The Great Void.

In the desolate and silent starfield, deep within the strata of an abandoned floating land, lies an inconspicuous paradise, which serves as the temporary base of Yun Miaozhi, the former Palace Master of the Calamity Fate Palace.

The paradise is quite expansive, spanning over thirty thousand miles, with picturesque mountains and rivers, and abundant spiritual energy. The combined presence of those in secluded cultivation here numbers in the tens of thousands, with varying levels of cultivation, including several hundred experts above the Golden Immortal level.

This alone showcases Yun Miaozhi’s extraordinary means. It hasn’t been long since he was expelled from the sect, yet he has managed to gather such a large number of followers from who knows where.

Given more time, he might be able to rebuild a considerable force and reclaim the foundation of the Calamity Fate Palace.

In the distance, Holy Maiden Mei Qingfeng arrived riding the wind, stopping in front of a small Daoist temple in the core area of the paradise. She activated the formation barrier and gracefully walked inside.

In the quiet room of the temple’s backyard, Yun Miaozhi, with a pale complexion, was meditating. Several jade slips, tortoise shells, jade coins, and other items were casually placed on the table in front of him.

“Master…”

Mei Qingfeng walked in slowly and bowed.

Yun Miaozhi opened his eyes and asked indifferently, “How are things outside?”

“Not too well,” Mei Qingfeng replied, placing over a dozen jade slips on the table before her master. “The calamity of the Magic Clan has returned, and most of the Dao Lineage forces are embroiled in bitter battles, entangled by the attacks of the Magic Clan progeny. Only the Dao Court and a few female cultivator Dao Lineages are exceptions.”

Yun Miaozhi smiled wistfully, “As expected, with Qing Muling’s supreme fortune, those few are unlikely to face any trouble.”

Mei Qingfeng bit her lip. The Cloud Dream Heavenly Palace had previously rejected her master’s alliance proposal, which meant Yun Miaozhi’s injuries would be hard to recover from, and his hopes of reclaiming the Calamity Fate Palace’s foundation in the short term were dashed, rendering many plans unfeasible.

“How is the situation at the Calamity Fate Palace Main Altar? Any new movements from the Heavenly Human Clan?”

Yun Miaozhi asked again.

“No new movements,” Mei Qingfeng replied, “but the sect’s main altar was recently besieged by a large-scale attack from the Magic Clan progeny. They were repelled, and it’s said that a leading Magic Clan Emperor was severely injured by those two.”

Yun Miaozhi chuckled self-deprecatingly, “I should thank them for once. Losing the foundation isn’t entirely a bad thing. It seems we won’t have any other disturbances for a while.”

Mei Qingfeng asked, “When the Misty Illusion Secret Realm closes, those two should leave, right? If they stay, it might provoke a united attack from the various Dao Lineage forces in the Great Void.”

This time, the opening of the Misty Illusion Secret Realm was nearing its end. Once the space-time gate closed, the two realms would be isolated, making it much harder for the Heavenly Human Clan to send reinforcements. Entering the secret realm from the Great Void would be equally difficult.

So, Yun Miaozhi’s plan was to wait for the two Quasi Holy Emperors of the Heavenly Human Clan to return to the secret realm before activating his hidden agents within the Calamity Fate Palace to reclaim the sect’s foundation.

The idea was good, but whether it could be realized was still unknown.

Yun Miaozhi pondered, “Originally, I thought so, but the Heavenly Human Clan has long coveted the fortune and origin of the Great Void. I’m worried they might find a way to keep the two realms’ trajectories aligned, so the space-time gate never closes.”

“Is that possible?”

Mei Qingfeng was surprised. The long-held belief in the Great Void was that the Heavenly Human Clan’s high-level members couldn’t control the trajectory of the Misty Illusion Secret Realm, only partially influence it.

That’s why the opening times of the Misty Illusion Secret Realm were so random, sometimes opening every few years, sometimes taking hundreds or thousands of years.

If the Heavenly Human Clan’s high-level members had indeed found a new method to keep the secret realm perpetually open, it would be bad news for the Great Void’s cultivation world.

“This is just my speculation for now,” Yun Miaozhi said calmly. “If it ever happens, the Dao Court won’t stand idly by, so there’s nothing to worry about.”

Mei Qingfeng breathed a sigh of relief. If the Heavenly Human Clan launched a large-scale invasion, it wouldn’t just be the Calamity Fate Palace’s problem but a disaster for the entire Great Void.

She continued, “Another matter is the movements of the Origin Star Palace. After destroying the Demon Path Ancestral Court, the Ice Toad Emperor seems to have no further plans for revenge, so the Huaqing Divine Palace, Shadow Assassination Hall, and Lumming Island have temporarily escaped disaster. But it’s unclear what she’ll do next.”

Yun Miaozhi said, “Those forces are already half-crippled and likely won’t survive this calamity of the Magic Clan. Whether they live or die is none of our concern. My main worry is whether they will relentlessly pursue the Calamity Fate Palace.”

In its current state, if the Calamity Fate Palace were fully attacked by the Origin Star Palace, it wouldn’t stand a chance. Even if the two Heavenly Human Clan Emperors intervened, it would likely be a massacre.

If that happened, even if Yun Miaozhi regained control of the Calamity Fate Palace, he might not be able to prevent its downfall.

“Master, does that mean…”

Mei Qingfeng’s face darkened, clearly thinking of the same thing. If the Calamity Fate Palace were destroyed, what would become of her master and the loyal elders and disciples?

Yun Miaozhi weighed his options and decided to reveal more to his disciple. “There is always a way out. If I can return to the sect’s main altar, I can activate the sealed space-time coordinates and contact our ancestors in the upper realm. If they return, all our problems will be solved!”

“Is that possible?”

Mei Qingfeng was astonished. She hadn’t expected her master to have such a trump card.

Yun Miaozhi smiled slightly, “When the ascension passage was still open, many high-ranking figures from various Dao Lineages went to the upper realm seeking opportunities. Our ancestors from the Calamity Fate Palace were no exception. If the Great Void can survive this calamity, it will experience a full revival, and they will likely return to compete for the fortune of this realm.”

If a few Quasi Holy Emperors from the Calamity Fate Palace returned, they could safely navigate through this calamity and establish a dominant position over other sects.

“In that case, there’s nothing for me to worry about,” Mei Qingfeng said, completely convinced.

…

In the Creation Heavenly Palace, within a bedchamber formed by layers of magnificent starlight.

On a large embroidered bed under heavy brocade curtains, Qing Muling slowly opened his eyes, feeling an indescribable mix of extreme pleasure and exhaustion.

Under the phoenix-patterned quilt, a pair of long, slender, and smooth legs were still tightly wrapped around him. Mu Yinghua’s stunning beauty and smooth, snow-white shoulders were clearly visible, her faint fragrance intoxicating. Her sleeping face bore a satisfied smile.

A beauty at the Great Golden Immortal level was not easy to handle, especially since Mu Yinghua possessed rare inner charm and an extraordinary physique. Once she let go of her restraint, she was as fierce and dominant as a tigress, almost overwhelming Qing Muling.

At first, he struggled to resist, but the gap in their strength was too vast. After just a few rounds, he was completely overpowered, lying flat and at her mercy.

With the time-acceleration formation in effect, the next three thousand days and nights were spent with his master riding him, doing as she pleased. While it was thrilling and enjoyable, it was also mentally exhausting.

Sighing softly, Qing Muling activated his divine abilities. The Harmony Creation Blue Lotus in his sea of consciousness shone brightly, and a vast amount of spiritual energy and Dao Rhyme from the palace flowed into his divine soul and body, quickly replenishing his depleted energy.

Beside him, the sleeping Mu Yinghua’s jade-like face was radiant, her lips glossy, her eyebrows curved, and her long, black hair cascading over the quilt and sheets. Her exquisite, full figure was on full display, like a flawless work of art.

Qing Muling quietly admired her, feeling he could never get enough. She was the first woman he encountered in this realm, his guide on the path of cultivation, who brought him into the Cloud Dream Heavenly Palace and took him as her direct disciple, protecting him ever since.

Compared to his senior sisters, who also treated him well, his master’s place in his heart was undoubtedly higher and unique.

After a long while, Qing Muling moved slightly, only to find they were still intimately connected. Even the slightest movement would inevitably wake her.

“No, don’t leave!”

Mu Yinghua murmured softly, her black hair moving like snakes to bind his hands and feet, making their connection even tighter.

“Isn’t it enough yet?”

Qing Muling said helplessly. Over the past days, he had been continuously and enthusiastically drained by his master. If not for the Harmony Creation Blue Lotus’s terrifying recovery ability, even ten times his current cultivation wouldn’t be enough.

“Of course, it will never be enough!”

Mu Yinghua opened her starry eyes, gently caressing the young man’s face. Her lips parted, and her sweet, seductive voice sounded:

“I didn’t agree to your advances before because your cultivation wasn’t enough. Now you know the consequences, right? But it’s too late to regret it now! From now on, I’ll regularly check your ‘homework.’ If you dare to slack off, hmph…”

The implication was clear: if he couldn’t satisfy her, he would face the consequences.

“Yes, I understand.”

Qing Muling sighed. As the saying goes, you have to finish what you started, even if it means suffering.

If he dared to provoke a Great Golden Immortal, he had to be prepared to be drained dry.

Mu Yinghua’s expression softened, and she asked gently, “You’re close to the True Immortal realm, right? How much more do you need?”

“I’m already at the peak, ready to cross the tribulation anytime!”

Qing Muling replied. Despite the exhaustion, cultivating with his master had clear benefits. He had rapidly advanced to the brink of the True Immortal realm.

Mu Yinghua also benefited greatly, her spiritual energy and Dao Rhyme nearly overflowing, enough to sustain her for a while.

“It seems the journey from True Immortal to Xuan Immortal won’t take long either.”

Mu Yinghua’s eyes sparkled with thought.

“It should be,” Qing Muling said with a dry laugh. He understood his master’s meaning: to advance quickly, he had to be prepared for continuous draining. His days would be a mix of pleasure and exhaustion until he achieved the Golden Immortal level.

“By the way, how long until you can break through to the second-grade Great Golden Immortal level?”

Fearing she might continue on the current topic, Qing Muling quickly changed the subject.

Mu Yinghua’s smile faded slightly as she pondered, “It’s hard to say. Even with the time-acceleration formation and the Creation Heavenly Palace, it will take a long time. But once you become a True Immortal, the effect of the Light of Dao Enlightenment will increase, so it should be faster.”

“That’s good.”

Qing Muling breathed a sigh of relief. From his perspective, the higher Mu Yinghua’s cultivation, the better. The difference in power and status between a third-grade and a first-grade Great Golden Immortal was significant. Ideally, she would become a Quasi Holy Emperor soon.

Mu Yinghua gazed lovingly at the young man in her arms, her eyes filled with intense affection. His cultivation progress would also boost the sect’s strength.

For example, helping Golden Immortal peak disciples cross the Taiyi Golden Immortal tribulation, cultivating spiritual herbs, purifying floating lands, and healing would all improve significantly.

But most importantly, his increased fortune and the effect of the Light of Dao Enlightenment. If Fengge Emperor and he spent more time together, their chances of breaking through would greatly increase.

Calculating the time, Mu Yinghua’s desire surged again. Her beautiful, snow-white body, as majestic as mountains, pressed down dominantly, “Alright, let’s cultivate a few more rounds and then finish.”

“But…”

Qing Muling tried to protest, but her glossy lips silenced him. Though he wanted it, he was truly exhausted.

Under the heavy brocade curtains, round after round…