Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP - Chapter 382: One Big Family

Chapter 382: One Big Family

As soon as Aurora and Xeros were gone, Sonna and Yonna appeared once more.

Side by side in the open sky, they gazed down at the shattered realm of the Everlasting Devils.

Once a proud land of obsidian towers and crimson rivers, it now lay in silent ruin, a haunting masterpiece of devastation.

White birds drifted lazily through the air, their soft, lingering songs echoing as the last few devils vanished without a sound.

Whole clans, centuries of amassed power, dissolved into nothing more than fading light and scattered feathers.

Yonna let out a low whistle, her black-and-red hair swaying as she folded her arms.

“Damn… I didn’t think she’d be that efficient,” she said with genuine admiration.

“Her first real slaughter, and she didn’t even hesitate. Haha, I’m seriously impressed.”

Sonna stood quietly beside her, long blue hair swaying gently as she shook her head, a blend of fondness and mild exasperation on her face.

“It seems she’s taken after Ash far too much,” Sonna murmured. “And after all this killing and destruction… she just leaves it all to him? It’s almost amusing.”

She exhaled softly, the corners of her lips twitching.

“Before long, my little lullaby will be gone.”

Yonna chuckled. “And she’ll still be our sweet little girl… so, what do you think about that son of ours, I suppose I should say?”

“Well, it’s good Aurora is bonding with him now,” Sonna said, not giving it much thought.

As usual, word spread quickly after Ash shared the news with Aeloris and the others.

Until they had built some kind of connection or met him in person, she couldn’t really form much of an opinion.

[A/N: I will soon show how the women have been communicating with one another.]

She turned her gaze back to the land and spoke.

“Creara,” she said softly, “could you do me a favor? Pull something from the Resource Fountain — an artifact that can gather and transfer large numbers of souls, preferably straight into the Sacred Dimension.”

After a brief pause, Creara’s voice echoed in her mind.

[And what does the Goddess of Harmony intend for these poor souls?] she teased, as a small, elegant lantern appeared in Sonna’s palm.

“They’ll be the first test subjects for my creations.”

With a flick of her wrist, the lantern expanded and lifted into the air.

A gentle wave set it adrift over the ruined domain, quietly gathering the lingering souls of the fallen devils, pulling them into its glow with a calming touch, as if leading them toward peace.

Yonna glanced at it briefly before shrugging. “Ready to go? We still have targets to finish.”

Sonna nodded, the lantern shrinking and slipping into her sleeve. “Yes. Let’s move.”

The two vanished as silently as they had come, leaving the domain in peaceful stillness.

—–

Much like Madison had sensed, two of Ash’s wives were indeed heading toward him—Nia and Vaeloria.

But before reaching him, they were caught up in something Nia considered utterly pointless. Ever since the Eternal Masque, Nia had simply been tagging along with Vaeloria, unsure of what she could contribute to Ash’s cultivation world.

All she really cared about was him, and everything else just seemed to fall into place after that.

She was starting to regret following Vaeloria, as their journey had become nothing but the same routine over and over.

From the Lower Realm of the Land of Weavings, she fought and defeated every being who held the title of ’Sword Saint’.

Afterward, she ventured into the Middle Dimension of the 4th Organism, known as the Saturn Plane.

Here, she effortlessly defeated sword user after sword user, always in fair duels relying solely on sword techniques.

She sought out only those who had fully mastered Aura and Intent, and for good reason.

Vaeloria was building something known as the Sword Mountain, destined to link with the River of Swords in Ash’s cultivation verse.

Sword Mountain is essentially the place that holds the key to conceptual Sword Mastery, granting access to custom skills based on one’s level.

Here, cultivators must face every being Vaeloria has ever slain.

In other words, even the very first level will pit them against someone with maximum Aura and Intent.

—-

The two women had finally finished their last tasks.

Though Nia was eager to get back to Ash, Vaeloria had one more stop planned.

As the Goddess of Swords and Unus of Weapons, she had become intrigued by a young woman competing in a sword tournament.

For the past three days, they’d sat in floating stands, watching the one who had caught Vaeloria’s eye.

Nia leaned back in her seat, arms crossed, one leg draped lazily over the other as she stared down at the arena below.

The young woman — a blonde swordswoman only a few millennia old — was currently locked in a fierce duel against a burly male cultivator twice her size.

Nia let out a long, dramatic sigh.

“So… have you had your share of watching?” she asked, voice dripping with boredom.

“Or are you planning on adopting her as a disciple? Because if you make me sit through one more match, I’m going to start devouring things.”

Vaeloria didn’t even glance at her. Her pure white eyes remained fixed on the fight, a faint smile playing on her lips.

“Just awhile longer,” Vaeloria murmured. “You know it’s not simple for her to have max aura and intent so early on.”

Nia snorted. “Val… three days. We’ve watched her for three full days. Hmph, I could’ve been back with Ash already, doing much more interesting things.”

Vaeloria finally turned her head, one elegant brow arched.

“Are you so sure that he misses you as much?” She teased.

“Well, duh sword mommy,” Nia muttered.

“And I don’t see why you’re deny it either?”

Vaeloria chuckled softly, returning her gaze to the arena.

“Alright…. you’re not wrong.” She admitted as she too was missing Ash dearly…. But she kind of finished her task too quickly.

And she didn’t want to shorten the others time with him too much.

Nia rolled her eyes but stayed seated, tapping her fingers against her arm.

“See look, I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s gotten a hundred more wives with me not around.”

A few minutes later, the blonde girl executed a flawless counter, disarming her opponent and pressing her blade to his throat.

Vaeloria nodded once, satisfied.

“Okay…. let’s go.”

Nia stood up immediately, stretching like a cat.

“Finally.”

As they turned to leave, Vaeloria paused. Without warning, she raised two fingers and flicked them downward.

A thin, almost invisible sword beam shot from her fingertips ….

It pierced straight through the arena and struck the young woman squarely in the chest while she was still basking in her victory.

The beam didn’t wound her. It didn’t even knock her back.

It simply sank into her body like it was always meant to be.

The girl blinked, touching her chest in confusion… then shook her head and continued celebrating with her supporters.

Unbeknownst to her, deep within her sea of consciousness, a small black sword had begun to form.

“Hmm, if she can make something of herself. Then I will provide her a good position in my domain.” She said

Nia shook her head, already walking away.

“You and your dramatic flair. You could’ve done that from the start.” Vaeloria chuckled as she gave one last glance at the arena before turning to follow.

The two women vanished from the stands in with a simple thought….