Chapter 774- The Visions
They jumped. The twins, in synchronized movement, launched at the serpent. Their swords, the Body Integration qi channeling through the blades, sliced. The serpent, its head, its body, was struck. The scales, the emerald and gold, cracked. The blood, the green, acidic fluid, sprayed.
The snake struck back. Its tail, the massive, muscular appendage, swept. The twins, their bodies, were hit. The impact, the force, sent them sliding. Their robes, the fabric, tore. The tear marks, the rips in the silk, revealed skin. Jin Yuhan’s shoulder, the pale flesh. The junior sister’s thigh, the slender limb.
They gasped. The pain, the impact, was there. But they recovered. Their swords, the qi, came up again. They struck. The serpent, its wounded body, was driven back. Again. And again. The blades, the Body Integration energy, cut. The snake, its head, its hood, its fangs, was severed. The body, the massive, scaled body, fell. The ground shook.
The twins, gasping, their torn robes, their sweating bodies, stood over the corpse. Their dark eyes, on Tianlong, searched for approval. For acknowledgment. For any sign that they had done well.
He snapped his finger.
The healing, the divine qi, the golden light, flowed. The torn robes, the fabric, was mended. The spiritual energy, the transcendent power, repaired. The tear marks, the rips, the damage — all of it, gone. As if it had never happened. The twins, their bodies, their robes, were restored.
He walked. Past the serpent corpse. Past the twins. Deeper into the cave. His four women, behind him, followed.
The monsters, the smaller beasts, the guardians that lurked in the deeper chambers, were dealt with. Not with swords. Not with qi. With a snap. A gesture. A wave of his hand. The divine qi, the transcendent power, pulsed. The beasts, the creatures, died. Instantly. Their bodies, their spiritual cores, their qi — extinguished. Like candles in a hurricane.
They walked. Through the chambers, past the corpses, through the formation barriers that dissolved at his touch. Deeper. Deeper. Until the cave opened.
~~ The Reincarnation Pool
The cavity was huge.
A natural cavern, the dome of stone, the ceiling covered in glowing formation crystals, was vast. The walls, the ancient jade-green inscriptions, the Jade Sect’s legacy, were everywhere. The light, the soft, blue-white glow, illuminated the space.
And in the center, the pool.
The Reincarnation Pool. The legendary waters. The inheritance of the Jade Sect’s Fairy. The prize that hundreds of cultivators, thousands of soldiers, dozens of powerhouses had been fighting and dying for.
The water was transparent. Clear, pure, still. The blue color, the shimmering, ethereal blue, was not the water’s color. It was the reflection. The ceiling, the formation crystals, the jade-green and blue inscriptions, reflected in the still surface. The water itself was clear. Pure. Like liquid glass.
Tianlong stood at the edge. His gold-crimson eyes, on the pool, assessed. The divine perception, the transcendent awareness, extended. Through the water, through the formations, through the ancient arrays. The pool, the water, the spiritual energy contained within — all of it, was analyzed.
"The Reincarnation Pool," he said. His voice was soft. The confirmation, the acknowledgment, was there. "It seems like what they told me."
His gold-crimson eyes swept the four women. The assessment, the command, was in his gaze.
"Strip," he said.
The word, the single, absolute command, was there.
Madam Fengwan moved first. Her sharp eyes, on him, held the eagerness. She undressed. The dark red and gold robes, the fabric, fell. Her undergarments, the bra, the panties, dropped. Her body, the full, mature frame, the thick ass, the heavy boobs, was bare. She walked. Her hips, the wide, curved, full hips, swayed. The thick ass, the heavy cheeks, jiggled with each step. She walked into the pool. The water, cool and clear, rose to her ankles, her calves, her thighs, her waist. She stood. The water, the transparent liquid, lapped at her skin.
The junior sister followed. The prodigy, the cold beautiful face, the slender body. Her robes fell. Her small breasts, her pink nipples, her hairy pussy, the tight slit — all bare. She walked. Her steps, measured, were the steps of a woman who had been broken and remade. She entered the pool. Beside Fengwan.
Then Jin Yuhan, the princess. Her robes fell. Her slender body, her small breasts, her hairy pussy. She entered. Beside her twin.
Then Bai. The young woman, the student, the one whose hands were still folded. Her plain robes, the borrowed clothes, fell. Her slender frame, her small breasts, her pink nipples, her hairy pussy. She stood at the edge.
Tianlong grabbed her. His hand, large and pale, caught her wrist. The grip, the divine qi, the warmth, hit her. Her body, the slender frame, jolted. Her thick ass, the full cheeks, jiggled from the sudden stop.
His other hand found her boobs. The small mounds, the soft flesh, were groped. His fingers, through the fabric of her falling robe, found her nipple. He pinched.
Her face flushed. Her dark eyes, wide, wet, blinked. She looked at him. The confusion, the arousal, the fear, was there.
"What happened to you?" he said. His voice was soft. The question, the seemingly concerned, seemingly gentle question of a man who had noticed something different about her, was there.
He leaned. His mouth found hers. The kiss, deep, invasive, French, was there. His tongue, his lips, his warmth, invaded. Her mouth, her coral lips, her tongue, responded. Not willingly. Instinctively. The divine qi, the pheromones, the overwhelming presence, drove her body to respond.
His hand, on her ass, spread. The thick cheek, the full flesh, was pulled apart. Her anal, the brown ring, the tight, untouched hole, was revealed. The exposure, the humiliation of having her most private part displayed before the other women, was there. He pushed her, gently, toward the pool. Toward the other women, who were watching.
Bai trembled. Her dark eyes, wet, looked down. She wanted to speak. To ask. To beg for the headmistress’s release. But his mouth, his kiss, his tongue, silenced her. The muffled sounds, the wet, slurping, obscene sounds of a deep kiss, filled the cavern.
She entered the pool. The water, cool and clear, rose. Her body, the slender frame, was immersed. The kiss broke. She gasped.
The moment she entered, the moment her skin touched the Reincarnation Pool water, it happened.
Her eyes twitched. Her body, the slender frame, went rigid. Her mouth opened. The gasp, the sharp, involuntary gasp of a woman whose consciousness had been seized, was there.
The memories flooded.
~~ The Visions
The future.
Bai saw it. The visions, the fragments, the glimpses of what was to come. Not her past life. Her future. The future of this world.
She saw the upper realm. The immortal dynasties. The celestial courts. The vast, sprawling, incomprehensible world above the mortal plane. She saw the politics, the factions, the wars, the alliances.
She saw him. Tianlong. The Emperor. Standing at the center of it all. His power, his cultivation, his divine qi — all of it, grown. Expanded. Transcendent. He was not just an emperor. He was a sovereign. A being whose authority spanned realms. Whose cock had remade nations. Whose seed had created dynasties.
She saw the world beneath his palm. The mortal world, the upper realm, everything — all of it, under his control. The kings, the emperors, the sect leaders, the ancestors — all of them, kneeling. Before him. Before his power.
Before his cock.
She saw herself. In the future. On her knees. Her mouth, on his cock. Her eyes, vacant, devoted. Her body, a vessel.