The fortress stood silent under starlight, pride entwined in the main hall—bodies glowing soft from the twin-link sealing, ten strands weaving a living sun around Wei Chen. Shadow and Echo pressed identical to his sides, violet eyes devoted mirrors, slender forms still trembling from synchronized climaxes. The full pride—Lin Xue's frost, Su Mei's crimson, Yu's primal earth, Zhao Ling's phoenix, Tie Lan's iron, Madam Feng's thorn-crimson, Xi's fallen holy light, and the twins' shadow duality—hummed eternal harmony.
But the golden sun brand on Wei Chen's chest burned directed—pulling deep below, toward the second door. And farther, colder, the sealed coffin pulsed challenge.
"It calls," he said, rising. "The balance complete. Time to master both keys."
The pride stood as one—no hesitation. They descended swift—through ruin depths, past the obsidian coffin now warm and quiet under their wards, down spiral steps to the golden jade chamber.
The second door stood open—living flame rippling inviting, ancient Nine-Suns essence welcoming the complete sun.
But cold mist seeped from cracks in the far wall—a new fissure linking to the Frost-Eater's prison above. The ancient cold had felt the balance, raged one final time—pale form pushing through, elongated and hungry, gold-black eyes glaring.
Complete… its voice hissed layered. The sun full… I will devour it whole… Wei Chen… your name…
The chamber shook—cold versus warm clashing, frost riming jade walls while flame rippled defiant.
Wei Chen stepped forward, pride fanning behind—ten strands flaring ultimate bonfire. "You waited too long."
The entity lunged—mist whips lashing frozen shadow, trying to claim names, doors, vows.
Wei Chen met it head-on—fan sweeping ten-strand flame roaring bright: golden sun core blazing endless, frost sharpening edges lethal, crimson corroding hunger, primal earth grounding unbreakable, phoenix rebirth turning cold to fuel, iron discipline forging paths, thorn-crimson vengeance piercing deep, holy light purifying lies, shadow duality veiling and striking elusive.
The clash exploded—chamber quaking, ancient wards cracking. Cold form recoiled, mist fraying.
But it adapted desperate—whips wrapping Wei Chen, pulling at his name, voice layering all pride's tones stolen.
Give it… join me… eternal cold…
The pull hit hardest—brand flaring dual warm-cold war.
The pride closed instant—bodies pressing flush, hands linking full circle around him.
"Anchor," Lin Xue commanded cool.
They deepened mid-battle—robes shedding swift, essence cycling shameless power.
Wei Chen pulled Xi first—pinning her against jade wall, thrusting deep into fallen holy heat. She cried devoted, walls clenching light-tight, halo exploding forbidden sparks that burned cold whips away.
Switched seamless to Madam Feng—mature curves bending elegant, velvet core gripping proud as he pounded vengeful rhythm. "Thaw it all—" she moaned, thorn essence piercing mist.
Tie Lan next—iron body braced disciplined, ass taking him command-deep. "Obey the sun—" climax steel-hard, forging shields eternal.
Zhao Ling rode mid-air—phoenix wings flaring, walls fluttering rebirth hot. "Burn eternal—" squirting golden, turning cold to ash.
Yu primal tackled—beast channel spasming feral as he bred savage. Earth qi rooted the flame unbreakable.
Su Mei demonic wild—scorching walls milking greedy, corrosion eating entity core.
Lin Xue cool last before twins—frozen spasms triggering ice-flame ultimate.
Shadow and Echo synchronized perfect—front and rear, twin walls gripping elusive cool, climaxes mirrored veils cloaking pride while striking lethal.
The cycle peaked—pride-wide orgasm exploding as one: moans harmonized, essence squirting synchronized waves, bodies arching entangled.
Wei Chen at center—Yang endless flooding every channel turn by turn, seed painting and filling devoted wombs thick and hot.
The ten-strand complete sun roared ultimate—shockwave slamming the cold form back through the fissure, mist screaming final.
No… the sun… mastered…
Cracks sealed permanent—warm flame overtaking cold eternal, Frost-Eater dissolving into refined essence absorbed harmless.
The chamber stabilized—golden jade glowing bright, second door closing gentle behind, ancient voice soft approval.
Mastery claimed. The dual keys yours. Burn eternal.
Silence fell blessed.
Wei Chen collapsed with his pride—entwined fully, bodies glistening seed and essence, bond humming complete sun.
No more threats. No more hunger.
Only power. Devotion. Future.
He kissed them turn by turn—slow, grateful. "My pride. My everything."
Ten voices answered devoted. "Our dragon. Eternal."
The Yang Dragon's flame had risen complete.
And the heavens waited.
To be Continued
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