The wave of pure void crashed toward the pride like the unraveling of creation itself.
Wei Chen's eyes flashed gold as he thrust both hands forward, summoning a barrier of radiant Yang energy. The golden wall materialized in an instant, a shimmering dome that enveloped him, his seventeen queens, and the main five disciples below. The void wave slammed into it with apocalyptic force, cracking the barrier like fragile glass. Reality warped around the impact—mountains dissolved into nothingness, skies tore open to reveal endless black, and the ground beneath vaporized into swirling chaos.
The pride held firm, but the strain was immense. Wei Chen's sun brand pulsed erratically, veins of black void creeping along its edges like insidious poison.
"This is my true power," the Void God Emperor intoned, his voice echoing from every shadow in the realm. His form had grown even larger, a colossal silhouette that blotted out the stars, his black-gold aura devouring light from the heavens. "Avatars are mere echoes. I am the void eternal. Your Yang is but a flicker against my endless hunger."
From the rifts surrounding him poured an unending horde: void titans the size of continents, corrupted celestial beasts with eyes of stolen starlight, and legions of shadow emperors—each a devoured god reborn in darkness. The battlefield, already scarred, became a maelstrom of annihilation.
Wei Chen lowered his hands, the barrier holding for now. He turned to his queens, his voice steady amid the storm. "We end this. Together."
Su Mei nodded, her crimson chains coiling like serpents ready to strike. Nyx, her void heritage pulsing with conflicted power, stepped forward. "I know his weakness. The core of his eternity—it's hidden in the deepest void layer. We must pierce it."
The queens formed a perfect circle around Wei Chen, their energies intertwining. Lei Xin's thunder crackled, Shang Mian's space folded, Hua Shi's time slowed the approaching horde. Sheng Si raised undead from the fallen, Ling Hun bound souls to fuel their power, Luan Xu imposed order on the chaos. Seraphina's divine ice clashed with Valeria's primordial fire, creating steam barriers that repelled void tendrils. Elara etched runes that amplified their combined might.
Below, the main five disciples rallied their legions.
Long Tian roared, expanding to a hundred thousand feet, his dragon sword domain slashing through void titans like wheat. "For the Yang Dragon!"
Huo Feng's phoenix flames reborn entire fallen armies, her legion a blazing inferno that pushed back the shadows.
Xuan Shi anchored the defense, his unbreakable form a mountain chain that withstood the emperor's distant strikes.
Mei Ling's illusions turned void legions against their master, whispers of charm making them claw at invisible foes.
Bing Qing froze vast swathes of the horde, her ice sword shattering them into glittering dust.
But the Void God Emperor was relentless. He teleported across the field, appearing amid the disciples' formations. His claws raked through Xuan Shi's defenses, drawing ethereal blood that sizzled into nothingness. He whispered to Mei Ling, temptations of eternal beauty in the void, but she resisted with a defiant smile.
"You fight well," he admitted, vanishing and reappearing before Wei Chen's barrier. "But all light fades."
He slammed both hands against the golden dome. Cracks spiderwebbed across it, void energy seeping through like ink in water.
Inside, Wei Chen felt the drain. His queens pressed closer, their bodies against his in a desperate fusion of power and passion. "Pride cycle—evolve it!"
The cycle ignited anew, more intense than ever. Wei Chen thrust into Su Mei first, her chains wrapping them both as climax surged Yang through him. Nyx joined from behind, her void essence blending with his Yang in a forbidden harmony. Lin Xue's phantom extension linked them all, climaxes chaining like lightning—Lei Xin's thunder amplifying, Hua Shi stretching the moments of ecstasy.
Power exploded outward. Wei Chen's sun brand blazed brighter, the black veins burning away. The barrier reformed, stronger, pushing back the emperor's assault.
With a roar, Wei Chen shattered the dome outward in a shockwave of golden light. He blurred forward, finger pointed like a spear of judgment.
The beam lanced toward the emperor's core—but he dodged, countering with a void fist that sent Wei Chen tumbling through dimensions.
The queens followed, a storm of attacks: Su Mei's chains binding his limbs, Nyx folding void against void, Elara's runes unraveling his regeneration.
The emperor broke free, unleashing his ultimate domain once more—Eternal Void Abyss. The world plunged into darkness, all senses suppressed, Yang energies flickering to embers.
In the abyss, whispers assaulted them: promises of power, eternal life, submission.
Wei Chen's voice cut through. "Queens—link to me!"
Their minds and bodies connected in the void, a mental pride cycle of shared ecstasy and power. Climaxes echoed in the darkness, fueling a new technique.
"Ultimate Yang Nova!"
Wei Chen's form ignited, becoming a living sun. Golden beams erupted in all directions, piercing the abyss and striking the emperor's hidden core—a swirling black-gold heart deep within his form.
The emperor screamed, his colossal body cracking like shattered obsidian. "Impossible... you cannot... consume the void..."
But Wei Chen didn't stop. With his queens' power, he pulled the emperor's essence into himself, Yang devouring void in perfect balance.
The emperor's form dissolved, his screams fading into silence. The rifts closed, the horde vanished.
Light returned to the realm.
Wei Chen floated, exhausted, his sun brand now laced with threads of controlled void—stronger than ever.
His queens embraced him, the disciples cheering below.
"We won," Su Mei whispered, kissing him deeply.
But as peace settled, a distant star in the sky flickered unnaturally. A new presence stirred in the cosmos—a greater threat, ancient and watchful.
The true end was far from over.
To be Continued
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