The rift widened like a gaping wound in the cosmos, spilling forth the Void Dragon Ancestors—an ancient clan of draconic horrors, their forms twisted amalgamations of void essence and stolen dragon bloodlines. Dozens of them emerged, each the size of small worlds, with scales of swirling black voids that absorbed light and spewed tendrils of corrupting darkness. Their leader, the Void Dragon Patriarch, towered above the rest, his eyes twin abysses glowing with malevolent hunger. "Yang Dragon whelp," he bellowed, voice shattering nearby stars into dust. "Your meddling ends here. We claim your pure bloodline for our ascension!"
Wei Chen floated at the forefront, his seventeen queens—now potentially nineteen—arrayed in a protective formation around him. The two new arrivals from the rift, the cosmic saintess with her starry hair cascading like a galaxy veil over her voluptuous curves and the eclipse-touched beauty with shadowy wings framing her fiery eyes and lithe, toned body, hovered close, their auras still raw from the quick dual cultivation in the chaos. Both women glanced at Wei Chen with a mix of awe and desire, their bodies trembling from the yang essence he'd flooded them with earlier.
"Patriarch, huh?" Wei Chen smirked, his golden eyes blazing as he assessed the threat. His Nine-Suns Overload Physique pulsed, yang energy surging in response to the ancestral draconic pressure. "You voids are all the same—big talk, bigger appetites. But I've got something that'll make you choke."
The ancestors unleashed their full might. Waves of void dragon breath cascaded down—corrupting flames that twisted reality, turning air to poison and ground to swirling abysses. Eclipse beasts from before paled in comparison; these were true ancients, summoning void storms that pulled entire legions toward oblivion. The main five disciples below barked orders, their thousands of outer disciples forming defensive arrays enhanced by Wei Chen's Void-Yang Harmony Pills. Long Tian expanded once more, his dragon sword domain clashing with an ancestor's claw in a explosion that rent the void.
"Hold the line!" Huo Feng shouted, her phoenix flames rebirth-cycling fallen disciples as she led a charge against a lesser ancestor. Xuan Shi became a colossal shield, tanking breath attacks that would erase empires. Mei Ling's charm illusions sowed doubt among the clan, making some ancestors hesitate mid-strike. Bing Qing froze void tendrils solid, her ice sword shattering them into harmless shards.
But the pressure mounted. The Patriarch teleported close, his massive maw snapping at Su Mei. She dodged with crimson chains lashing out, binding his jaw temporarily. "Insolent!" he roared, breaking free and unleashing a domain—Ancestral Void Prison—that suppressed all yang, dimming Wei Chen's sun brand to a flicker.
Wei Chen felt the strain, his body heating up dangerously as the overload threatened to erupt unchecked. "Queens—protect the new ones. Time for initiation." He pulled the cosmic saintess and eclipse beauty closer, his hands roaming their bodies possessively amid the battle. "You two want in? Prove it. Submit fully—heart and body."
The cosmic saintess, named Astra, nodded eagerly, her starry eyes locking on his. "Yes, Yang Dragon. I choose you—fuck me, seal me as yours." The eclipse beauty, named Umbra, spread her shadowy wings, her fiery gaze smoldering. "I've waited eternities for a true master. Pound me senseless— I submit."
The steamy initiation ritual began right there, mid-chaos, as queens formed a protective circle. Wei Chen stripped Astra first, his cock—throbbing and veined with golden yang—springing free. He bent her over a floating debris chunk, sliding into her wet, starry pussy from behind. "Tight as a black hole, huh? Feel my yang invade you." He thrust hard, pounding with rhythmic slaps, her wetness coating him as she moaned loudly. "Yes! Deeper, master—stretch me!" Dirty talk flowed: "Tell me you want my creampie flooding your core."
"I do! Fill me—make me your queen!" Her climax hit like a supernova, squirting essence that amplified his power. He creampied her deep, yang seed surging, applying the Heart-Anchor Seal with her enthusiastic consent. She glowed, her cosmic yin unlocking a new path in his scripture—star-forged resilience.
Without pause, he turned to Umbra, lifting her legs around his waist as he thrust into her eclipse-tight folds. "Wet and hot—perfect for my cock." He pounded standing, her wings wrapping them in shadow camouflage from enemy strikes. "Fuck me harder, yang emperor—I choose this!" She begged, nails raking his back. Multiple rounds: He switched to anal, her tightness gripping like void suction. "Take it all—scream my name." Climaxes chained; she squirted twice, his creampie sealing her with the anchor, her eclipse yin granting shadow-yang fusion.
The other queens joined in harem sharing. Lin Xue's phantom extension linked Astra to Wei Chen, allowing double penetration feel as Su Mei licked Umbra's clit during thrusts. "Share the pleasure, sisters," Lin Xue purred. Lei Xin's thunder vibrated through their bodies, heightening orgasms. Four explicit scenes unfolded: Wei Chen group-fucked the new queens with veterans—thrusting into Nyx while Astra rode his face, then switching to Umbra bent over with Sheng Si's undead touch reviving stamina. Fluids everywhere—creampies dripping, squirting mixing with battle sweat. "You love my cock owning you both, don't you? Say it louder!"
"Yes, master! Harder—we're yours!" Their combined yin poured into him, pushing his cultivation to the brink.
Fluffy moments interwove: Post-climax cuddles in Hua Shi's time bubble, Wei Chen kissing Astra's forehead. "Welcome to the pride, starry one." She blushed, nuzzling. "Feels like home." Umbra teased playfully, sparking light jealousy from Seraphina: "Shadow wings? Showoff—but hot." They laughed, bonding quickly.
Energized, Wei Chen invented a new weapon mid-ritual—a Forbidden Yang Dragon Spear, forged from his blood and the new queens' essences. "This'll pierce their ancestors." The spear materialized, golden with starry and eclipse veins.
The Void Dragon Ancestors pressed harder. The Patriarch charged, void claws aimed at Wei Chen's heart. "Die, whelp!"
Wei Chen's body ignited. "Forbidden Yang Dragon Form—unlock!" His physique evolved, scales of pure golden yang erupting over his skin, horns curling from his head, wings of solar fire unfurling. His size grew to match the ancestors, cock still hard from the ritual, now a weapon of dual cultivation destruction. Yang energy exploded, shattering the Ancestral Void Prison.
He blurred forward, spear thrusting into a lesser ancestor's core. It exploded in void dust. "One down."
The pride followed his lead. Queens unleashed amplified attacks: Astra summoned star barrages, Umbra folded shadows to trap ancestors. Disciples shone—the sub-main five, enhanced by pills, joined spotlight fights, their scripture techniques freezing, burning, and slashing voids.
Wei Chen clashed with the Patriarch head-on. "Your clan's done." He pointed one finger—now draconic—unleashing a beam that pierced the Patriarch's defenses. But the ancient healed, countering with a breath that scorched Wei Chen's new form.
"Pride cycle—evolve!" Queens tangled mid-air, Wei Chen thrusting into Su Mei while Astra and Umbra rode phantom extensions. Climaxes surged: "Fuck yes—take my yang!" Creampies and squirts fueled him. Power peaked.
He speared the Patriarch's heart. "End."
The Patriarch screamed, dissolving—but his essence fled into the rift, whispering, "The true void awakens... our emperor returns."
More ancestors poured out, endless.
Wei Chen grinned. "Bring it."
But deeper in the cosmos, a supreme void entity stirred—the Ultimate Void Dragon God.
To be Continued
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