The complete sun pulsed one final time in the mortal ruin depths—golden warmth flooding every meridian, every bond strand weaving eternal harmony. Wei Chen opened his eyes, ten devoted gazes meeting his in the glowing chamber. No words needed; the pride felt it together.
Ascension called.
He raised a hand—casual finger point toward the ceiling. Nine-Suns Yang, refined by ten strands, exploded upward in a controlled pillar of light. Stone and wards parted like mist. The entire ruin lifted—ancient fortress rising through clouds, primal earth and iron discipline forging it into a celestial continent floating free.
Mortal realms below gazed in awe—legends born as the Yang Dragon's citadel vanished into higher heavens.
They emerged in the Immortal Realm—a vast plane of floating continents, star rivers, and immortal qi thick as nectar. God-beasts soared distant, celestial sects glimmered on horizon peaks.
Wei Chen breathed deep—Yang core igniting brighter, overload evolving into Yang Immortal Dao. Genius sparked instant: meridians mapping alchemy paths untaught, pill formulas flowing like breath.
"New world," he said, grin roguish. "New fun."
The pride arrayed around him on the new floating land—Lin Xue's frost cooling excited air, Su Mei's crimson teasing winds, Yu's primal roar welcoming.
But three pressed closest—the core queens for this new era.
Lin Xue's cool hand on his chest. "Husband… the qi here sings for you."
Su Mei's warmth against his side. "And for us. Let's claim it."
Yu's tail curling possessive. "Husband strong. Queens stronger together."
Wei Chen pulled them into lazy embrace—kisses shared slow under immortal stars. Hands wandered shameless—robes parting, bodies pressing mid-air.
He claimed Lin Xue first—lifting her light, thrusting deep into eternal cool heat. She moaned tsundere soft, walls milking refined frost. Su Mei and Yu joined—tongues and hands teasing, building cycle.
Climaxes hit gentle—essence surging, adapting to immortal qi instant.
Power spiked. Wei Chen's core cracked immortal barriers—peak immortal emperor in heartbeats, alchemy insight flooding god-like.
He pointed one finger casual at a distant asteroid threat—god-beast remnant. It exploded into dust.
The queens laughed devoted.
"Too easy," Yu rumbled.
"Then we build," Wei Chen said. "Sect. Disciples. Relaxation eternal."
First pill formed in his palm—immortal-grade healing, casual flick.
The Yang Dragon's lazy conquest began.
To be Continued
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