Expanding the Celestial Realm
Under Fu Ye's direct guidance, Ah Yin was seamlessly transported into the core of his spiritual sea, where she finally reunited with her close forest sister, Ah Wu, inside the newly forged Creation God-level pocket world.
Just like Ah Wu before her, the moment Ah Yin's spiritual senses adapted to the staggering, mind-melting density of the ambient primordial energy, her internal cultivation base instantly underwent a cataclysmic evolution, stabilizing firmly at the rank of a Second-Class God (二级神).
After all, the cosmic tier of this private dimension was structurally superior to the orthodox Douluo Divine Realm by several orders of magnitude. Left to its own natural devices, it would take mere moments for the world to spontaneously manifest First-Class Gods or even sovereign Divine Kings.
However, Fu Ye had already explicitly toggled the administrator panel of his cheat system, placing a permanent, non-negotiable restriction on the generation of native sentient life within the realm.
This magnificent, pristine world was his private sanctuary—the permanent estate for his rapidly growing, world-defying harem. Outside of his beloved wives, absolutely no external entity, mortal or divine, would ever be permitted to step foot across its borders.
With that pleasant thought in mind, Fu Ye smoothly bestowed a majestic, deeply elegant title upon his private pocket dimension:
The Celestial Palace (仙宫).
Though the title itself carried a slightly extravagant, theatrical flair, it rolled off the tongue with absolute, undisputed authority.
The Birth of an Army of Goddesses
In the blink of an eye, two full days passed in the waking mortal world.
Inside their secluded cultivation chambers, the core girls of the Tianshui harem had finally finished completely digesting their tailored sets of 200,000-year Great Beast spirit bones. Paired with the cataclysmic energy flooding their systems, their raw cultivation ranks didn't just rise—they shot upward like a barrage of high-velocity tactical missiles.
Every single maiden had been meticulously provided with a complete, flawless seven-piece skeletal set perfectly aligned with their innate elemental attributes:
Left Arm Bone
Right Arm Bone
Skull Bone
External Wing Bone
Right Leg Bone
Left Leg Bone
Torso Bone
Compounding this skeletal evolution, each girl had absorbed a minimum of three premium God-Bestowed Spirit Rings, completely shattering their mortal bottlenecks.
By the time the residual spiritual storms finally settled within the estate, the collective combat power of the entire Tianshui harem had officially breached the supreme threshold of the Titled Douluo (封号斗罗) realm.
The visual scannability of their newly achieved power distribution was nothing short of terrifying:
Xue Ke, Jiang Jing, Doudou (Logistics & Support)
Rank 93
Titled Douluo
Ning Rongrong (The Tsundere Princess)
Rank 94
Titled Douluo (Lowest Combat Core)
Core Tianshui Battle Maidens
Rank 95+
Hyper Douluo
Dugu Yan (The Jade Phosphor Dragon Girl)
Rank 98 (Peak)
Peak Hyper Douluo (A hair's breadth from Rank 99)
After sitting in silent, unbroken meditation for two days and two nights, the girls slowly opened their beautiful eyes. Sensing the cataclysmic, world-splitting oceans of pure spiritual power violently humming within their refined meridians, their gorgeous faces flashed with a collective wave of absolute, dazed bewilderment.
They had actually... reached the absolute pinnacle of mortal cultivation? Just like that?
This was the supreme, world-defying "gift" that their beloved husband, Fu Ye, had casually promised them before their reclusion.
Looking at the flawless, shimmering rings floating around their bodies, a profound sense of surrealism washed over their hearts. The legendary height that ordinary mortal cultivators spent centuries of bloody, life-threatening warfare failing to achieve had been handed to them on a silver platter over a single weekend.
The absolute second they fully snapped out of their trances, they found Fu Ye standing right at the focal center of the hall, a deeply amused, intensely loving smile playing on his handsome face.
"Not bad at all, my lovely queens. Every single one of you is officially a Titled Douluo."
Seeing their smug, breathtakingly handsome man standing right there, the core members of the Tianshui战队—led by the fiercely affectionate Shui Bing'er—instantly let out a collective cheer, swarming forward to completely trap Fu Ye within a tight circle of soft, fragrant flesh. Seeing the younger girls take the initiative, Xiao Wu, Liu Erlong, and the rest of the mature harem immediately threw their inhibitions to the wind and joined the fray.
Because this private villa compound was strictly registered under the exclusive name of the Tianshui Academy, there were absolutely zero external students, teachers, or nosey guards anywhere near the vicinity.
As dozens of soft, slender hands began playfully tugging, pulling, and tracing across Fu Ye's chiseled chest, the atmospheric tension within the grand hall rapidly transformed into something intensely carnal and chaotic.
BUZZ—
With a smooth, practiced flick of his fingers, Fu Ye instantly deployed a massive, absolute Spiritual Aura Barrier alongside a localized Time Dilation Field, completely sealing the Tianshui compound away from the flow of the outside world. The interior of the estate instantly returned to its usual, deceptive state of peaceful silence.
A grand, uninhibited celebration of their mass-breakthrough immediately erupted. Backed by their newly acquired Titled Douluo physiques and enhanced stamina, the girls attempted to launch a coordinated, collective assault to completely drain their husband's energy.
Unfortunately for them, even with their legendary upgrades, their numbers were entirely useless against his bottomless, reality-bending divine endurance. When the dust finally settled inside the time-isolated domain, absolute victory once again belonged solely to the smirking, perfectly refreshed Fu Ye, who had thoroughly utilized the intimate session to help each of his wives perfectly stabilize and master their explosive new powers.
The Ruins of Heaven Dou
By the time the temporal barriers were dropped and half a month had smoothly passed in the outside world, the medical transformation of Ye Lingling was completely finalized.
Nourished by the pure, life-elevating medicinal waves of the supreme immortal herbs Fu Ye had provided, her underlying skeletal constitution and physical durability had far surpassed her previous mortal limitations. The dangerous, rapid decay of her martial soul and the leaking of her spirit power had been completely, permanently frozen.
In stark contrast to her miraculous salvation, the remaining members of the Heaven Dou Imperial Team were left in an absolutely tragic state. The catastrophic backflow of the seven-in-one fusion technique had left nearly every single noble student with permanent, severe talent degradation.
The most horrific consequence had naturally manifested within the body of Tang San, who had acted as the primary six-man spiritual connector during the match.
The violent backflow had completely burned out his spiritual pathways; his ancestral Blue Silver Grass martial soul was now thoroughly crippled, rendering it entirely impossible for him to cultivate it ever again. Seeing his beloved son reduced to a hollow, spiritually castrated cripple, Tang Hao's heart bled with raw, unendurable pity. Without a single word of formal resignation, he had silently broken into the academy barracks under the cover of night and carried Tang San away from the capital.
As for where the fallen protagonist was being taken, or what forbidden, desperate methods the Clear Sky Douluo planned to use to patch his son's broken soul, Fu Ye didn't care to investigate deeply.
According to the passive, long-range radar scans continuously tracking the continent via his cheat system, the father-son duo had recently crossed the southern borders, safely embedding themselves within the territory of the Star Luo Empire.
The System Readout
Inside his luxurious, private executive office within the capital, Fu Ye sat comfortably behind his mahogany desk, casually bringing up the real-time status projection of his favorite mortal punching bag.
A clean, holographic system panel materialized directly before his eyes:
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[TARGET PROFILE: REAL-TIME MONITORING]
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Name: Tang Chuan (Reincarnated Divine King)
Martial Soul: Dark Blue Silver King (暗黑蓝银王)
Spirit Power: Rank 65 (Spirit Emperor / 魂帝)
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Rakshasa Divine Trial Status:
Current Phase: Fourth Divine Trial
Objective: Gather and corrupt exactly 1,000 mortal souls
into fanatical Rakshasa Believers.
Progress: 489 / 1,000 Souls
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Current Location: Western Territory of the Heaven Dou Empire,
Directly outside the main gates of the
Min Clan (Speed Clan) Fortress.
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Looking at the digital layout, Fu Ye's handsome brows lightly tilted upward in mild amusement.
He hadn't expected Tang Chuan to possess such a disgusting level of opportunistic resilience. In a mere two weeks since escaping the dungeons of the capital, the boy had managed to leap from a pathetic Rank 45 Soul Ancestor straight into a Rank 65 Spirit Emperor.
Furthermore, the behavioral path of the Rakshasa God clone in this timeline was highly entertaining. Instead of seeking out Bibi Dong to plant its corruptive seed of madness as it had in the original canon, the sinister deity had pinned its entire escape plan on Tang Chuan—a twisted, vengeful reincarnation of the very Divine King who would have originally destroyed its cult.
Click.
The heavy brass handle of his office door was softly, hesitantly turned from the outside, and the door swung open.
Fu Ye lifted his golden eyes from the screen, watching a slender, exceptionally quiet figure step into the room.
"Master Fu Ye... exactly half a month has passed since our agreement," a soft, melodious voice murmured. The visitor was none other than the beautifully recovered support auxiliary, Ye Lingling.
"Mnn. You've come to ask about the ancestral curse locked within your family bloodline, correct?"
Fu Ye cut straight to the core of her inner anxiety, his tone perfectly smooth and comforting. Hearing him state her deepest, lifelong fear so casually, Ye Lingling's delicate body lightly trembled before she obediently, deeply nodded her head.
"Yes... please!"
Over the course of the past two weeks residing within his estate, her psychological evaluation of Fu Ye had reached an astronomical score. He wasn't just an impossibly handsome, gentle, and protective older brother figure; he was an omnipotent god who held the key to her entire clan's salvation.
"Walk out with me first. I have a minor piece of business to settle out in the western provinces. The exact millisecond that task is wrapped up, I will personally cleanse and erase that petty curse from your soul," Fu Ye spoke smoothly, rising gracefully from his executive chair.
Hearing his non-negotiable command, Ye Lingling didn't offer a single trace of hesitation. She immediately turned and followed closely behind his towering, dominant figure as they strode past the gates.
The Convergence of the Dark Minions
Meanwhile, far to the west of the Heaven Dou Empire, standing directly before the towering, stone-carved fortress gates of the Min Clan (Speed Clan).
A massively built, heavily muscled middle-aged man with dark, heavily tanned skin stood firmly atop the grass. His entire physical frame was completely shrouded in a thick, choking cloud of pure, pitch-black malevolent energy, his eyes flashing with a sickly crimson light as he roared toward the ramparts:
"Old White Bird!!! Open your damn gates! Our supreme Young Lord—your grand-nephew—has officially arrived to claim his birthright!"
Rumble...
Following his thunderous, bell-like roar, the heavy iron-reinforced wooden gates of the fortress slowly ground open, revealing a slender, exceptionally tall middle-aged man with sharp features and stark white hair.
However, the absolute second the clan master's eyes locked onto the figure standing outside, his dark pupils violently contracted with deep, instinctive alarm and confusion.
"Tai Tan?! You old gorilla, what on earth has happened to your body?! And what do you mean by claiming my grand-nephew is here? Where is he?"
The white-haired man stepping through the threshold was none other than the master of the Speed Clan, Bai He—the maternal grand-uncle of the original Tang San.
Yet, the deformed, corrupted monster known as Tang Chuan standing in the shadows behind Tai Tan possessed a dark lineage that was entirely alien to the pure bloodline Bai He originally remembered.
"Hahaha!!! Old White Bird, our miserable days of poverty and hiding are finally over!" Tai Tan bellowed hysterically, the thick veins on his dark, corrupted face pulsing violently with dark energy. "Our supreme Young Lord is an absolute, unparalleled celestial genius! At his incredibly tender age, he has already achieved the rank of a Spirit Emperor! Following his banner is the single most glorious path to absolute power!"
Sensing the thick, intensely foul odor of pure divine malice radiating from Tai Tan's pores, Bai He's posture tightened, a wave of profound psychological disgust washing over his mind.
"Look at this, old friend! Under the divine guidance of our magnificent Young Lord, the rigid cultivation bottleneck that kept me trapped for decades was effortlessly shattered into pieces!" Tai Tan laughed maniacally, violently releasing his spirit rings as a terrifying wave of pressure exploded across the grass. "As we speak, I am officially a Rank 92 Titled Douluo!"