Chapter 1054: The Five-Key Spatial Lock & The Night Before the Rift

An hour after noon on the first day of the convocation, the threesupreme Mid-Stage Nascent Soul leaders present on Sky-Pillar Island—Heavenly Tide True Monarch, Blood-Bone True Monarch, and the representative of the neutral Four-Seas Merchant Alliance, Daoist Jin Ling (an ancient Early-Stage Nascent Soul appraiser)—stepped out to the central altar beneath the swirling silver-purple vortex at the heart of the plaza.

With the representantes of all Ten Great Powers gathered around the altar ring, Daoist Jin Ling raised five octagonal bronze keys etched with ancient void-runes and addressed the silent assembly:

"Fellow Daoists, as recorded on the prehistoric Sky-Pillar Stele, the spatial passage leading into the Ancient Void-Sea Ruin opens only once every thousand years when the planetary tides align with the sunken ley lines below this island. To stabilize the spatial tunnel so it can remain open for thirty days requires seven continuous days of joint spiritual infusion into these five Void-Key Altars."

Heavenly Tide True Monarch—his empty left sleeve pinned to his shoulder—swept his cold, aging eyes across Blood-Bone True Monarch, Black-Fin Demon King, and the other delegations.

"However, let This Seat remind the younger generation of the iron law governing the Ancient Void-Sea Ruin," Heavenly Tide True Monarch’s voice rumbled across the stone summit. "Because the Void-Sea Ruin is a fragmented pocket world left behind from the ancient era, its spatial walls are brittle. Any human cultivator at the Mid-Stage Nascent Soul Realm or above, or any Demon Beast at the Mid-Stage of Grade 8 or above, carries too much environmental world-pressure and will trigger an immediate spatial collapse upon crossing the gate!"

Across the altar, Blood-Bone True Monarch let out a dry, rasping laugh, his green eye-fires flickering toward the eastern and western pavilions. "Which means neither Heavenly Tide, nor This Old Man, nor that eight-armed Kraken hiding at the bottom of the southern trench can step inside! Only Early-Stage Nascent Soul elders, Early Grade 8 Demon Kings, and Core Formation elites under five hundred years of bone-age may pass through the silver vortex to compete for the Heaven-Mending Stones and the Rank 5 Spirit Herbs inside!"

As the two ancient monsters spoke, every faction leader on the plaza quietly calculated the balance of power that would exist once the spatial gate opened:

The Myriad Ocean Palace coalition was sending its sole uninjured Early-Stage Nascent Soul combatant on the island, Grand Elder Daoist Canghai, accompanied by twenty-four Late and Peak Core Formation sword elders—including Qiu Yun.

The Holy Nether Sea Organization was sending the Early-Stage Nascent Soul Corpse-Crow Ancestor, alongside Daoist Xue Li (whom Blood-Bone True Monarch believed was merely a talented Peak Core Formation elder, unaware that he housed the soul of the Yin Severing True Monarch) and twenty-four demonic Core Formation elites—including Su Ning.

The Deep-Sea Demon Beast Courts were sending the Early Grade 8 Black-Fin Demon King alongside twelve ferocious Grade 7 Demon Beast commanders.

The remaining seven factions—including the Four-Seas Merchant Alliance, independent rogues like Ye Fan, and the delegation of Abyssal Pearl City & the Golden-Tide Consortium— appeared to possess zero Nascent Soul combatants among their entering teams, fielding only Peak and Late-Stage Core Formation experts!

Not a single person on that plaza—not Heavenly Tide True Monarch, not Blood-Bone True Monarch, and not Ye Fan—had the slightest suspicion that among the twelve members of the Abyssal Pearl City delegation scheduled to step through that gate, four of them (Wang Jian, Su Binglan, Mu Lianhua, and Hong Lin) were genuine Nascent Soul / Grade 8 sovereigns, while another two (Daoist Xue Li / Yin Severing True Monarch, Su Ning, and Qiu Yun) standing right inside the enemy camps were Wang Jian’s sworn servants!

Once the Mid-Stage Nascent Soul ancestors were locked outside the spatial gate by the laws of the ruin, Wang Jian would hold more than two-thirds of the entire Nascent Soul combat power inside the pocket world!

"Let the seven-day unsealing infusion begin!" Daoist Jin Ling proclaimed, inserting the five octagonal bronze keys into the stone altars.

Five blinding pillars of silver-white light shot three hundred feet straight up from the altars into the swirling purple vortex overhead. Leaving two secondary Core Formation clerks from the Golden-Tide Consortium on the plaza to maintain their share of the token spiritual infusion, Wang Jian led his core retinue down to the heavily warded Western Cliff Residence carved into the first terrace just below the summit—to rest and prepare for the seven nights prior to the gate’s opening.

On the fourth night of the seven-day unsealing period, heavy purple spatial lightning crackled harmlessly across the sky above Sky-Pillar Island as the vortex overhead widened to fifty yards across.

Inside the sprawling, cliffside Western Cliff Residence assigned to Abyssal Pearl City—which Wang Jian and Shangguan Wan’er had immediately sealed behind twelve Abyssal Star-Iron formation plates and three layers of Nascent-Soul-grade soundproofing curtains—the inner courtyard bathhouse was glowing with warm amber lantern-light.

Half a mile away along the northern cliff rim, sitting alone in the cold wind atop a bare basalt crag beside his Grade 7 Thunder-Winged Roc, Ye Fan sat with his eyes closed, sharpening the edge of his heavy black broadsword with a piece of spirit-stone while staring occasionally toward the dark roofs of the Western Cliff Residence with cold, sleepless hatred.

Inside the warm, luxurious inner hall of that very residence, however, Wang Jian was hosting a secret midnight reunion that would have driven the entire convocation mad if a single breath of it leaked outside.

At midnight, a concealed shadow-array carved behind the residence’s subterranean wine cellar flickered twice.

Stepping out of the dark stone passage—having slipped away from the Myriad Ocean Palace and Holy Nether Sea Organization camps under the cover of an inspection patrol while wearing identity-baffling cloaks—were Qiu Yun, the newly promoted Core Formation Deacon-Elder of the Azure Wave Sword Sect, and Su Ning, the revered Inner Hall Mistress of Blood Shark Hall!

It had been nearly two years since either sleeper agent had personally felt Wang Jian’s touch, having spent their days and nights surrounded by righteous hypocrites and bloodthirsty demonic elders in the eastern war zone.

The moment Qiu Yun and Su Ning stepped through the inner soundproofing curtain into the warm, flower-scented bathing hall—where Wang Jian reclined naked on a thirty-foot couch of crimson velvet surrounded by Shen Mengqi, Hong Lin, Su Binglan, Mu Lianhua, Lin Wanyue, Shangguan Wan’er, Bing Yun, Chen Ying, and the mother-and-daughter duo Hua Yimei and Hua Ling’er—both sleeper agents dropped their dark cloaks to the marble floor and ran straight to Wang Jian’s feet!

"Master...!"

Neither woman cared about her newly elevated sect status. Underneath her righteous deaconess cloak, Qiu Yun had already dressed in a scandalously cut azure silk apron-bodice of the Azure Wave Sword Sect that left her large, creamy breasts spilling out the sides and her wide, curvy hips completely bare below the waist. Right beside her, Su Ning wore a tight, sheer purple lace wrap of Blood Shark Hall with her Purple Crystal Toxin Gourd set aside—her full, voluptuous breasts heaving wildly and her dark-painted lips trembling with two years of pent-up longing as both women dropped to their knees between Wang Jian’s spread legs!

"Qiu Yun and Su Ning have missed Master’s rod every single night in those filthy war camps!" Su Ning whimpered breathlessly, burying her face straight against Wang Jian’s thick, rock-hard manhood—inhaling his warm, musky scent deeply before pressing her hot, wet tongue flat against the pulsing underside of his shaft while Qiu Yun eagerly engulfed the swollen purple crown into her warm mouth from the top!

"Mmmph... Master..." Qiu Yun moaned around the thick head of his shaft, her dark eyes looking up at him with wet, fanatical devotion as she bobbed her head up and down while unbuttoning the last two silver clasps of her azure bodice so her heavy, white breasts bounced free against Wang Jian’s shins. "In the Azure Wave Sword Sect camp tonight, Daoist Canghai was lecturing us for two hours on how to guard against Abyssal Pearl City inside the ruin... and the whole time, my undergarments were soaked through knowing I was coming through the tunnel to swallow your seed tonight!"

Wang Jian smiled darkly, reaching down with both large, calloused hands to tangle his fingers in Qiu Yun’s and Su Ning’s hair while his thumbs stroked their flushed cheeks.

"Both of you played your parts at Black-Scale Strait and Crimson Reef to perfection," Wang Jian praised, feeling the fierce, competitive heat of the two sleeper agents as their tongues worked his shaft in tandem. "Thanks to the phase-plates you buried, Heavenly Tide True Monarch lost an arm and Blood-Bone True Monarch cracked his pagoda—and three days from now inside the Ancient Void-Sea Ruin, you two will help me lead Daoist Canghai and Corpse-Crow Ancestor straight to their graves."

"Before we talk about killing those old fools in three days, Master," Shen Mengqi spoke up from Wang Jian’s right side on the velvet couch, her porcelain cheeks burning scarlet as she knelt in a sheer, split-front white silk robe of the Silver Gale Sect with her heavy, snow-white breasts pressed flat against Wang Jian’s ribs, "you promised me on the plaza four days ago that because I crushed that idiot Ye Fan’s ancestral bell under my boot, you would reward me thoroughly before the spatial gate opens! Look out the high window rune—that fool is still sitting on the cold northern cliff sharpening his broadsword half a mile away, while his former Teacher is right here begging to be bred!"

"And what about Ling’er and me, Master?" Hua Yimei purred huskily from Wang Jian’s left side, where the mature Sect Leader and her daughter Hua Ling’er were kneeling chest-to-chest, wearing nothing but golden ankle-bells and matching crimson silk collars linked to their gold nipple rings. "Qiu Yun and Su Ning have been away for two years, so let Ling’er and me hold their hips open for you so they can feel how much thicker and hotter your Nascent Soul rod has grown since you swallowed the Heavenly Thunder!"

"And don’t forget this Matriarch!" Hong Lin hissed playfully from behind Wang Jian’s shoulders, the six-foot-tall Early Grade 8 Scarlet Flood-Serpent sovereign wrapping her long, bare arms around Wang Jian’s chest so her colossal, pink-gold breasts rested heavy and hot atop his collarbones while Su Binglan and Mu Lianhua kissed his shoulders on either side.

"None of you will be able to walk straight by sunrise," Wang Jian growled, the aggressive Yang fire of his Initial Stage Nascent Soul Realm roaring through his veins.

Lifting Qiu Yun and Su Ning up from between his feet by their narrow waists, Wang Jian tossed both breathless sleeper agents onto their backs side by side in the center of the velvet couch—right next to Shen Mengqi, Hua Yimei, and Hua Ling’er!

"Mengqi, straddle Qiu Yun’s chest facing me so I can look at my Sword Fairy while I break open my righteous spy," Wang Jian commanded roughly, kneeling between Qiu Yun’s and Su Ning’s wide-spread, trembling thighs. "Yimei, Ling’er—straddle Su Ning’s chest on the right and press all four of your breasts together for my hands!"

"Yes, Master!"

On the left side of the couch, Qiu Yun hooked her hands behind her knees, pulling her curvy legs back toward her shoulders to expose her soaking wet, pink petals after two years of abstinence—while Shen Mengqi straddled Qiu Yun’s upper chest facing Wang Jian, leaning forward so her full, porcelain breasts pressed right against Wang Jian’s mouth and her own dripping core rubbed directly against Qiu Yun’s heaving breasts below her!

On the right side, Su Ning spread her long, pale legs wide open in her torn purple lace while Hua Yimei and Hua Ling’er knelt over her shoulders, pressing their four massive, gold-pierced breasts against Wang Jian’s left arm!

Wang Jian gripped Qiu Yun’s wide, lush hip with his right hand and Su Ning’s curvy thigh with his left. Lining his thick, scorching manhood up with Qiu Yun’s tight, dripping passage first, he slammed his waist forward to the hilt in a single, earth-shaking thrust!

"AAAAAH! MASTER!" Qiu Yun arched her back violently beneath Shen Mengqi’s weight, tears of sheer, overwhelming bliss springing to the corners of her eyes as Wang Jian’s Nascent-Soul-empowered shaft—far larger and hotter than when he had been at the Core Formation Realm two years ago—stretched her inner walls to their absolute limit and hit the deepest part of her womb!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Wang Jian hammered into the Azure Wave Sword Sect deaconess with twenty savage, rapid-fire strokes that shook the entire thirty-foot velvet couch, while his mouth clamped roughly onto Shen Mengqi’s stiff pink nipple right in front of his face—sucking and biting the former Sword Fairy’s cool breastflesh as Shen Mengqi sobbed and ground her soaking wet core across Qiu Yun’s bouncing breasts below!

"Hnnngh—! Qiu Yun, can you feel how deep Master’s Nascent Soul rod goes?!" Shen Mengqi moaned shamelessly, holding the back of Wang Jian’s head against her chest as every brutal thrust of his waist jolted up through Qiu Yun’s body into hers. "Wait until he switches up to my passage—and Su Ning, stop biting your lip and beg for your turn!"

"Master, please! Two years is too long—put it inside me before my lower reservoir bursts!" Su Ning cried out on the right, her hips bucking wildly into the air beneath Hua Yimei and Hua Ling’er.

Without slowing his rhythm for half a breath, Wang Jian wrenched his glistening, pulsing shaft out of Qiu Yun’s spasming depths, shifted his knees eight inches to the right, and plunged straight to the base inside Su Ning’s tight, scorching passage!

"EEEYAAAH! SO HOT!" Su Ning screamed, wrapping her long legs like iron bands around Wang Jian’s waist as he pounded her into the cushions, while right above her chest, Hua Yimei and Hua Ling’er leaned down to kiss Wang Jian’s mouth and neck, rubbing their four massive, pierced breasts across his sweaty chest and guiding his hands to maul their plump backsides!

After driving both Qiu Yun and Su Ning into three consecutive, mind-blanking climaxes that flooded their Core Formation meridians with rich Nascent Soul Yang essence—pushing both sleeper agents straight from the Mid Stage to the solid Late-Stage Core Formation Realm on the spot—Wang Jian did not stop.

He lifted Shen Mengqi off Qiu Yun’s chest, folded the former Sword Fairy’s long legs over his shoulders right in the center of the couch, and hammered ruthlessly into her freezing, tight depths for a full hour while Hong Lin, Su Binglan, Mu Lianhua, Lin Wanyue, Shangguan Wan’er, Hua Yimei, and Hua Ling’er surrounded them in a writhing, naked ring of heavy breasts and wide, curvy hips—drinking in his boundless stamina until the first gray light of the fifth dawn touched the eastern sea.