Paragon of Sin

The next forty-eight hours bore witness to a grand bout of one against seven, one that saw an invincible figure thrusting and piercing his way to victory. While besieged by devious hands, warm tongues, and sensual screeches, the lone male remained undefeated in his conquest. 

The first to tap out was an elf, her glistening bronze skin drenched by a mix of sweat and fluids; she roared out as her body trembled so violently she believed the heavens were calling forth her soul. She lay there in the comfort of those satin sheets as if she was boneless, her semi-conscious eyes suffused with a misty light that dwelled on her recent experience. If the Grey Sands Elves knew that their elected leader was defeated like this, she might never be able to lift her head again. Ai Yin soon let herself fall asleep, drifting off as her body recovered.

The next to fall was Lin Xianxian; her cultivation was sealed, her body cleansed, so she experienced the worst onslaught, especially after the conqueror assaulted her weakness with targeted attacks. 

Pah! Pah!

Her upper cheeks were as red as her bottom, and she found herself accompanying her comrade in the shivers of defeat—not once, but three times back to back without pause. However, she felt a tinge of pride as she wasn't the first to lose like many times before. To her, that was a minor victory worth celebrating. 

"..." Unfortunately, this meant the numbers dwindled, and the fighting grew ever fiercer. The beautiful demon, born from a human with titan lineage and a Violet Mountain that was bestowed a soul by the heavens, teamed with the brown-haired fang-bearing beastwoman; their movements coordinated as they attacked from multiple angles. 

Da Shan and Nyla Shur were the most experienced when it came to teaming up, often experiencing this battlefield. As such, they worked particularly well together as Da Shan assaulted below and Nyla Shur pressed above, both using the most succulent parts of their bodies as the deadliest of weapons. 

They rode, holding on as the conqueror launched his assault from beneath them. Despite holding steady, as that devilish tongue moved in a manner that was rife with profound skill, the first to submit was the Havana Feline Lineage Beastwoman herself, Nyla Shur. She left behind a raining splash of love dew as her pupils closed and that flexible spine bent. 

"Nyla! Mm~ Nooo~" The competitive giantess cried out emotionally as she watched her ally fall before her. But when that hand clutched at her waist, she couldn't afford to pay the half-dead beastwoman any mind. She focused! By the heavens, she had to make sure that he didn't…!

Yet, as she was distracted, those powerful hands that could crush planets and douse stars gripped her hips and pulled her down.

"NO!" She moaned as, despite being eight feet tall, her stomach began to bulge slightly from its base as if showing evidence to the world of her eventual defeat. Despite her size, she was relatively shallow down there, but when pressed against the limits, touching her most intimate area, she could never last long.

The conqueror was merciless with repeated offensives, showing absolutely no mercy. Just three minutes in, her tongue wagged freely, and her golden irises that could beguile the hearts of men were murky. Looking closely, one would find that while she didn't shake like her fallen allies, her body had goosebumps all over. 

A sign of her current continuous state for the past three minutes. Seemingly endless, truly merciless. Despite her mental protest, she was already out, falling onto her enemy with a last desperate attack to snuff him out with the supple mountains of her voluptuous body. Those prideful peaks failed, however. 

The remaining fighters were all human. They included the sensual Mei Yang, the alluring Xiang Ling, and the pious Si De. As if of one mind, they gathered together as their enemy rose, staring at them with those silver eyes as if they were simply fish on the chopping block. 

Mei Yang and Xiang Ling glanced at each other, seeing the churning emotions of hopelessness in each other's eyes, yet they also refused to lose. They dove down, using their lips, mouths, hands, and tongues to subdue that terrifying weapon of massive destruction that sought to slay them. 

The pious Si De didn't mind, feeling no fear as she simply embraced her enemy as if surrendering before the final battle.

"Traitor!"

The two thought as they worked in tandem. They were the weakest humans and cultivators of the seven, so they found unity in their shared plight. Their joint offensive had some effect. Unfortunately, simply the dance of five extremities executing the Martial Art—Plundering the Depths Art—saw their last ally quivering off to the side, defeated with the most joyous smile, tightly clenching onto the fleshy peaks of the slumbering Lin Xianxian.

"Anh~"

At this point, the air subtly changed as the conqueror's focus seemed to shift. Outside of the Original Dawn Palace, the Dark Void was experiencing faint changes as the Third Ascension of Venerable Bluecloud was occurring. They took this opportunity to attack with everything they got! 

The two's valiant efforts did not go unnoticed, but they were taken down all the same. That day, seven beauties had fought with their all. That day, seven beauties had lost. That day, the conqueror remained undefeated. 

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An hour later, Wei Wuyin sat at the edge of the bed, his silver eyes staring at the empty space as his Celestial Eyes shone faintly with spiritual light. 

"He succeeded. Good," Wei Wuyin commented with relief. This was a sign that the devised spells and arts that were theorized after obtaining his suave version's memories were practical and applicable. It was a type of Infusion Cultivation Method that directly injected alchemical energies alongside broken down alchemical products into key locations of an individual's body, such as meridians, acupuncture points, and organs, to drastically increase the ease of refinement. 

Thanks to the Library of Eden, he had invented a version for Mortals. However, he was still determining if he could properly apply it to Ascended beings, and only because of his alternative version's memories of being an Ascended being, his experience, and insights, was he able to elevate it to the next level. 

Since time immemorial, there had never been a Mortal Sovereign Alchemist who had invented a Mystic-Grade Cultivation Method for Ascended beings—NEVER. It defied common sense, broke societal conventions of the cultivation world, and exceeded what should be possible.

But Wei Wuyin was already a heaven-defying irregular, abnormal to a pinnacle at this point. Especially because of one incredible fact: He understood the Language of Mysticism! 

A Mortal Cultivator that could UNDERSTAND, which meant read and write, not speak, Mysticism was entirely against everything that defined the world. But thanks to the Library of Eden and his alternative version's memories after reaching the Earthly Saint Phase, Wei Wuyin had fully grasped the intricate language as if it was the common tongue. Considering that Eden couldn't perceive the memories of Ascended beings and the Existential Framework for them were typically unchangeable, this showed how unnatural his circumstances were!

The River of Time had truly regressed his alternative version in every way, making an Ascended being a genuine mortal!

The effects this would have on his cultivation would definitely be unprecedented! After all, Mystic Runes were composed of the profound language of the Mystic Dao, the very same language of Mysticism, and cultivators at the Star Core Phase, the peak of the Mortal Realms, would try to comprehend these profundities. While their success only needed to be elementary, sufficient enough to overcome the Second Ascension, reaching the Soul of Mysticism Phase, it was an extremely difficult threshold that few could overcome.

The Soul of Mysticism Phase required a certain degree of comprehension of the Way of Mysticism and its nine runes: Mana, Spirit, Radiant, Spatial, Temporal, Oceanic, Infusion, Permanence, and Conversion. As long as one had an elementary level of understanding of all nine, they would ascend! It could be likened to a test, and should one pass, their efforts would be rewarded with an existential elevation and tremendously increased lifespan.

Furthermore, he finally understood why the Mystic Star Phase existed! 

°A stage of preparation; it's easier to comprehend the Mystic Dao as an Ascended, so the heavens grace cultivators with a second chance at an impossibly difficult realm as long as they didn't completely fail the test of comprehension.° 

This 'failure of the test' is typically when a cultivator has yet to comprehend the Way of Mysticism's runes to an 'elementary' level, reflected by their level of Runic Ascension. As such, cultivators that make it to the Mystic Star Phase don't fail their Mystic Ascension. Instead, they are given more time for their efforts! 

As for those who were at the bottom of the barrel in terms of comprehension, likely comprehending too little of the Way of Mysticism or none of it, their lives were forfeit. There was no redemption. 

The heavens were fair and reasonable; Cultivation was difficult.

In a way, those at the Mystic Star Phase were genuinely considered as living failures of the Mystic Dao, like a student failing their grade short of a few points. Wei Wuyin's perspective had changed, but he now knew that other societies similarly saw the Mystic Star Phase as a legitimate stage of cultuvation in the Mystic Ascendant Realm for a reason! It was used as a tempering stage! 

This gave Wei Wuyin a unique opportunity, one that his alternative self wasn't able to capitalize on due to his aggressive rushing to the Realm of Sages. He knew that there was a type of special cultivation method that could only be used at the Mystic Star Phase! A way to create an unimaginably sturdy foundation befitting demonic geniuses and their fortune, one that might shake the very heavens!

Those beyond the Sealed Regions, those with exceptional backgrounds, almost all used this type of method to ensure their dominance of the Mystic Ascendant Realm and the highest foundation possible.

As he thought about it, he faintly smiled.

'All I have to do is survive my Star Core Tribulation…and the Third Calamity of Hell.' Despite the harrowing thought of those two events, Wei Wuyin had never felt so confident. 

Shortly after, Wei Wuyin's Saint Ring shone with faint spiritual light. He scanned the transmission, and his eyes brightened, "She's here." With that, he rose from the bed, swiped his hand over his body, and his clothes made of Essence of War formed. 

He gave the two-day-long battlefield a brief look, his eyes content, and he left. The seven beauties, including the Sealed Ascended Lin Xianxian, were all sleeping not exclusively due to their physical exhaustion, but their bodies refining the pure, dense, rich yang essence that entered them. They were bound to experience unimaginable advances in their innate energies.

Traveling the halls of the Original Dawn Palace, he arrived in a large room with a Void Gate within it. Waiting at its side was a dark-haired, white-robed woman with her slender back facing him. The woman inspected the Void Gate curiously, her hand on her chin. Wei Wuyin called out smilingly, "Na Xinyi."

The dark-haired woman turned to reveal a pair of gorgeous grey eyes and an exquisite countenance.