Inside the side chamber, the scene was a stark contrast to the brutality outside, saturated with a nearly mad sense of intimacy.
“Jiang Gongzi, Jiang Gongzi…” Chi Lian murmured in a daze. With each time, her mind felt as if it would scatter entirely.
Her body, usually hidden beneath voluminous robes, now revealed its mature, seductive curves, her skin flushed with a passionate peach hue.
The initial shyness had long been replaced by something deep and inexpressible, welling from the depths of her bloodline.
So hot, so hot, so hot, so hot, so hot.
That was all Jiang Huai could think—so hot, so hot. Was this the true nature of the Red Dragon Clan?
Chi Lian’s previously passive posture had, at some point, changed. Her slender waist now boldly took the lead.
In the midst of a violent jolt, she suddenly flipped over, pinning the unprepared Jiang Huai beneath her.
Her ink-black hair cascaded down, sticking to her sweat-soaked forehead and flushed cheeks.
Those usually timid eyes now shimmered with watery light, a haze of wild greed burning within them.
She looked down at the stunned Jiang Huai beneath her, full lips parted, breath hot and trembling with tears, yet filled with an undeniable demand:
“I want more…”
Each time her plump peach-like body sank down, it was deep and heavy, as if she meant to swallow the man beneath her whole.
Her long red dragon tail gradually wrapped itself around Jiang Huai’s neck, gently tightening.
Her slender fingers gripped Jiang Huai’s arms so hard her nails nearly pierced his skin.
Jiang Huai was utterly astonished.
He hadn’t expected that this girl, who usually spoke so softly and seemed so meek, would reveal such a fiery side in this moment.
He vaguely sensed that there was some strange, cyclical yearning inside Chi Lian that was being awakened.
Looking at Chi Lian now, as if she wished to devour him completely, wholly dominant.
“Enough, enough!” Jiang Huai suddenly opened his eyes, a sharp light flashing within them.
He could feel the Chaos Dao Platform within his dantian compressed to the limit, the black-and-white Golden Core entwined with the phantom of the red dragon suddenly stabilizing.
Golden Core Stage—on the Yin-Yang Body, this was the Hunyuan Dao Fruit.
Without hesitation, nearly ruthlessly, he withdrew from that lingering embrace, rising to his feet in an instant.
Boundless power surged through every part of his body like a river breaking through a dam.
He had no time to savor the marvel of this breakthrough, nor to comfort the still-bewildered Chi Lian, whose legs twitched unconsciously as she lay on the makeshift mat, dazed eyes fixed on him.
Hurriedly gathering his scattered robes, he dressed and grabbed his longsword, then, like a sudden gust of wind, dashed out of the side chamber, heading straight for the shrine’s center—where the Demonic Dragon Remains raged, driving all spirits to frenzy.
Chihuang’s vision was going dark, gray decay spreading from her dragon horns to the tips of her hair.
The longsword in her hand felt unbearably heavy; she feared her next strike would exhaust her strength entirely.
She couldn’t hold on—she just couldn’t. At this rate, she might—
She wouldn’t last much longer.
Were those two inside done yet? Did Chi Lian always take this long?
Gradually, Chihuang’s appearance became ragged; at first glance, she seemed no different from The Resentful Spirit.
Chihuang felt her mind slipping into a haze, her will scattering.
“Jiang Huai… Jiang Huai…” she mumbled.
A figure, wrapped in a thrilling, entirely new aura, streaked past her like lightning tearing through the darkness.
The aura surrounding Jiang Huai was completely changed—not the restrained calm of Foundation Establishment, but the vast majesty belonging to the Golden Core Stage.
Even more remarkable, the energy circulating around him was not a single attribute but the intertwined Two Energies of Yin and Yang, which behind him vaguely formed a slowly rotating chaotic vortex, exuding an ancient power that could both create and destroy all things.
“Yin-Yang Rotation, all laws return to the void! Purify!”
Jiang Huai’s clear shout rang out, sword pointing at the Demonic Dragon Remains.
This was a technique inherited from the previous generation’s Yin-Yang Body, specifically meant to deal with such things tainted by Outworld Heavenly Demons.
The black-and-white energies, like two roaring dragons, entwined with his Sword Qi, transformed into a colossal Yin-Yang Sword Wheel, ruthlessly slashing at the dark chains binding the Dragon Remains and the twin masses of demonic flames.
“Hiss!!!”
This time, it was no longer an even match.
The sword wheel, brimming with pure yin-yang origin, seemed destined to be the bane of all evil and resentment.
The previous generation’s Yin-Yang Body had not solved this, but after ten thousand years, Jiang Huai was now able to.
The black chains, upon touching the sword wheel, shrieked as if scorched by the sun, shattering and dissipating inch by inch.
Within the Dragon Remains’ eye sockets, the demonic flames flickered wildly, giving a howl that blended agony and terror!
As the chains shattered and the demonic energy was purified, the massive red dragon bones began to tremble violently.
A sorrow and clarity accumulated over ten thousand years, like a pearl wiped clean of dust, slowly replaced the prior madness and venom.
“Ancestor!” Chihuang turned her head weakly, barely able to call out.
Outside, the rampaging Resentful Spirits also seemed to sense the change in their ancestor’s aura.
The boundless resentment and frenzy receded like the tide.
They ceased their assault, standing bewildered in place, empty sockets gazing toward the shrine.
Watching all this, Chihuang’s taut spirit finally relaxed, her forced strength instantly vanishing.
Her legs gave out, and with a thud, she collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, not wishing to move even a finger.
Like Chi Lian, she too lay on the ground, utterly spent.
Beyond the Secret Realm, deep within the South Sea Dragon Palace.
Wu Zhaohua and Qin Qingyue stood side by side, both possessing Heavenly Immortal cultivation.
Their divine senses, vast as oceans, ceaselessly swept and probed the impossibly sturdy walls of the Secret Realm.
Rarely did the two women cooperate, but this time, it was for Jiang Huai.
“How strange. This Secret Realm’s barrier is seamlessly whole; there isn’t a single law node we can find as a point of entry.” Qin Qingyue’s brows knitted in worry, her tone heavy and tense.
“With our combined strength, we can’t even open the slightest crack?”
Wu Zhaohua focused her senses, a hint of surprise flickering across her cool, beautiful face.
“It’s true. But within this barrier, there is a faint flow of yin-yang Dao resonance—pure and ancient, far beyond our expectations.”
She paused, glancing at Qin Qingyue.
Qin Qingyue happened to look at her at the same time.
It seemed this Secret Realm must be deeply connected to the previous generation’s Yin-Yang Body.
Suddenly, as if sensing something, Wu Zhaohua’s graceful body stiffened, and a very unnatural blush spread across her perfect features, a trace of embarrassment flashing in her clear eyes.
She could distinctly feel, from the spot of her Spirit Sword Pattern—where her life was linked with Jiang Huai’s—waves of precise, unmistakable rhythm.
A pulse, a thrust…
“No need to worry. It seems he’s doing just fine in the Secret Realm,” Wu Zhaohua said through clenched teeth.
He’s actually doing that in there?
“What is it?” Qin Qingyue asked curiously.
“Hmph.”