The glow grew. The qi, feeding on the pleasure, on the orgasms, on the divine-qi-laced moans and screams, expanded. The stable, the walls, the roof, the hay, the horses, the lanterns, were bathed in golden light. The horses, in their stalls, stamped. The stallion, still fucking, neighed louder. The mare brayed.
The energy climbed. Up. Through the roof. Through the stable. Into the sky. The golden light, rising, became a pillar. A column of condensed divine qi, mixed with sword intent, mixed with sexual energy, mixed with the particular, transcendent energy of three women being fucked to breakthrough, shot upward.
