My Seven Wives Are Beautiful Saintesses - Chapter 179

Chapter 179: Chapter 179: The Grand Alchemy Hall -2 (R18)
“Flama, today you’re only mine. You’re sweet.”

When he whispered her name, her knees nearly gave way.

The sound wasn’t loud.

It wasn’t commanding.

It was also intimate… as if he had reached directly into her soul and breathed life into a hidden part of her she had long forgotten.

His cock against her cervix made her arch instinctively into him, her flames flaring from her back like wings of light before curling around them protectively.

Paah, paaah, Paah!

The ancient formations sealed them in, the world fading behind a veil of glowing runes.

She no longer cared who she had been.

Only what she was becoming in his arms.

When his lips trailed down her cheek, brushing against the sensitive line of her jaw, a soft, helpless sound escaped her.

“More…”

It was a sound she never imagined an Empress could make.

But with him, she didn’t feel like an Empress.

She felt like a woman discovering desire for the first time.

With deep groan, Vahn finally released in her warm folds, flooding her womb with his seeds.

Her pussy convulsed mixing her juice with his. It spilled out the excess amount it couldn’t contain.

It was too much.

But this was just a start.

—

Hours later, the doors of the Grand Alchemy Hall opened.

Vahn emerged first, completely composed, his black and silver robes immaculate. Following him, however, was Empress Flama, her face flushed a deep crimson that rivaled her spiritual flame, and her movements slightly uncoordinated.

Her beautiful hair was disheveled, and her spiritual aura was wonderfully turbulent, a sign of her recent, massive spiritual baptism.

Her footsteps were distinctly awkward.

Vahn, noticing her slight stumble, effortlessly placed a hand on her back, gently guiding and stabilizing her as they crossed the threshold. She had a completely contented face, radiating the serenity of a cultivator who had undergone a glorious, much-needed breakthrough.

Xion Astoria, the Patriarch, was waiting patiently outside. He immediately noticed the state of his daughter, the slight hitch in her walk, the glow of her skin, and the possessive, gentle hand of the Void Emperor on her back. He was a Void Integration-level cultivator and a father; he knew exactly what had transpired within the spiritual seclusion of the Hall.

He turned away and cleared his throat with a loud, unnecessarily rough sound, awkwardly coughing to break the intense atmosphere, silently acknowledging that his daughter had lost her purity and gained a formidable protector in one swift, spiritual exchange.

“Patriarch Astoria,” Vahn greeted him smoothly, ignoring the obvious tension.

Xion immediately collected himself, bowing low. “Your Majesty, I… I congratulate you on your union with Flama. May the Land of Alchemy prosper under the Empress of Flame.”

Flama, finally registering the implications of her father’s knowing glance and formal congratulation, recoiled, pulling away from Vahn with an utterly embarrassed squeak.

“Father!” she hissed, pouting at her father with a mix of fury and spiritual shyness. She couldn’t handle the public affirmation of her status.

She then quickly gathered her spiritual essence, regaining her composure through sheer willpower, and left the perimeter, stomping on her feet like a spoiled princess, heading back to her own chambers.

Vahn and Xion were left alone. The humor instantly dissolved, replaced by the heavy concern of a parent.

“Your Majesty,” Xion began, his voice dropping to a serious tone. “I gave you my allegiance, but I ask for something more precious than the Land of Alchemy.”

He met Vahn’s gaze, his plea genuine and raw.

“I request that you keep her safe, no matter what the coming war brings. She is young, powerful, and utterly vital to the survival of the world’s knowledge. But she is my daughter. Please.”

Vahn looked at the aging Patriarch, understanding the core of his loyalty. It wasn’t to the Goddess or the Celestial Empire, but to his own kin and his legacy.

Vahn gave a definitive nod, his authority absolute.

“Every woman I have, it’s my duty to protect them. Rest assured, Patriarch. Empress Flama is now under the ultimate protection of the Void. She is safe.”

—

For the next few days, the Grand Alchemy Hall ran ceaselessly, fueled by Vahn’s Heavenly Flame and the tireless energy of Empress Flama.

Vahn made millions of Pills and systematically distributed them to his Commanders, instructing them to consume the Dans of Perfection immediately and distribute the remaining Rapid Breakthrough Elixirs to their most worthy, promising candidates.

The impact was immediate and overwhelming.

The Necrotic Legions and the subdued Demonic Host, now heavily supplied with Divine Grade medicine, experienced an unprecedented, continental-scale power surge. Every night, every second was a breakthrough for the Void Empire’s Army. Cultivation barriers that would have taken years to breach crumbled under the combined force of Vahn’s elixirs and the pressure of their new, terrifying allegiance.

Entire legions ascended to new spiritual realms.

The spiritual momentum of the Void Empire became an unstoppable, palpable force, a black tide of rapidly evolving power.

Even Vahn’s Empresses, who were already at the pinnacle of mortal cultivation, received a spectacular boost.

Aria, fueled by the Greatsword of Chaos and the Dans of Perfection, mastered the principles of spatial manipulation in combat.

Lilith, her Shadow Dao reinforced by the Blade of Absolute Nothingness, gained terrifying conceptual control over darkness.

Seraphina, her Light Dao purified by the Staff of Eternal Life, achieved a state of near-divine spiritual resilience.

All three of them reached the Void Integration Realm, a half-step mastery of the Void Dao that brought them agonizingly close to the Tribulation Realm, granting them the power to rival the most powerful generals of the Celestial Empire.

And Vahn himself, overseeing the entire process while consuming countless Dans of Perfection to stabilize his own chaotic essence, felt the absolute pinnacle of his current domain.

With the massive influx of spiritual energy and the stabilization of his conceptual power, the barrier separating him from the next stage finally thinned. The overwhelming pressure of the Tribulation Realm began to gather on the edge of his Dantian.

Vahn’s own breakthrough to the Tribulation Realm crept closer.

He was now fully prepared, not just with an army, but with an Empire of Queens and warriors ready to stand against a descending Goddess.