My Seven Wives Are Beautiful Saintesses - Chapter 178

Chapter 178: Chapter 178: The Grand Alchemy Hall -1 (R18)
The surrender of the Land of Alchemy provided Vahn with the single most critical resource needed for his final campaign: time, converted into instantaneous, mass-producible power.

With the Celestial Empire accelerating the descent of Goddess Attila, Vahn needed to push his entire coalition, from the lowest Necrotic soldier to his highest-ranking Empresses, past their limits, and the only way to achieve such a rapid, continental-scale power-up was through Divine Alchemy.

Moments after confirming the terms of surrender, Vahn moved with ruthless efficiency. He ignored the formalities of occupying the capital and immediately demanded access to the Grand Alchemy Hall, the epicenter of the continent’s alchemical knowledge.

Saintess Flama, now Empress Flama, led him, her footsteps light with a mixture of excitement and nervous devotion.

Patriach Astoria, also known as Xion Astoria, followed, looking solemn but relieved.

That being said, he stopped at the dooraway to give them some alone time.

The Grand Alchemy Hall was a colossal, circular chamber, built entirely of heat-resistant spiritual jade and inlaid with ancient, pulsating formation runes. At its center rested the Eternal Cauldron, a relic of the ancient God Wars, large enough to brew elixirs for ten thousand men at once.

Vahn dismissed all attending alchemists and guards, leaving only Flama to observe.

“Empress Flama, I require your cooperation,” Vahn stated, his demeanor shifting from the Emperor of War to the Master Alchemist. “You are the master of this Fire Dao. I need the output of this Hall pushed to its absolute breaking point.”

Vahn didn’t wait for a reply. He immediately began summoning his alchemical tools, and Flama gasped as she recognized the power he was unleashing. From his spiritual core erupted the Heavenly Flame, a brilliant, crimson-gold fire that was not merely hot, but contained the essence of creation and purification itself. Thr flame was capable of refining even primordial spiritual ores.

Flama watched in awe as Vahn, with effortless grace, began the alchemical process. He didn’t follow the complex, slow methods of the Land of Alchemy. Instead, he employed the knowledge gained from his recent Dan God’s Inheritance, which was the ultimate accumulation of cosmic alchemical wisdom.

He threw in colossal quantities of spiritual herbs, Monarch-level beast cores, and rare resources that would take a normal master years to prepare and hours to cook.

Vahn refined them simultaneously, controlling the temperature of the Heavenly Flame with a terrifying, absolute precision that defied conventional spiritual physics.

He was concocting Heaven and Divine Grade medicinal pills specifically Dans of Perfection and Rapid Breakthrough Elixirs in batches capable of arming an entire legion.

Flama leaned closer, her initial nervousness replaced by professional reverence. She still remembered their first meeting. Months ago, when Vahn had clumsily attempted to concoct a simple pill, showing promise but clearly being an amateur at pill making.

“Emperor Vahn,” she whispered, her voice husky with admiration. “This… this is unbelievable. Your control over the Spiritual Fire, the speed of the refinement process… it’s beyond anything recorded in our texts. Even the Great Alchemists of the ancient past did not possess this level of mastery. Right now, your experience is truly at the Godly level.”

The air was soon saturated with the rich, intoxicating scent of perfected Dan. Gold and crimson spiritual energy coalesced into pills that glittered with profound Dao runes.

Vahn smiled, not looking away from the swirling contents of the Eternal Cauldron.

“The challenges I faced required rapid adaptation, Flama. Necessity is the mother of all invention, even for a God.”

Flama took a step closer, her awe softening into a more intimate emotion. She looked at Vahn, not as her Emperor, but as the destiny-changing figure who had once ignited a forgotten spark in her heart.

She praised him wholeheartedly, her fiery red eyes shining.

“I believe you, Vahn. I always did. I remember every moment of our first encounter. And I realized, watching your conquest, that I missed you even since that first meet. I missed the pure chaos and freedom you represent.”

Vahn finally looked up from the cauldron, his dark, swirling eyes meeting Flama’s fiery red eyes. In that gaze, Flama saw the boundless power of the Void, but also the deep recognition of shared destiny. The heat in her spiritual core raised, no longer a controllable alchemical flame, but a consuming desire.

He pushed the colossal cauldron to a secondary maintenance setting, his attention fully on the Empress of Flame.

“Then waste no more time, Empress,” Vahn commanded, his voice deep and resonant.

He closed the distance between them, and with a confident motion, pulled Flama close.

Smooch!

Their lips met, sealing the vow of allegiance with passion. It was an explosion of elemental and conceptual power. The pure, controlled fire of Flama clashed with the absolute nothingness of the Void.

Suck, suck!

The kiss was fierce, overwhelming the nervous Saintess, and leaving Flama breathless.

The moment Vahn pulled her close, Flama felt her entire being ignite.

Not the controlled, regal flame of an Empress…but the raw, trembling wildfire of a woman whose destiny had finally seized her.

Her breath nearly stopped — not from fear, but from the overwhelming closeness of him.

Vahn’s body pressed against her like a living storm of nothingness, an endless void that swallowed every stray thought, leaving her with only one truth:

She belonged to him.

When his lips claimed her breasts, her spiritual core erupted in a cascade of molten heat.

Ahhn~

Flama moaned softly against his mouth as her carefully disciplined flame shattered, spilling through her veins like blinding star-fire.

She felt weightless.

She felt devoured.

She felt wanted.

The Void’s rod seeped into her core, not as cold darkness, but as a vast and breathtaking object.

It pulled her closer, deeper, until she could no longer tell where she ended and he began.

Is this… what it feels like?

The thought barely formed before Vahn’s hands slid along her waist, guiding her effortlessly toward him, grounding her as her inner fire spiraled higher, hotter, uncontrollable.

Her forehead rested against his chest.

His heartbeat thudded through her skin, deep, steady, impossibly calm.

Her little sister and his little brother connected once again.

“Squelch!”

She trembled.

Every inch of her wanted more.

“Flama, today you’re only mine. You’re sweet.”