll probably be more willing to play this game with me, Holy Son." The three women naturally didn't believe it, but the Holy Son's confident demeanor made them a little suspicious.
"Her name is Shengmei, the Soul Queen of the Soul Clan. You've probably all heard of her!" The three women remained silent, tacitly agreeing. The Holy
Son continued, "Do you know how Lin Ming died?" Upon hearing this, a sharp glint flashed in the three women's beautiful eyes, and all three pairs of bright eyes turned to the Holy Son. Mu Qianxue's gaze swept over Shengmei's face, her eyes flickering, as she vaguely guessed something.
"It's because of this woman!" The Holy Son shook his head, sighing, "A peerless hero didn't die on the battlefield, but in a conspiracy, tragically betrayed by a woman. Tsk tsk, how pathetic!" Upon hearing this, the three women's eyes turned icy cold. Although Wuyan didn't have a close relationship with Lin Ming, she deeply admired this alien who had traversed the Sighing God Wall to reach the Primordial Universe and found a glimmer of hope for her race. This was an immense favor to the entire Primordial Race. Upon hearing this news, Wuyan felt a surge of turmoil within her, and a feeling of disgust arose towards Shengmei.
Compared to Wuyan, Shenmeng and Mu Qianxue's reactions were much stronger. Shenmeng saw Lin Ming as the hope for the resurgence of humanity and placed high hopes on him. Mu Qianxue had shared life and death with Lin Ming for many years; although they were nominally fellow disciples, they had long harbored a subtle affection for each other, though they had never openly expressed it. Now that they knew the truth, the two women no longer felt any sympathy for Shengmei; instead, they were filled with anger and hatred. Mu Qianxue's beautiful eyes even flashed with murderous intent.
Extremely satisfied with the three women's reactions, the Creation Saint looked down at Shengmei. Although her expression remained indifferent, their skin was now touching, and the Creation Saint could clearly feel Shengmei's delicate body trembling slightly, suggesting that she wasn't as unmoved as she appeared.
"Now, are you willing?" the Creation Saint asked calmly. Shenmeng, Mu Qianxue, and Wuyan were silent for a moment, then nodded in unison. The
Creation Saint's smile deepened, and he took out a dark, gleaming rope, resembling a dragon's tendon, from his personal cave.
Upon seeing this, the three women's pretty faces paled slightly, as if they remembered something.
The Creation Saint exerted his strength, and the rope instantly wrapped around Shengmei's body, binding her into an extremely lewd position, then suspending her in mid-air. Bound by the rope, Shengmei's legs were spread into an M shape, her arms bound behind her back, and her full breasts, thrust forward, appeared even more voluptuous under the figure-eight binding.
A finger-thick, jet-black rope, shimmering with light, writhed across Shengmei's fair, smooth skin, teasing her sensitive areas as if alive. The light emanating from its surface pulsed like life itself, carrying a hidden, yet palpable, pressure.
"Shenmeng, come here. Qianxue, Wuyan, this woman is yours. You'd better perform well; I'll reward you later." The Creation Saint chuckled lewdly, handing Mu Qianxue a thick, long, and ferocious two-headed dragon whip, and another equally black dragon tendon whip held by Wuyan.
These were three items the Creation Saint had obtained from the Blissful God King's cave—three from a set of tools the Blissful God King had crafted for training women. Their grade was top-tier Heavenly Venerable Spiritual Treasures, almost on par with True God Spiritual Treasures. The Creation Saint had already refined them, achieving a spiritual connection with them. When Shenmeng, Mu Qianxue, and Wuyan fell into the hands of the Holy Son of Creation, they had experienced the same treatment firsthand—a truly nightmarish ordeal. Seeing it again now, they couldn't help but tremble.
Mu Qianxue lightly raised her hand, untying her belt and binding rope. Her moon-white dress slid down her smooth, snow-white skin to the ground, revealing her slender, curvaceous, and voluptuous body. Her crystalline skin, like a collection of starlight, possessed a sacred aura. Though naked, she remained like a goddess, untouchable. Mu Qianxue's hands trembled slightly as she grasped the two-headed dragon, her palms pressed against the beaded protrusions on its body. The dark, ferocious dragon's head rested between her legs. After a slight hesitation, she gritted her teeth and slowly inserted the terrifying two-headed dragon into her already slightly moist vulva. The two-headed dragon had barely been swallowed by Mu Qianxue when it began to writhe like a living thing, scraping against her delicate, sensitive flesh. Eerie, thread-like energies traveled along the tightly pressed flesh.
"Ah..." Mu Qianxue let out a soft moan, her legs clamped tightly together. The restless two-headed dragon writhed on its own, sending waves of tingling, itchy, and numb sensations through her. Her body went limp, quickly heating up. A blush rose rapidly across her fair face, and her star-like eyes, misty with desire and hatred, flickered in and out of focus.
Mu Qianxue, her legs still tightly pressed together, her slender waist trembling slightly, took small steps to stand before Shengmei. Looking at Shengmei, bound in this lewd position and already breathing heavily, a look of pleasure crossed her face, which could dim the stars, and a mocking smile curved her lips.
"Lin Ming, your senior sister is useless. I can't help you get revenge, and now I'm powerless to do anything but teach this bitch a lesson." Her jade-like hand traced the shape of Sheng Mei's tightly bound, full breasts, pinching her rosy nipples. Holding her slender waist, Mu Qianxue lifted Sheng Mei's snow-white chin, staring intently into her clear eyes. With a slight thrust of her hips, the other head of the penis plunged deeply into Sheng Mei's vagina.
Mu Qianxue breathed softly, her slender waist twisting as she pumped the double-headed penis in and out of Sheng Mei's vagina.
Saint Beauty seemed to want to struggle, but her body, bound and suspended in mid-air, had no leverage. She could only watch as the equally stunning woman before her manipulated the double-headed dragon, thrusting it fiercely into her tender orifice.
Watching the lewd act between the two women, Wu Yan felt her mouth go dry. She felt a surge of heat between her tightly pressed legs; that area was already wet. Wu Yan pursed her red lips, her small hand gripping the dragon-tendon whip, and began to lash the two alluring bodies pressed tightly together.
"Crack!" The sound of the whip rang out continuously. The black whip, as if it had eyes, relentlessly struck the two women's full breasts, round buttocks, smooth backs, and straight legs. Faint red marks gradually appeared on the two women's snow-white bodies. Repeatedly being ravaged by her, countless faint red marks appeared, creating a strange, humiliated beauty.
A gleam of pleasure flashed in Mu Qianxue's bright eyes. She pried open Shengmei's small mouth, and with her other hand, pulled out her pink tongue. Powerless to resist, Shengmei could only let Mu Qianxue ravage her. Because her tongue was stretched out, saliva, exuding a faint fragrance, flowed continuously from her lips, trickling down her snow-white, rounded breasts, tracing an obscene arc.
"Haa...haa..." Shengmei gasped somewhat pathetically, her delicate body trembling with pleasure, pressed tightly against Mu Qianxue's voluptuous body. Looking at the peerless woman who was humiliating her, Shengmei could see the deep sorrow and hatred in Mu Qianxue's eyes. A wave of bitterness welled up in her heart along with the humiliation. She wanted to say something, but she couldn't utter a single word.
Mu Qianxue was unaware of Shengmei's complex emotions at this moment. She only wanted to ravage this woman mercilessly, even if it meant degrading herself.
"You slut, are you enjoying this, huh? You're covered in the smell of semen. A woman as lewd as you deserves to be fucked until she's satisfied." Mu Qianxue gasped and gritted her teeth as she uttered these vicious words, feeling immense pleasure as she looked at Shengmei's face, flushed with humiliation.
"Not saying anything means you agree, you slut. I'll let you have your fun first!" Mu Qianxue suddenly released Shengmei's tongue, then moved her pretty face closer, sealing Shengmei's red lips with hers in Shengmei's astonished gaze. Her nimble tongue parted Shengmei's teeth, skillfully finding her tongue and beginning to intertwine. At the same time, her fair and plump body writhed, her two pairs of full and firm breasts rubbing and squeezing, bringing a strange, tingling pleasure. Her slender hands then went to the pubic area connected by the double-headed penis, parting the icy blue pubic hair, finding that small protrusion, and kneading it forcefully.
"Ugh...ugh..." The sudden stimulation made Shengmei's delicate body tremble as if electrocuted. She struggled desperately to break free from Mu Qianxue's abuse, but Mu Qianxue held her firmly and she couldn't escape. Her mouth, gagged by Mu Qianxue, could only let out low moans. Her full and exquisite body was covered in fragrant sweat, her heart filled with humiliation and shame. However, the humiliation in her heart slowly couldn't withstand the pleasure in her body. Shengmei's delicate body convulsed again, and she was actually brought to orgasm by Mu Qianxue.
Wuyan's pretty face turned red as she watched. Her lower body was already soaked. She bit her red lips tightly, bent over slightly, and placed one hand between her legs, lashing the two women's intertwined bodies with the whip intermittently.
The Creation Saint was sitting on the bed, Shenmeng's pretty face buried between his legs, sucking on his penis. He watched Mu Qianxue and Shengmei's lesbian act while enjoying Shenmeng's oral sex, his hands playing with Shenmeng's firm breasts, watching with great interest.
"Hehe, I didn't expect Qianxue to be so good at it. You two should interact with her more in the future, Shenmeng, Wuyan." The Creation Saint chuckled lewdly. Wuyan's body trembled, and she quickly responded. Shenmeng was still serving the Creation Saint's penis, the tip of which was constantly pressing against her tender throat, her beautiful face turning red.
"Looks like it's about time." Suddenly, three figures appeared beside the Creation Saint: one was surging with blood energy, like a humanoid divine beast; one had a cold and eerie aura, and was somewhat illusory; the other was surrounded by intense energy fluctuations, like a burning star. However, the three figures bore an uncanny resemblance to the Creation Saint, appearing almost like quadruplets.
These were the three clones the Creation Saint had refined through cultivating the "Asura Heavenly Book." The Essence Clone and Divine Soul Clone were obtained from Lin Ming, while the Yuan Qi Clone was acquired from the final trial of the Asura Road. Having passed the final trial, the Creation Saint had collected the complete "Asura Heavenly Book." After cultivating it, not only did his strength greatly increase, but he also used his three interconnected clones in his bedchamber.
The Creation Saint's main body remained seated on the bed, enjoying Shen Meng's oral sex. The Essence Clone and Divine Soul Clone moved behind Mu Qianxue and Sheng Mei, their penises, the same size as the main body, fully erect. The two clones gripped the two women's swaying waists, their penises pressing against their buttocks, squeezing into their soft, smooth clefts and thrusting a few times before parting their plump buttocks and slowly inserting into their narrow, pink anuses. The clone of Yuan Qi arrived behind Shen Meng, placing its hands on her high, upturned buttocks, kneading her plump, bouncy, peach-like cheeks. Its penis parted her already engorged, slightly parted labia and thrust into her already wet vagina. All three clones began to pump simultaneously.
Mu Qianxue and Sheng Mei were attacked from both ends by the double-headed dragon and the two clones, respectively. The thick double-headed dragon ravaged their vaginas, bringing excruciating tingling and intense pleasure. Their anuses were also filled to the brim by the clones' penises, the massive objects thrusting through the thin walls of their vaginas, bringing unparalleled, intense stimulation. Under the intense pleasure and stimulation of being penetrated from both ends, Mu Qianxue's delicate body trembled like a leaf, climaxing again and again. She had stopped sexually abusing Shengmei, because her own body was also played with until it was weak and limp. She could only lean against the chest of the essence clone, panting as she endured the thrusting of the penis from behind. While enjoying the fullness and pleasure of her anus, which had been thoroughly trained and fully developed, her anus involuntarily began to contract and writhe, massaging the penis of the Creation Saint. If it weren't for the clone behind her holding her slender waist, penetrating her anus with its penis and simultaneously arousing her body, Mu Qianxue would have already collapsed to the ground.
Saint Beauty was even worse off. The Soul Clan did not cultivate their physical bodies, and her body was far weaker than Mu Qianxue's, even somewhat delicate. She was also extremely sensitive due to the ropes binding her and the strange energy emanating from the two-headed dragon. She had already been rendered limp and weak by the combined attacks from Mu Qianxue and the Soul Avatar. The ropes binding her had been untied, and the Soul Avatar grabbed her breasts from behind, its penis struggling to thrust in and out of her newly opened and exceptionally tight anus. The Soul Avatar kept slamming into her round, upturned buttocks, the powerful impact constantly pushing her body forward, causing the two-headed dragon to rub against the soft and sensitive clitoris deep within the two women's honey holes.
Without Mu Qianxue's initiative, the double-headed dragon continued its rampage within Shengmei's vagina, bringing waves of tingling pleasure. Honey-like fluids flowed like a stream. The thick, fleshy penis of the soul clone within her newly deflowered anus was relentlessly penetrating her tight chrysanthemum. Waves of throbbing pain mingled with the intoxicating pleasure within her vagina. This soul clone, in particular, constantly emanated a subtle, seductive aura, influencing Shengmei's soul and consciousness. Shengmei's initially firm will gradually crumbled, and she began to succumb to the raging tide of lust. Intense orgasms came one after another, Shengmei moaning loudly, the last vestige of clarity in her starry eyes vanishing completely.
Shenmeng knelt between the legs of the Creation Saint, her plump buttocks flushed pink from the slapping of her primordial energy clone. His penis thrust in and out of her already overflowing vagina and anus, his waist and abdomen slamming against her buttocks, producing a series of rapid sounds of flesh colliding. Her plump, rounded buttocks, like ripe peaches, writhed uncontrollably. Her arms tightly embraced the Creation Saint's strong back, her mouth filled with his penis, her delicate nose exhaling warm breaths as she passionately sucked on his penis, her tongue probing the tip, as if trying to squeeze out every last drop of semen, as if only in this way could she release the intense pleasure surging within her body.
The oral sex from Shenmeng gave the Holy Son of Creation unparalleled pleasure, causing him to gasp for breath. He then noticed that Wuyan, the only woman in the hall without anyone to comfort her, was tightly clamping her legs together. Her dragon-tendon whip had already fallen to the ground. One hand was inside her soaked skirt, probing and thrusting into her wet vulva, while the other hand vigorously kneaded her full breasts, her beautiful eyes filled with desire. The Holy Son of Creation grinned lewdly and reached out, grabbing the frenzied Wuyan and pulling her into his arms. His hands skillfully roamed over her sensitive areas, and he inserted three fingers between her wide-open legs, rapidly thrusting them in and out. Wuyan groaned loudly, her voluptuous body writhing violently as if electrified, her rounded legs repeatedly clenching and relaxing, a large gush of love juice spurting out. She had been brought to orgasm by the Holy Son of Creation's fingers.
Having used his fingers to make Wuyan climax several times, the Creation Saint was also nearing his limit. His main body's penis was deeply pressed against Shenmeng's throat, and with trembling, white semen gushed out, which Shenmeng swallowed continuously. Some of the semen that couldn't be swallowed in time stained the corners of her rosy lips, leaving a white semen stain. The Yuan Qi clone held Shenmeng's plump, snow-white buttocks, its penis pressed against the soft cervix, filling Shenmeng's honey pot with hot semen. The essence clone and the divine soul clone roared at the same time, each shooting their viscous semen deep into Mu Qianxue and Shengmei's anuses. The hot touch spread in their anuses, causing the two women's delicate bodies to tremble violently, and they climaxed again.
Shenmeng lay face down on the bed, her dreamlike, beautiful eyes slightly closed, seemingly still immersed in the afterglow of her climax. Her small mouth was tightly pursed, and a trace of white fluid at the corner of her lips was so lewd. Her primordial energy clone embraced her body from behind, caressing her soft and firm breasts. Shengmei had already separated from Mu Qianxue and leaned weakly against her soul clone, enjoying his gentle caresses. Her beautiful legs clamped around his still-erect penis, unconsciously performing a leg-fucking act for him. Mu Qianxue was squinting her starry eyes, being bear-hugged from behind by her essence clone. She obediently opened her small mouth and gave him a wet kiss, their lips and teeth intertwined. Her languid beauty after the climax was extremely alluring. Wuyan sat on the lap of the Creation Saint, her legs clamping around his large hand, looking at him resentfully.
"Don't rush, I'll satisfy you in a bit! Get down and stick your butt out." After kissing Wuyan's red lips, the Creation Saint chuckled lewdly and patted Wuyan's smooth, upturned buttocks, signaling her to get down. Shenmeng, Shengmei, and Mu Qianxue were also brought over by the three clones. The four women were laid side by side on the bed, their upper bodies prone, their round and perky buttocks raised high. The main body and the three clones chuckled lewdly and each randomly chose a position. They didn't do any foreplay anymore. They just held the upturned buttocks and inserted their penises into the wet little holes from behind. The warm, slippery, tight cavity wrapped and enveloped them, going in and out, making lewd friction sounds of "plop" "plop" with the thrusting of the penis.
"Ah...so swollen...ah...so comfortable...smokeless...so happy...ah..." "Mmm...ah...too intense...ah...slower...ah..." "Ah...no...no more...no more...ah...no..." "Ugh...mmm...ugh..." These four women, one a human leader, a peerless woman who will become a true god; one the queen of the ancient god race, known as the most perfect race; one the contemporary goddess of the ancient heavenly race; and the last one, known as the most stunning woman in the thirty-three heavens, the Soul Queen, were all naked and being violated by the same man like female beasts, moaning and groaning under his crotch, experiencing ecstasy and death.
The four beings simultaneously raped four peerless women of different races. The Creator Saint, brimming with smug satisfaction, exchanged glances with each other, laughing triumphantly. Amidst the women's melodious moans, some cold, some soft, he brought them to multiple orgasms, ejaculating inside their vaginas and anuses. Then, he changed positions again, relentlessly ravishing the four women's uniquely alluring bodies. The Creator Saint's arrogant laughter, the women's seductive moans, and the sounds of their colliding bodies mingled together in a frenzied and passionate lewd feast.
"Mmm...mmm..." Saint Beauty straddled the true form of the Creation Saint, her honeyed orifice receiving the thrusts of the penis, her small mouth filled to the brim by the penis of the Yuan Qi clone, drooling with each thrust. The essence clone gripped her waist, kneading her plump, pert buttocks, the penis pumping in and out of her rear, while the soul clone rubbed the penis against Saint Beauty's delicate little feet. Wu Yan knelt before the Creation Saint, leaning down, her hands squeezing her full breasts until they protruded, rubbing them against the face of the Creation Saint, as if trying to suffocate him with her breasts. Shen Meng and Mu Qianxue pressed against the backs of the essence clone and the Yuan Qi clone from behind, rubbing their soft, smooth breasts against the strong muscles of their backs, performing a chest push.
"Once I merge the 'Asura Heavenly Book' and the 'Holy Scripture' into one, becoming an existence like the master of the Asura Road, all the beauties of the Thirty-Three Heavens will be conquered by me. What about the Ancient Gods, the Three Great Races, the Floating Feather God King? They will all be mine!" The Creation Saint roared in his heart, his eyes flashing with lust. In his boundless ambition, he once again filled Saint Beauty's small mouth, honey hole, and anus with his semen, and kicked her. Saint Beauty was also fucked unconscious by the intense pleasure of being fucked in three holes at the same time. Her soft and delicate body was covered with mottled semen, and there was still a trace of spring between her beautiful eyebrows. Thick semen gushed out from her honey hole and anus, which were red and swollen from being brutally raped for a long time.
"Come on, let's continue!" The Creation Saint chuckled lewdly, his main body and essence clone sandwiching Shenmeng like a sandwich, kneading her full breasts while his still-erect penis thrust violently into her slick honey hole and anus, which were already irrigated with honey and semen. His primordial energy clone and divine soul clone also arranged Mu Qianxue and Wuyan into different positions, entering their bodies once again and thrusting wildly. Caught in the middle, Shenmeng was like a bird skewered on a bamboo stick. Her dreamlike, exquisitely beautiful face was surprisingly flushed, full of spring. Her pink lips parted and parted, emitting alluring breaths. Her gentle and elegant moans were so sweet they were cloying, exuding a thousand kinds of charm that would make even a high monk who had cultivated for many years lose his composure and break his vows. Wuyan and Mu Qianxue were also moaning softly as the clones vigorously conquered them. Their flawless bodies clung to them like octopuses, their breasts high and firm, their slender waists twisting. The Creation Saint's big mouth greedily left lip prints on their alabaster skin, and they climaxed again and again with the thrusting of the penis.
After an unknown amount of time, the hall fell silent once more. On the large bed, Shenmeng, Shengmei, Wuyan, and Mu Qianxue were all fast asleep. Their fair, flawless, voluptuous bodies were covered in white semen stains and pale red scratches, and their crotches were a mess, a testament to the intensity of their recent "battle." The Holy Son of Creation, naked and muscular, headed towards the rear hall. Several summoned maids led the four women, exhausted and fast asleep, away.
"Bring her back to my bedchamber later!"
"Yes, Your Highness."
[The End]

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