Chapter 108: Refined Heavens and the Origin Messenger
The golden smoke of the unsealed Sovereign Cultivation Interface slowly settled into the gold-alloy floorboards of the freshly upgraded flagship. The massive decks of The Eternal Primordial Vault-Carrier vibrated with a deep, liquid power, completely isolated inside its own dimensional fault.
But as the thirty-day countdown to the Universal Origin Sector ticked down its first few seconds, a massive wave of playful, territorial fury completely took over the central suite.
The heavy dark-iron doors of the private cultivation pavilion were violently thrown open. Yoo Ji-a marched straight across the plush velvet rug, her long midnight-black ponytail swaying violently as her violet eyes flashed with an intense, unhinged jealousy. Her radiant light violet silk gown billowed around her narrow, athletic waist as she stepped right onto the stone meditation dais, aggressively grabbing Min-jae’s right arm to pull him back against her soft curves.
"Oh, no you don’t, Min-jae! You’re not locking your channels for a thirty-day meditation session until you fulfill your promise!" Ji-a purred loudly, her face flushing an intense, flustered crimson as her heart raced violently against his side. "You promised us a real joint wedding registry the moment the High Courts submitted! Look at this massive new palace suite—there are ten separate bedrooms, but you haven’t assigned a single bed segment yet! You’re signing our marriage documents right now!"
"The shadow spear speaks with an embarrassing amount of frantic greed," Medusa countered smoothly, her large, piercing icy-blue eyes narrowing into a sharp field of pure envy as she immediately squeezed her exceptionally voluptuous hourglass figure and heavy chest straight onto Min-jae’s left arm. Her porcelain cheeks were flushed a deep, sultry pink as her lavender silk robes tangled with his shirt. "A True God-Tier Flagship requires a proper, formal signing ceremony, not a rushed shouting match. But she is correct, husband. You cannot leave our hearth empty before we march toward the universe creators. Fulfill the contract."
Min-jae sat perfectly paralyzed in the absolute center of the large jade meditation cushion, his arms firmly crossed over his chest as a massive crimson flush rapidly covered his entire face. His ears burned a bright, flustered pink beneath his collar, his cold regressor focus completely short-circuited under their close, suffocating physical touch.
"The... the thirty-day window requires maximum element concentration, girls," Min-jae muttered, his voice dropping into a low, thoroughly flustered baritone as his neck burned red. "We need to refine the seventy high court cores first."
"We can sign the documents during the refinement loop, husband," Liu Xiao voiced softly, her majestic voice carrying a beautiful, genuinely satisfied smirk as she stepped gracefully out from the inner bath chamber.
The silver-green haired Nature Goddess had completely unsealed her outer robes for the meditation cycle, wearing only a soft, loose white silk lounging gown that clung flawlessly to her dangerous silhouette. Her smooth porcelain shoulders were completely bare, and her exceptionally large, heavy breasts rose and fell in a slow, rhythmic pattern as she breathed. Her exotic emerald eyes locked onto his face with an absolute, fanatical love that instantly made Min-jae’s heart beat like a hammer.
"Xiao is right," Gu Bylai added smoothly, her pale blue silk dress drifting like mist as she sat down at his knees, her alluring eyes wide with an intense, breathless shyness. "The system’s dual cultivation multiplier will double our speed if our marriage registries are fully updated. Let us help you."
Han Seo-yoon, Major General Ye-rin, Han Chae-won, the twins, and Lady Crimson all crowded tightly onto the massive jade dais, their long, sweeping silk traditional gowns tangling together beautifully as they all reached out to touch his hands, their faces flushing with pure, adoring romance.
Min-jae let out a quiet, flustered sigh, his fixer brain completely running out of defensive paths under their suffocating devotion. He focused his thoughts, execution-tapping the gold smoke interface to accept the prompts.
[Sovereign Cultivation Interface Mainframe Update!]
[Joint Marriage Contract Upgrade: 100% Success!]
[All Ten Queens have been formally registered into your True God-Tier Throne Room!]
[Your Total Dual-Cultivation Base Modifier has been permanently multiplied by 500%!]
The moment the registries were locked, the massive hoard of seventy High Court Sovereign Cores and ancient manuals violently dissolved into pure, liquid golden spiritual streams, flooding straight into the interconnected veins of the entire family.
To ensure the refinement hit its absolute peak, Min-jae guided Liu Xiao into the private central pool area of the suite. The warm, fragrant vapor rose like a silk veil around them, isolating them entirely from the playful bickering of the outer lounge. Min-jae sat close to her on the smooth stone bank, his loose black silk shirt resting open as their internal paths synchronized.
"The nature divinity is blending perfectly with your solar core, Honey," Liu Xiao whispered breathlessly, her face flushed a deep, sultry pink as she leaned her voluptuous hourglass body tightly against his chest, her soft hands gently tracing the golden runes on his shirt. Her emerald eyes were wide, filled with an intense, breathless adoration as she pulled his head down into another deep, quiet, and wet romantic kiss, their tongues melting together in perfect, blissful isolation.
Min-jae didn’t pull away, his standard human shyness completely replaced by absolute trust as he wrapped his strong arms around her narrow waist, pulling her heavy chest flat against his heart while their level needles continuously clicked forward through the weeks.
On the twenty-ninth day of their intense joint refinement, the peaceful silence of the upper atmosphere was violently shattered.
The ship’s outer absolute gravity barrier let out a deep, structural groan as a massive, dark-purple spatial tear violently split the cloud layer directly over their deck. Descending slowly from the rift, surrounded by thousands of rotating silver code strings, was a low-ranking Origin Messenger Entity (Level 66 Divine Soul Realm). The creature appeared as an arrogant, silver-skinned youth draped in stiff white ceramic robes that bled a low-frequency hum, his blank stone face dripping with complete, aristocratic detachment.
"Mortal low-lives!" the Messenger’s multi-layered voice vibrated through the deck bulkheads like loud, rhythmic thunder. He looked down at the flying ship with an absolute, superior disdain. "The Primary Universe Creators have seen your petty regional thefts! Your lower-plane lineage has broken the order of the lower skies! I have descended to deliver your absolute deletion file! Submit your souls to the Universal Origin Sector, or your entire database will be forcefully turned into scrap data!"
The surrounding air grew incredibly, suffocatingly tense, a heavy wave of high-stakes suspense and tension filling the sector.
Min-jae slowly stepped out from the luxury cultivation suite, his black silk shirt fluttering in the high-altitude mountain wind. His eyes tracked the silver youth, a cold, dark, and highly calculated grin slowly spreading across his handsome face. He had spent the last twenty-nine days refining the high court treasures alongside his ten beautiful wives, and his strength had reached an entirely un-deletable dimension of existence.
[Current Status: Level 68 — Peak Stage of the Divine Soul Realm!]
[Your Sovereign Golden Greatsword has successfully integrated the High Court Law Metrics!]
Min-jae didn’t even shift his stance or pull his hands out of his trouser pockets. He simply looked up at the arrogant messenger with an entirely unbothered, mocking clarity.
"You came down here early just to read a warning file?" Min-jae murmured smoothly, his low baritone voice carrying an absolute, quiet confidence that instantly put the girls at ease as they lined up behind his flank in their gorgeous silk gowns. "In my ledger, an arrogant warning simply requires an immediate, final face-slapping transaction."
Min-jae didn’t even draw his blade to full length. He simply unleashed a single, concentrated wave of his un-blockable Vajra World-Breaker Strike straight through his fingers, mixing his refined Divine Flame with the golden runes of his new metrics.
A catastrophic, blinding crescent wave of white-hot solar lightning and crimson fire qi violently shot out from his palm at supersonic velocity, traveling straight through the silver code strings. The un-blockable True Damage treated the Messenger’s high-tier ceramic armor and creator-class shields like thin, dry glass.
"w-what?!" the Origin Messenger gasped out, his face completely contorting into a mask of pure, humiliated terror as his entire fifteen-foot pride was forcefully smashed flat onto his face against the ship’s outer deck plates. "How can a mortal human deploy that volume of active fire-law technique?! My core... Nooooo!."
In less than a fraction of a millisecond, the massive True Damage backlash forcefully vaporized his silver frame into a clean cloud of white experience particles, leaving his life bar at absolute zero before he could even finish compiling a single counter-salvo. The proud messenger of the creators had been completely, flawlessly dismantled into dead data pixels, leaving a giant mountain of gold coins and a pulsing Universal Origin Fragment right before Min-jae’s boots.
Min-jae casually spun his heavy gold greatsword onto his right shoulder with effortless, dominant ease, his deadpan focus locking back toward the massive purple gateway fully unsealing in the sky above.
"The timer is at absolute zero," Min-jae murmured flatly, his voice a low thunderclap that echoed through the empty silver rifts as his ten flawless queens stepped closely to his sides, their eyes wide with absolute, fanatical pride and love. "Ye-rin, set the transit trajectory straight into the center of the Universal Origin Sector. The final creators are awake now, and our vanguard line is ready to take the rest of their thrones."