My Seven Wives Are Beautiful Saintesses - Chapter 180

Chapter 180: Chapter 180: The Void Emperor Ascends Again
The spiritual ferment within Vahn’s Dantian had reached a fever pitch. The countless Dans of Perfection and the spiritual energy absorbed during his dual cultivation with Empress Flama had pushed his cultivation to the absolute, terrifying brink.

He was not just ready to break through to the Tribulation Realm; he was being violently ejected toward it.

The stakes were too high to risk a failure or a delay. An ascension to the Tribulation Real would summon a Heavenly Tribulation of catastrophic proportions, easily capable of devastating the consolidated Land of Alchemy.

Vahn turned to his five Empresses. “The final preparations are complete. I must stabilize my foundation. Maintain command, and keep the fleets masked until my return.”

Vahn did not wait for their farewells. He focused his will, and with a familiar, wrenching spiritual tear, he used the peak of his Void Shattering Realm authority to rip a portal into his own internal domain.

He stepped once more into the absolute, conceptual landscape of the Void Realm.

This was not empty space; it was the absence of conventional physics and Dao, a place where Vahn was the sole, unchallengeable sovereign. Here, there was no atmosphere, no stars, and crucially, no Heaven to perceive his ascension and rain down judgment.

Vahn sat cross-legged at the heart of the swirling blackness, the entire universe of his own Void core humming around him. The pressure was immense. He wasn’t meditating; he was wrestling with the very laws of Dalu that sought to deny him the next stage of power.

WHOOM.

The breakthrough began, not with golden light or spiritual lightning, but with a profound, terrifying silence.

Vahn’s body remained, but his spiritual consciousness expanded, shattering the conceptual boundaries of his own Dantian. The accumulated Dan energy did not add power; it served as fuel to erase the limitations imposed by the Heavenly Dao.

The breakthrough was a moment of absolute conceptual negation. Vahn was not just reaching the Tribulation Realm; he was redefining what that realm meant under the purview of the Void. He tore down the spiritual wall, forcing his existence to ascend.

As the conceptual explosion settled, the massive, grotesque, and utterly loyal Void Creatures began to appear. They emerged from the infinite nothingness, their forms ranging from floating, fractal nightmares to colossal, silent leviathans of non-existence.

They gathered in an immense, swirling constellation around their sovereign, their collective consciousness resonating with respect and fear.

They had witnessed Vahn’s previous ascension to the Void Shattering Realm, but this was different. This was the moment their master crossed the boundary into true, recognized Immortal power, validating their servitude and promising their eventual return to the living realm.

The process of stabilization took Vahn several hours, solidifying the principles of Tribulation Realm mastery within his Void Dao. His physical form remained intact, but his spiritual existence was now infused with the cold, enduring essence of an Immortal.

He was no longer simply powerful; he was conceptually permanent within Dalu’s framework, capable of wielding energy with Immortal precision and resilience.

Finally, Vahn opened his eyes. They glowed with a faint, internal silver light.

The Void Creatures, sensing the end of the ceremony, began to dissolve back into the dimensional fabric. They had done their duty, bearing witness to their God’s achievement.

But Vahn’s cold, powerful voice echoed across the conceptual gulf.

“Wait.”

The colossal beings immediately halted, trembling in awe.

Vahn’s smile was chilling, full of cold promise. “You have served me well in the realm of Void. Very soon, you will get to serve me in the Living Realm. The final battle is upon us. Be prepared. My gateway will soon open, and the Void itself will be unleashed upon the enemies of the Empire.”

The Void Creatures, primitive and utterly loyal, responded with an inarticulate, joyous mental roar that shook the very foundations of Vahn’s personal domain. Their happiness couldn’t be put into words; the chance to feast on spiritual energy and enact the will of their Emperor in the tangible world was their ultimate reward.

Vahn nodded, sealing the conceptual decree. “Go. Wait for the signal.”

Next, Vahn tore the portal open once more and returned to the Imperial Dreadnought. He was instantly back on the command bridge. The subtle hum of the ship, the scent of spiritual oil, and the anxious faces of his subordinates were a sharp contrast to the silent, desolate infinity of the Void.

He checked the internal temporal formations. This time, fourteen days had passed in the outer world.

Vahn’s doppelgangers dissolved back into his body, feeding him the vast streams of information they had managed. His five wives (Aria, Lilith, Seraphina, Evelina, and Flama) had managed the Empire with terrifying efficiency, consolidating the new territories and overseeing the mass production of the Dan-fueled army.

Empress Flama, now radiating confidence and authority, stepped forward with the final intelligence report from Patriarch Xion Astoria.

“Husband, the Land of Alchemy intelligence confirms the worst: The Primordial Tower’s alteration has been nearly done. Emperor Sirius is preparing the final ritual. The time for calculated expansion is over. We need to strike the Celestial Empire now.”

Vahn absorbed the information, his newly solidified Tribulation Realm consciousness processing the logistics of a continental invasion in seconds.

At that moment, a private, secure spiritual signal reached Vahn from the deepest regions of the Nether Realm. His mother informed:

“My son. The moment is upon you. The Tower is the focus, but the enemy is the Goddess herself. Do not face the inevitable descent alone. Several Earth Immortals from our Necrotic House, including your father will be positioned at the fringes of Dalu’s dimension to provide conceptual support and counter the divine interference. They await your command.

Vahn’s expression tightened with cold satisfaction. He was not just bringing a massive mortal army; he was bringing the backing of true, high-tier Immortals.

Vahn finally gave a slow, definitive nod. The time for patience, strategy, and political maneuvering was over.

He turned to the command staff and issued his singular, final order.

“Issue the command to the War Council. We begin the final march. Today, we will break the Celestial Empire.”

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“Buzz! BUZZZ! BUZZZZZ!”

The response was immediate and colossal. Across the Land of Alchemy, the Divine Forge Valley, and the former Dark Lands, the vast, dispersed forces of the Void Empire mobilized as one.

HUMMM! HUMMM!

The Imperial City’s central square became a launching pad. Instantly, the Titanic Warships came to life above the Imperial City, their massive, dark hulls blotting out the sun.

The Void Empire’s army, now swelled by the integrated forces and Dan-boosted mortals, added up to seven million highly potent combatants. They boarded the approximately seven hundred Flying Warships, each vessel a self-contained ecosystem of death and destruction, bristling with anti-magic cannons and Necrotic weapon emplacements.

The sheer presence in the sky was mind-blowing. It wasn’t a fleet; it was a galactic manifestation of war. The ships were shiny, black spiritual behemoths flying in tight synchronized formations that spoke of ultimate discipline and total technological superiority. The millions of soldiers were clad in obsidian spirit armor, armed with the deadly, mass-produced Spirit Tech Weapons from the Divine Forge Valley.

To the terrified observers, it looked exactly like an Intergalactic Army from a Sci-fi film, tearing the serene blue sky with dark power, ready to wipe a civilization from existence.

But this was no fiction. This was reality. Today, they would destroy the Celestial Empire and dethrone the Goddess.

The Armada rumbled through the sky, a terrifying, endless parade of might. The spiritual energy signature alone was enough to cause lesser cultivators to lose consciousness.

Within hours, they reached the borders of the White Lotus Sanctuary, the former home of Empress Seraphina, now strategically reduced to a sprawling one of the Empire’s heavily fortified staging Cities.

The remaining disciples of the Sanctuary, still clinging to the old order, rushed outside to witness the event. Their minds were instantly f*cked when they saw the sheer scale of the Void Empire’s Army. Their small Holy Land, once revered, looked utterly pathetic compared to the colossal force arrayed against the heavens.

The sight was so overwhelming that a wave of desperation and despair rippled through the remaining loyalists.

But they were not helpless. As the Void Armada began to breach the conceptual boundaries of the White Lotus territory, the ground beneath the former Sanctuary trembled.

“Rumble!”

From the enemy’s fortified back lines, a massive, counter-force rose. Millions of Angelic Warriors of pure Light Dao and fanatical devotion came forward, riding their Celestial Warhorses. Their armor gleamed with silver and gold, forming a shining, perfect contrast to the dark, technological menace of the Void Armada. They stood ready to defend the final gate to the Celestial capital.

The silence that followed the mobilization was heavier than any bombardment. It was the silence before total annihilation.

​Then, the ranks of the Celestial army parted, creating a clean, shining path from the rear command to the front lines. Stepping into this gap, radiating a blinding aura of divine light, was the Supreme commander of the Celestial forces.

​Emperor Sirius came forward.