Chapter 144 - 135 Master Jingchen's Defloration, Three Women, Annihilation

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In a bamboo grove, a busty bodhisattva sat regally on a lotus platform, clad in a sheer white monk's robe. The fabric, as thin as a cicada's wing, revealed glimpses of her flesh beneath. Her two full, round breasts seemed about to burst from the robe, rising and falling slightly with her breath, her nipples appearing and disappearing. The neckline of her robe was extremely low, exposing large expanses of her fair breasts, a deep cleavage that stirred the imagination.

Her skin was as smooth and delicate as cream, her waist so slender it could be encircled by a single hand, yet it accentuated her ample breasts. Her waist-length, jet-black hair was casually styled in a bun, a few strands cascading over her shoulders. Her exquisite features radiated compassion, yet possessed an indescribable allure. Beneath her willow-leaf eyebrows, her phoenix eyes held a captivating gaze, and below her delicate nose were cherry-red lips.

What was most captivating was her astonishingly large breasts. With each movement, sweet, white milk would gush from her pink nipples, forming a graceful arc.

Her monk's robes, soaked with the milk, clung tightly to her body, outlining her even more alluring curves. Her long, slender legs were bare, adorned with a string of crystal-clear Buddhist prayer beads at her ankles.

She sat regally on the lotus platform, her posture elegant and noble, like a true Buddha descended to earth.

When her jade-like hands formed the lotus mudra, her monastic robe would inadvertently slip down slightly, revealing more of her snow-white skin. Sometimes, even a drop of milk could be seen sliding down her chest, leaving a faint stain on the robe. Her face always maintained a holy smile, as if completely unaware of anything inappropriate about her attire.

Whenever she moved, her proud breasts swayed, making soft "gurgling" sounds, as if more milk might flow at any moment. The hem of her robe flowed gracefully, subtly concealing her full, rounded buttocks. The perfect curves outlined a breathtakingly beautiful sight, making it difficult to distinguish whether it was a divine creation or the embodiment of desire.

"It's time to go, Junior Sister Jingran," Jingchen softly called to one of the many monks and nuns below the lotus platform.

A nun of decent appearance looked up at Jingchen, a complex look flashing in her eyes, and said, "Senior Sister, are you really going to..."

Jingchen: "My mind is made up. From now on, you will be the abbess of Peach Blossom Immortal Temple, and I will serve Buddha for life."

"But... Senior Sister, you have already become a Buddha, highly respected and virtuous. For you to become the sex slave of the Qin family's young ancestor seems too hasty. Our Buddhist realm has more than just Peach Blossom Immortal Temple; there's also the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Buddhas, the Samsara Buddhist Temple, and the Holy Western Heaven. If we tell them about Senior Sister's Buddhahood, they will definitely help us. Even the Qin clan will have to be wary."

"Jingran." Jingchen's face still held a kind smile, her dignified countenance contrasting sharply with her voluptuous, voluptuous figure.

"Jingran, look at me..."

Jingran looked up at Jingchen, her pupils suddenly contracting...

Jingchen continued, "Those people will never accept me with this body of lustful flesh. I was born to be the perfect material for cultivating the Great Joy Sutra."

"It's not because of the pressure from the Qin clan, but because I can no longer hold back..."

"This body of lustful flesh is constantly craving to be violated. My lustful orifice is constantly enduring an itch. I've reached my limit."

Jingchen spoke these words, but her expression remained calm. However, beneath that calm face and the milk-stained white monk's robe, a hungry, lustful orifice was constantly writhing, leaking lustful fluid.

"Take good care of Peach Blossom Immortal Temple."

Leaving these words, Jingchen transformed into a golden light and disappeared into the bamboo forest.

Above a mortal city in the Western Regions.

Golden light shone brightly, auspicious clouds floated in thousands of strands.

Jingchen stood in the void, surrounded by golden Buddhist light. Her face was like a full moon, her features exquisite, her expression compassionate and serene. Her long, black hair was piled high, exuding a noble and elegant air. Yet, this enlightened monk's physique contrasted sharply with her solemn and dignified appearance.

She wore a thin, almost transparent white robe, so minimal in fabric that it was nearly see-through. Her full, firm breasts seemed about to leap from the narrow bodice, trembling slightly with each graceful step, her nipples faintly visible. Her slender waist was so delicate it could be encircled by two hands, and below were her round, full hips, swaying gently with every step, full of alluring charm. Her long, shapely legs, with skin as white as snow, were shimmering in the breeze.

She continued to float forward, every inch of her skin shimmering with a holy light under the Buddha's glow. Though her countenance was dignified and solemn, her voluptuous and alluring body seemed born for pleasure and service. This contradictory quality was perfectly unified in this lustful Buddha.

The chanting of countless believers echoed throughout the heavens and earth. They knelt in devout worship, watching this female bodhisattva, both holy and wanton, descend upon the mortal realm.

Jingchen stepped onto the earth, and lotus flowers instantly bloomed beneath her feet. Each lotus was crystal clear, radiating a soft light. Wherever she passed, the land gradually transformed into sacred Buddhist land, golden light covering every inch of space.

On this Buddhist land, the previously lost people relinquished all worldly ties, following the guidance of their hearts. The men, naked, displayed powerful, flowing muscles; the women, too, shed their clothes, revealing flawless bodies. Drawn by Jingchen's influence, they were drawn to each other, uniting in a boundless union.

The air was thick with the scent of hormones, and sounds of pleasure rose and fell. Some reached the pinnacle of passion, their union a passionate, otherworldly bliss.

A noblewoman and a farmer kissed fervently, a general and a commoner woman entwined in a desperate embrace. Status, position, and morality vanished here; only pure desire and the pursuit of ultimate pleasure remained.

Jingchen's steps were elegant and graceful, her breasts swaying gently with each movement. She could feel the surrounding revelry, a gift from her power, yet her eyes remained clear, always moving towards the direction of her heart.

Soon afterward, news of a bodhisattva walking among mortals, bringing bliss to humanity, spread rapidly throughout the Western Regions, naturally reaching the ears of other Buddhist forces.

And this bodhisattva, now walking among mortals, knelt before a man.

At the Yunshan Taoist Temple, Jingchen, having emerged from seclusion and attained Buddhahood, came to Qin Tian's side.

She gently removed her monk's robes and knelt before Qin Tian. Her magnificent breasts rose and fell with her breath, the two rosy nipples erect, glistening with milk.

"My Buddha, please allow me to offer you this devout sacrifice." She cupped one of her breasts in her hands, and with the other hand gently cradled Qin Tian's burning penis, guiding it to her already moist nipple.

Qin Tian felt the soft, moist touch of his glans and couldn't help but thrust forward. Jingchen let out a sweet moan. The moment her nipple was parted, a warm sensation enveloped its sensitive head.

Unlike the warm, smooth flesh of her vagina, the tightness of her nipple opening was much less; instead, the softer flesh walls offered an exquisite sense of envelopment.

The Great Joy Sutra and the body of a Buddha bestowed upon his nipples great elasticity, allowing them to tightly grip his penis. The grip was even tighter than that of his vagina, creating a stark contrast with the soft, enveloping sensation of his nipples. This combination of tightness in the front and looseness in the back resulted in an extreme pleasure greater than the sum of its parts.

Slightly withdrawing his penis, a suction force emanated from deep within his nipples, preventing further withdrawal.

The extremely viscous lubricant provided a more stimulating effect than the vaginal fluids, allowing Qin Tian to clearly feel every friction between his penis and his nipples.

"So good!"

"Fuck, so good!!"

Tasting her nipples for the first time, Qin Tian entered a state of extreme excitement. Rhythm, restraint—all were forgotten. He only focused on thrusting and cultivating, craving intense pleasure.

Nipple intercourse—only someone with Jingchen's naturally lustful body could do that, and only her milk-spraying, lustful breasts could withstand the thrusting of a penis.

Her nipples swelled and tingled from tightly gripping the penis, and Jingchen clearly felt the glans rubbing against her nipple, penetrating deeper into her breast. The wonderful fullness of her breast being filled quickly overshadowed the slight discomfort, transforming into a continuous stream of pleasure.

"Mmm...my Buddha's gift is so hot..." She tilted her head back, her delicate brows furrowed slightly, her expression a mixture of pain and pleasure. Qin Tian's penis slowly inserted into her tight nipple, each inch of penetration bringing an immense pressure. Milk overflowed with each thrust, flowing down their bodies and staining the ground with patches of moisture.

Jingchen actively responded to each thrust, her slender fingers pinching the base of her nipple, widening her nipple opening further. Her other hand caressed her other breast, kneading the sensitive nipple, occasionally squeezing out a few streams of fragrant milk.

"Jingchen…it feels so good inside…" Qin Tian gripped her shoulders and thrust forcefully, his thick penis sliding in and out of her snow-white breasts. Each thrust brought forth copious amounts of milk, splashing onto her sacred face and body.

"If Buddha likes it…I am willing to serve you forever…" she gasped, her cheeks flushed. Her previously solemn expression was now replaced by pure lust. Her breasts, fuller with excitement, swayed violently with Qin Tian's movements, the splashed milk drawing silver streaks in the air.

Her breasts, like two enormous water bags, deformed with each impact, making a "slapping" sound. With each deep thrust, he could feel the pressure of her flesh, as if countless tiny mouths were gently sucking.

Sweat mixed with milk, forming a hazy mist on her chest. Her eyes were glazed, a sweet smile playing on her lips, as if she were hopelessly immersed in this devout ritual.

"Ah…Buddha…" Jingchen knelt on the ground, her hands devoutly cupping her ample breasts. Qin Tian stood before her, one hand on her shoulder, the other grasping her other breast, kneading it forcefully.

"Your nipples are so tight, truly a gift from nature…" Qin Tian panted, his penis thrusting rapidly in and out of her enchanting orifice, each stroke drawing out copious amounts of milk that flowed down her snow-white body.

"It is my honor to serve Buddha…" She trembled slightly, fine beads of sweat forming on her forehead, her long eyelashes fluttering, and a melodious moan escaping her lips.

Qin Tian's hands covered her full breasts, his rough palms rubbing against her sensitive nipples, each touch bringing intense pleasure, causing her to involuntarily writhe. Her long hair fell across the cold ground, swaying gently with her movements.

"Harder... Buddha..." she murmured softly, her hands tightening, squeezing her breasts into perfect containers. The flesh, engorged with blood, became increasingly sensitive, each thrust sending shivers of pleasure through her.

Qin Tian increased the speed of his thrusts, his penis pounding wildly in her warm, moist nipples. She moved her body back and forth in response, ensuring each penetration reached its deepest point. Milk overflowed, wetting her pristine body.

"It is my honor to offer my nipples to Buddha..." she said devoutly, her hands still tightly holding her breasts, letting Qin Tian ride her body.

Sweat, milk, and the faint scent of sandalwood mingled, filling the air.

When Qin Tian's penis withdrew from her moist nipples, a lascivious emptiness remained, from which milky white fluid continued to flow. Jingchen gazed at her breasts, still dripping with milk, a look of ecstasy spreading across her pretty face.

Qin Tian lay on the ground, gesturing for her to mount him.

Jing Chen obediently nodded, parting her legs to straddle him. Her slender fingers parted her already wet labia, aiming at his erect penis, glistening with her own milk.

"Ah..." She slowly sat down, feeling the burning sensation gradually engulf her body. When it was fully inside her, she let out a satisfied sigh. Qin Tian grasped her slender waist, helping her adjust her position.

"Please, Buddha, enjoy my service..." She placed her hands on his chest and began to slowly rise and fall, her full breasts swaying with each movement, the spilled milk forming fine droplets between them.

With each lift, she could feel the hard bulge inside her; with each slump, she could hear the crisp sound of flesh colliding. Her long hair was disheveled, a few strands clinging to her flushed cheeks.

"Mmm...ah..." Her moans were melodious and sweet, her hip movements becoming increasingly skilled. Qin Tian's fingers dug into her soft breasts, teasing her still-milking nipples.

She closed her eyes, completely immersed in the pleasure, her full hips rising and falling on Qin Tian, ​​splashing water, sweat glistening on her back.

"Your skills, you slut, are truly remarkable... Who could have imagined you were a virgin just moments ago?" Qin Tian exclaimed, feeling the tightness and passion within her, his gaze fixed on his blood-stained penis.

Jing Chen's movements gradually quickened, her large breasts heaving with the rhythm, milk splashing everywhere.

She opened her eyes, her gaze filled with ecstasy, and willingly leaned down, offering her breasts to Qin Tian's lips. Qin Tian immediately took one nipple into his mouth, greedily sucking the fresh milk.

"My Buddha... everything I have is yours..." She trembled slightly under his onslaught, but still persisted in twisting her hips, maximizing the pleasure with each union.

Qin Tian laughed heartily, his gaze falling upon the merciful bodhisattva rising and falling upon him, when suddenly an amusing thought occurred to him.

"Jingchen, you are a Buddhist. In this situation, for your Buddha, recite a scripture."

"I understand… Ah… I will recite the Heart Sutra for my Buddha…"

"Avalokiteshvara Jingchen, when practicing the profound Prajnaparamita…" Jingchen clasped her hands together, reciting the Heart Sutra while rhythmically swaying her slender waist.

"Illuminating the emptiness of the five aggregates, transcending all suffering…" She straightened her back, her hands hanging naturally, rising and falling with the chanting, her full buttocks gently lifting and falling, each time completely engulfing his penis.

"Form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form…" Her voice remained steady, but her slightly flushed cheeks and rapid breathing betrayed her true state. Qin Tian's fingers dug into her soft buttocks, moving rhythmically with her movements.

"Feeling, perception, volition, and consciousness are also like this..." Her movements gradually quickened, her large breasts swaying gently with the chanting, dripping glistening milk. Her petal-like labia curled with each thrust, secreting even more lubrication.

"All phenomena are empty of inherent existence, neither arising nor ceasing..." Her chanting weakened, replaced by increasingly pronounced panting. Her voluptuous body flushed a pale pink, glistening with fragrant sweat.

Qin Tian supported her waist, helping her to quicken her movements. Each thrust made her body tremble slightly, but she persisted in chanting.

"Without defilement...without purity..." Her voice began to tremble, fine beads of sweat appearing on her forehead. Each rise and fall brought her intense pleasure, but she still struggled to maintain the rhythm of her chanting.

"Without hindrance in the mind..." Her body suddenly tensed, her eyes slightly closed, and the chanting abruptly stopped. Qin Tian had suddenly grasped her breasts and was thrusting upwards forcefully.

The stark contrast between chanting scriptures and thrusting his penis simultaneously tainted what was originally sacred with extreme obscenity, thrilling Qin Tian.

"Ah..." she cried out, no longer caring about the scriptures. Her movements below intensified, sweat mixed with breast milk splattering everywhere. Her long hair whipped wildly, her expression a mixture of sanctity and wantonness.

"Buddha...please have mercy..." she sobbed, her hands gripping Qin Tian's arms tightly. Her voluptuous body heaved against him, each impact sending ripples through her. Her eyes grew increasingly hazy, blurring the lines between faith and desire.

Qin Tian's strong arms encircled Jing Chen's waist, his hands supporting her soft, round buttocks. Her legs were forced to wrap around his waist, leaving her suspended in mid-air.

"Ah! Too deep..." Jing Chen exclaimed. Each thrust from Qin Tian struck the deepest point, as if piercing her body. Her large breasts bounced wildly with the violent movements, breast milk splattering everywhere. "No... Oh my god... It's too much..." She tilted her head back, her long hair disheveled, her eyes unfocused. Each thrust made her tremble, unable to even finish a sentence.

Qin Tian showed no mercy, instead pounding into her even harder. Her body swayed violently with each impact, like a small boat in a storm.

"Ah... I'm going to come..." Jingchen's voice was choked with sobs, tears streaming uncontrollably down her face. Her body arched violently, tensing, a warm current surging from within, washing over Qin Tian's penis.

Qin Tian gritted his teeth, feeling the contractions within, "So tight..."

His final thrusts were swift and brutal, each one hitting the very core with pinpoint accuracy. Jing Chen could no longer utter complete sentences, only broken moans: "No... slower..."

Finally, after the deepest and most powerful impact, Qin Tian also reached his limit, his scalding semen gushing out, drenching Jing Chen's most sensitive spot.

"Ah!!!" Jing Chen screamed, her whole body trembling violently. Her vaginal canal contracted sharply, an unprecedented surge of heat erupting from within her. Her head tilted back to its limit, her tongue slightly protruding, her eyes rolling back, a picture of utter conquest.

A large amount of love fluid mixed with her climax gushed out, soaking both of their lower bodies. Her body continued to convulse, each spasm releasing even more fluid.

Qin Tian finally released her, satisfied. Her legs were still trembling slightly, clearly not yet recovered from her peak orgasm. She lay limp on the ground, her large breasts rising and falling with her breath, milk still seeping out.

The next morning, Jing Chen knelt on the ground, cupping her ample breasts, and took Qin Tian's penis into them. She skillfully squeezed her breasts, letting them slide against his penis, the milky white fluid overflowing with her movements, wetting a large patch of the floor.

At noon, she knelt on the ground, her full buttocks raised high. Qin Tian entered her from behind, each thrust creating ripples in her buttocks. Her large breasts pressed against the ground, swaying back and forth with each impact, the seeping milk pooling on the floor.

In the afternoon, she sat on Qin Tian, ​​twisting her hips while giving him oral sex. Her tongue skillfully licked his sensitive areas, suppressed moans emanating from deep within her throat. When she sensed Qin Tian was about to reach his limit, she would open her mouth, letting him release completely.

That night, she lay in Qin Tian's arms, using her delicate hands to caress him. Her touch was gentle yet skillful, sometimes soft, sometimes firm, always finding the perfect spots to stimulate him. Her other hand soothed her own private parts, her lips emitting sweet moans.

Late at night, they tried various positions. Sometimes she sat on Qin Tian in a lotus position, sometimes he entered her from behind, sometimes they sat face-to-face. Each change brought a new experience.

Whenever Qin Tian wanted to rest, Jing Chen would use her body to awaken his desire. Her breasts, lips, fingers, buttocks, even her feet, became tools to please him. The room echoed with the sounds of flesh colliding and her sweet moans.

Her body became increasingly sensitive with each touch, easily aroused by the slightest stimulation. Her nipples were always hard, her vagina always ready for invasion, and even her anus softened with each exploration.

Sometimes they would make love for hours on end, until both were exhausted. Jingchen's body was always covered in sweat and bodily fluids, exuding a strong hormonal scent. Her large breasts seemed inexhaustible, constantly providing sweet milk.

During these days, she was no longer the dignified Jingchen, but had become Qin Tian's exclusive sex toy. He explored her body to its fullest extent, knowing every sensitive spot intimately. Even in her sleep, she would unconsciously rub against Qin Tian, ​​craving more caresses.

This continued for several days, during which the two practiced dual cultivation, discussing the Great Joy Buddhist Dharma.

With Jingchen's continuous efforts, Qin Tian even began to emanate Buddhist light.

Qin Tian looked at the golden light flowing from his palm, his other hand pressing down on the head of the man kneeling on the ground, swallowing his penis. A Buddha image vaguely appeared within him. This Buddha image was somewhat familiar, yet different from the Buddha image in his memory.

"Jingchen, if I fuck you until you become a Buddha, won't those Buddhist monks be furious?" Qin Tian asked with a smile.

"Mmm...ah..." Jingchen spat out the wet, throbbing penis, her dignified, holy face rubbing against it, a lewd giggle escaping her lips: "Of course, Buddha. After all, in their eyes, we're blaspheming Buddha. Too bad...even a harlot like me can become a Buddha, so Buddha isn't as 'form is emptiness' as they say...hehe..."

Qin Tian pressed Jingchen's head down, inserting his penis back into her mouth. After a few thrusts, Jingchen began to suck and swallow on her own.

Qin Tian's gaze shifted from Jingchen's strikingly different face to the sky.

"Had enough fun..."

"After dealing with that trouble, let's go back."

Just as Qin Tian was thinking this...

Su Xue and Chu Qingzhu entered the meditation room, only to be met with this scene.

The once dignified Jingchen was now squatting on the ground, her long black hair disheveled, her head bobbing rapidly back and forth. Her hands were tightly wrapped around Qin Tian's waist, and she was making soft, slurping sounds. With her movements, her two snow-white breasts swayed, and the spilled milk traced graceful arcs in the air.

"Isn't this... Master Jingchen from Peach Garden Immortal Nunnery?" Chu Qingzhu covered her mouth, unable to believe her eyes. The dignified figure she remembered was now serving a man so wantonly.

"Hmm..." Su Xue leaned against the doorframe, watching the scene with interest. "Looks like they've been doing well lately."

Chu Qingzhu pouted and whispered to her master, "Master, I... I haven't been favored by Master for so long..."

"What, didn't you always complain that he was too rough?" Su Xue teased.

"But…" Chu Qingzhu blushed, "Thinking about it now, it's actually not so bad…and, and…"

"And what?"

"Master, aren't you the same? Every night he plays with you until very late before you can go to sleep." Chu Qingzhu said indignantly.

Su Xue was speechless for a moment. Indeed, ever since Qin Tian conquered her, she couldn't live without this sensation. She cultivated by day and endured his demands by night; her long, slender legs had been played with countless times until she couldn't stand.

However, Qin Tian hadn't allowed them to serve him in bed for the past few days, which was unbearable torture for the master and disciple, whose bodies had already been transformed into lustful desires.

Moreover, after Qin Tian hadn't slept with Su Xue and Chu Qingzhu for several days, Lin Jing's condition wasn't good either.

Jingchen raised her head, a glistening liquid still clinging to the corner of her mouth, and beckoned to them, "Fellow Daoists, come on over, the master's bedchamber always welcomes more people."

Chu Qingzhu's heart raced. She instinctively looked at her master, Su Xue sighed, and gently pushed her, "Go on, don't be shy."

"Consider it for Jing'er's sake."

Chu Qingzhu nodded. The two women approached, looking at Qin Tian's strong body and smelling his intense scent. Their legs went weak, especially Chu Qingzhu's; just thinking about what was about to happen made her feel wet.

Su Xue and Chu Qingzhu knelt side by side between Qin Tian's legs, three faces, each different yet equally beautiful, close together.

Jingchen took the lead, her nimble tongue licking Qin Tian's penis. Her movements were skillful and practiced, each touch perfectly timed. The glistening saliva mixed with the remaining liquid shimmered under the light.

Su Xue hesitated for a moment, then stuck out her tongue and began licking the other side. Her pride as a sword immortal vanished in that instant, replaced by a humble submission. While her technique wasn't as refined as Jing Chen's, it was still enough to drive one wild.

Chu Qingzhu blushed, mimicking her two predecessors, carefully kissing the base. Though young, her technique was no less skillful than theirs.

"Very well done..." Qin Tian's deep voice rang out, tinged with appreciation.

Encouraged, the three women worked even harder. Jing Chen suddenly swallowed the entire length, performing a deep suck; Su Xue, not to be outdone, lightly swept her tongue across the tip; Chu Qingzhu, meanwhile, roamed the sides, licking gently like a kitten.

The three beauties, with clear roles and perfect coordination, their headdresses swaying slightly with their movements, their hair tangled, together creating a lascivious symphony.

Sometimes it was Jingchen alone, while the other two caressed other parts of his body; sometimes all three attacked simultaneously, their tongues intertwining, saliva mingling, their lips taking turns covering the monstrous member, sucking, licking, biting—using every trick in the book.

Qin Tian's breathing grew heavier, his three pretty faces flushed from the long service. They exchanged a glance, then began a new round of attacks.

"You...you're doing very well..." Qin Tian gripped Jingchen's head, his voice hoarse, "I want..."

Three exquisite faces lifted simultaneously, looking at him expectantly.

Three pairs of bright eyes gazed upwards, awaiting the impending gift. Their red lips parted slightly, their tongues peeking out, like thirsty little animals waiting to be fed.

Chu Qingzhu, the youngest, had a passionate and expectant look in her eyes. She secretly glanced at the other two, afraid she wasn't charming enough.

Su Xue's gaze was the most composed. As an elder, her every gesture exuded mature elegance. Her eyes held a yearning, yet also a hint of arrogance, much like her usual demeanor as a sword immortal.

Jing Chen's expression was the most professional. Her eyes shone with a devout light, as if performing some sacred ritual. Even in this moment, she maintained her usual solemn demeanor.

The three women's breathing quickened, their chests rising and falling slightly. Their bodies, in this posture, displayed different kinds of beauty: Chu Qingzhu's youthful vitality, Su Xue's mature charm, and Jing Chen's graceful elegance, all perfectly showcased in this moment.

The atmosphere in the air became extremely tense. Their eyes were fixed intently, afraid to miss a single detail. The three distinctive faces formed a breathtakingly beautiful picture, yet it also appeared exceptionally lewd.

Suddenly, Qin Tian's body trembled slightly. The three women simultaneously held their breath, preparing to receive the impending rain.

"It's coming..." Qin Tian growled.

The first jet of hot liquid shot out, landing precisely on the faces of the three women. The warm touch made them tremble involuntarily. Then came the second, the third… the cloudy liquid traced graceful arcs in the air, evenly sprinkling onto their delicate makeup.

None of the three women flinched, letting the liquid cover their faces. Some slid into their mouths, some dripped down their chins. They even licked each other's faces clean with their tongues, ensuring not a single drop was wasted.

When it was all over, the three women reluctantly licked the traces off each other's faces. At this moment, they looked exceptionally alluring, their delicate features still glistening with undried semen, gleaming strangely in the candlelight.

The room was filled with the fervor of spring.

Chu Qingzhu knelt on the ground, her slender waist lowered, her full buttocks raised high, revealing her glistening private parts. Her face flushed, her eyes languidly fixed on Qin Tian behind her: "Master... I can't take it anymore... Come in quickly..."

Qin Tian looked down at the stunning beauty before him, slapping her shapely buttocks. "You always act so proper, but now you're showing your true colors." With that, he grasped his erect penis and thrust it forcefully into her wet opening.

"Ah!" Chu Qingzhu arched her long neck, letting out a sweet moan. Qin Tian's thick, hard penis reached its deepest point in one go. Her vagina tightly gripped the intruder, its inner walls contracting and undulating.

Qin Tian began to thrust vigorously, each time almost completely withdrawing before plunging back in. His scrotum slapped against Chu Qingzhu's buttocks with a crisp sound, and her full breasts swayed back and forth with the movements.

Su Xue and Jing Chen pressed themselves against him. Su Xue's silver hair cascaded down, her mature and alluring body pressed against Qin Tian's right side, while Jing Chen leaned against his left. Her full, large breasts occasionally oozed milky white fluid.

The two beauties' cherry lips vied for Qin Tian's kisses, their soft tongues entwining in a passionate embrace. Their boneless, delicate hands roamed over his body, sometimes caressing his chest, sometimes exploring downwards.

Qin Tian, ​​while vigorously thrusting into Chu Qingzhu, enjoyed the tenderness of the two beauties. His fingers teased Su Xue's erect nipples, while his other hand kneaded Jing Chen's overflowing breasts.

"Ah...Master...too fast..." Chu Qingzhu's voice was broken. Her vagina contracted repeatedly, copious amounts of clear love fluid flowing down her thighs. Qin Tian's movements grew increasingly frenzied, his lower abdomen slamming against her buttocks, producing a series of loud slapping sounds.

Qin Tian's breathing grew heavy; he could feel himself about to climax. He grabbed Chu Qingzhu's hair, forcing her to turn and kiss him, while his movements became increasingly fierce.

"M-Master...it's going to break..." Chu Qingzhu whimpered, but Qin Tian silenced her. Her body was incredibly sensitive; each penetration brought intense pleasure.

"Ah!" Chu Qingzhu arched her long neck, letting out a sweet moan. Qin Tian's thick, hard penis reached its deepest point in one go. Her vagina tightly gripped the intruder, its inner walls contracting and pulsating.

Qin Tian began thrusting forcefully, each time almost completely withdrawing before plunging back in. His scrotum slapped against Chu Qingzhu's buttocks with a crisp sound, and her full breasts swayed back and forth with the movements.

Chu Qingzhu suddenly screamed, her vagina tightening abruptly. Qin Tian felt the changes within her, knowing she had reached orgasm.

Finally, after a series of rapid thrusts, Qin Tian buried himself deep inside Chu Qingzhu, releasing his scalding essence deep within her. Chu Qingzhu reached her climax, arching her back and letting out a long moan...

Chu Qingzhu knelt on the carpet, her body weak and limp, drenched in sweat. Her breathing was rapid and erratic, each gasp causing her whole body to tremble slightly. The intense lovemaking had almost exhausted her; even lifting her arm was difficult.

She could feel the warm liquid slowly flowing out of her body, sliding down her inner thighs, soaking a large patch of the carpet beneath her, exuding an ambiguous atmosphere. She knew that she must look incredibly lewd at this moment, her vagina still twitching uncontrollably, its entrance wide open to the air.

Su Xue noticed her embarrassment and knew this was a good opportunity. She quickly said, "Qingzhu, you can go now. We'll take care of things here."

Chu Qingzhu struggled to sit up and whispered to Qin Tian, ​​"Master, I'll go wash up and then come back to serve you."

She understood the deeper meaning behind Su Xue's words. Since Jingchen's arrival, Qin Tian hadn't had sex with her or Su Xue for several days. Lin Jing's attitude towards them had changed drastically. He locked himself in his room, and the only way to get Lin Jing to talk was for Chu Qingzhu or Su Xue to bring their "perfect bodies" to see him.

Just as Chu Qingzhu was about to get up, Su Xue, seemingly afraid Qin Tian would notice, impatiently straddled him. She lifted her skirt, revealing her fair thighs, and her slender fingers guided Qin Tian into her body.

She tilted her head back, letting out a sweet moan: "Mmm... Master... give it to me..."

Chu Qingzhu silently watched this scene, suppressing her physical exhaustion, and slowly walked towards the door. Moonlight streamed through the window, casting a long shadow on her dress and the floor. Her steps were unsteady, each step carrying the lingering warmth of her body.

As she walked down the corridor, a gentle evening breeze lifted the hem of her dress. Chu Qingzhu involuntarily tightened her clothes and quickened her pace. She remembered Lin Jing's residence, the small courtyard where they had spent countless joyful moments together.

After leaving the room, Chu Qingzhu slowly walked down the corridor. Her naked body was covered in traces of passion, a few traces of semen remained on her face, and fluid slowly trickled down between her thighs.

She stopped before a door, raised her hand, and gently knocked. In the silence, her voice carried a hint of seduction: "Junior Brother Lin, it's me..."

There was no response for a long time.

Chu Qingzhu licked her lips, her voice even sweeter, "Junior Brother Lin, Master just made love to me, and he even ejaculated all his semen inside... Do you want to see? I must look beautiful now..."

The door finally opened a crack. Lin Jing's pale face appeared in the gap, his gaze fixed on Chu Qingzhu's body, which was covered in marks, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"Tell me, where is Qin Tian now?" Lin Jing asked in a hoarse voice, "Is he fucking my mother?"

Chu Qingzhu was stunned. Lin Jing's appearance shocked her. His hair was disheveled, his face haggard, and his eyes bloodshot, as if he hadn't rested for days and nights.

"How did you become like this?" Chu Qingzhu couldn't help but ask.

A glint of madness flashed in Lin Jing's eyes: "Answer my question! Where is Qin Tian? Did he fuck your ass? How many times did he ejaculate inside?"

Chu Qingzhu took a step back, startled by his tone. This once gentle and polite junior brother had become like this, but she still answered truthfully, "Master is having sex with your mother. He just ejaculated inside my womb, and he also gave him oral sex before. It was with your mother and Master Jingchen."

"Take me there." Lin Jing suddenly grabbed Chu Qingzhu's wrist, the force so strong it hurt. "I want to see how he's toying with my mother."

His eyes were fiery and gloomy, like a burning black flame. Chu Qingzhu could feel his morbid worship and twisted desire for Qin Tian.

Looking at her junior brother, now driven mad, Chu Qingzhu didn't know what to say. She broke free from his grip and walked towards the main house.

She knew Lin Jing had gone mad.

Soon, the two arrived at the main house.

Lin Jing stood at the doorway, involuntarily swallowing hard.

His usually aloof and haughty swordswoman mother was now prostrate on the ground like a docile kitten, her long hair disheveled and falling beside her face, obscuring her usual cold and aloof features.

Her usually impeccably dressed white dress was now disheveled, half-undone at the waist, revealing her slender, fair back. With the movements of the man behind her, her body trembled incessantly, yet she maintained a submissive posture.

Qin Tian stood behind her, one hand supporting her slender waist, the other tugging at a strand of her hair. Each thrust elicited a soft moan from both of them.

"Junior Brother Lin is here." Qin Tian turned to look at the young man standing in the doorway, a playful smile on his face. "Don't you think your mother's body is much more voluptuous than you imagined?"

Qin Tian naturally knew where Chu Qingzhu had gone. He had also intentionally brought Lin Jing over; he didn't have time to play NTR games with him anymore.

Lin Jing's gaze was fixed on the figure on the ground, his breathing quickening. His once dignified and elegant swordswoman mother was now so alluring and captivating. A jade hairpin adorned her hair, swaying gently with her movements, adding to her seductive charm.

Torn clothes still clung to Su Xue's body, barely concealing her most intimate parts. He involuntarily took a step forward, wanting to see more clearly.

"Get out if you've seen enough. Be grateful for even one glance." Qin Tian's voice suddenly turned icy. "Your mother and senior sister will be leaving with me soon, so don't get in my way."

These words struck Lin Jing like a bolt from the blue. His expression instantly panicked. "Brother Qin...please...please...continue with my mother..."

Lin Jing knelt on the ground, his eyes fixed on the live sex act before him, his voice trembling with excessive excitement, "She was born to be like this...ridden like a bitch..."

Hearing her son's insane words, Su Xue's body trembled violently. A flicker of pain flashed in her previously dazed eyes, but the impact from behind plunged her back into the abyss of desire.

Qin Tian gripped her neck, pressing her hard to the ground. Each thrust felt like it was piercing her completely.

"That's it… Brother Qin… you're fucking my mother hard, aren't you…" Lin Jing's voice trembled with tears. "You're doing it so right… my mother was born to be fucked by men…"

Qin Tian narrowed his eyes at the kneeling boy, a cruel smile playing on his lips. He suddenly grabbed Su Xue's hair, forcing her to look at his son.

"Did you hear that? You gave birth to such a good son…"

Su Xue closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face, but her body rose and fell with the man's thrusts, sweet moans escaping her throat. Her usually cold and beautiful face was now flushed, making her appear exceptionally alluring.

"Don't look at me… Jing'er… don't…" Su Xue sobbed, unable to resist the surging pleasure within her.

Qin Tian stopped, coldly looking at the Lin Jing before him who had lost her mind. Su Xue let out a dissatisfied whimper and began to twist her hips.

Lin Jing knelt on the ground, pleading like a pitiful wretch: "I'll kowtow to you every day...lick your boots...just let me stay by your side...let me watch you play with my mother and senior sister..."

His voice grew softer and softer, until it was almost a whisper: "I can't live without them...and I can't live without you...please...don't abandon me..."

Qin Tian was silent for a moment, then suddenly grabbed Su Xue's silver hair again, forcing her to lift her face. Lin Jing's eyes widened immediately. Her mother's beautiful face was now flushed with lust, her eyes unfocused, her lips slightly parted, a picture of a completely succumbed harlot.

"See that?" Qin Tian sneered. "This is your high and mighty mother, now nothing more than a toy beneath me."

Qin Tian: "Didn't you want to see your mother being fucked by me? Then I'll grant your wish." Qin Tian tossed out a pill, saying, "This is a highly poisonous pill. You'll die instantly if you swallow it, but in the meantime, I'll grant your wish. Either swallow the pill and watch your mother being fucked by me before you die, or get out of here now."

Chu Qingzhu looked at Lin Jing; she had already completely lost interest in this junior brother. Disappointed, Su Xue didn't say much, but with the penis still inside her, she held a sliver of hope for her biological son. Tears streamed down her face, but they were from the intense pleasure of being fucked. She pleaded, "Jing'er, listen to me, leave. Live well. Mother can't live without Master's penis anymore. Don't do anything foolish."

Lin Jing struggled internally. Looking at the pill on the ground, his twisted desires gnawed at him. Finally, with Chu Qingzhu's sigh and Su Xue's disappointed gaze, Lin Jing picked up the pill.

Lin Jing's trembling hands picked up the dark red pill, his expression growing increasingly contorted with excitement. He looked up at his mother on the ground; Su Xue was being brutally penetrated by Qin Tian, ​​her snow-white body trembling.

"Why…why did you do this…" Su Xue looked at her son with teary eyes, "I've fallen so low, you should at least live a decent life…"

Lin Jing held the pill to his lips, a sickly smile appearing on his face: "Mother, I want to see you being fucked until you lose control of your bladder…I want to see you trained into a real bitch…" His voice grew increasingly erratic, "This is the kind of you my mother should be, my mother should be this beautiful…"

With that, he swallowed the pill. The poison immediately took effect; his face quickly turned bluish-purple, cold sweat beaded on his forehead, but his gaze never left his mother's alluring figure.

Qin Tian sneered, gripping Su Xue's slender waist, and began to thrust even more violently. "Since you've chosen death, then I'll let you see enough." His movements grew larger and larger, each strike landing heavily on Su Xue's sensitive spots.

Lin Jing collapsed to the ground, the poison chilling him to the bone, yet his twisted desire burned ever hotter. He stared intently at his mother's ravaged form, as if admiring the most beautiful painting in the world. His trembling hand reached out, wanting to touch her body, yet he dared not actually touch her.

Su Xue closed her eyes in agony, tears streaming down her face. She knew her son was beyond saving, but as a mother, she still couldn't accept this ending.

Qin Tian, ​​however, disregarded all this. He grabbed Su Xue's chin, forcing her to look at Lin Jing on the floor: "Open your eyes wide and watch carefully. Let your son see how his noble mother is forced to submit beneath me."

Su Xue was forced to witness her son's crazed expression before his death. Shame and sorrow intertwined, but her body, against her will, became even more sensitive. Her moans grew louder, her vagina spasming repeatedly, clearly nearing orgasm.

Lin Jing's life was rapidly slipping away, yet his eyes shone ever brighter. He watched his mother's wanton expression, her full breasts swaying with each thrust, Qin Tian's monstrous penis moving in and out of her...

"So beautiful..." Lin Jing murmured, his voice weak yet filled with ecstasy, "Mother, you are so beautiful..."

His consciousness began to blur, his vision distorting, but the smile on his face never faded. Until his last breath, he stubbornly stared at his mother's conquered state, as if this had become the most precious sight of his life.

Su Xue wept silently, unable to resist the waves of pleasure. Under her son's gaze, she could only reach the peak again and again, using her body to complete this final farewell ritual.

The room was filled with the sounds of flesh colliding, a woman's moans, and the final murmurs of a lost soul. At this moment, the bond between mother and son ended in an extreme way, leaving only eternal regret and an unchangeable fate.

Lin Jing lay on the ground, the toxins in his blood having spread throughout his body. He struggled to lift his head, staring intently at everything before him.

Qin Tian held Su Xue's legs, positioning her in the most shameful position. Su Xue's ravaged vulva was completely exposed to her son's eyes, the opening still contracting, releasing glistening nectar.

Lin Jing's throat made a gurgling sound. The scene before him far exceeded his imagination. He had dreamed of seeing his mother in this state, but now, facing it truly, his heart was filled with a twisted desire and an indescribable sorrow.

Qin Tian's enormous penis pressed against Su Xue's vulva, slowly pushing in before Lin Jing's eyes. Lin Jing's eyes widened even more. He had never seen such a scene before; the penis that had brought his mother to ecstasy was slowly forcing open the place where he was born.

"Ah...ah..." Su Xue couldn't help but moan. Her son was right in front of her, but she could no longer control her body; waves of pleasure washed over her.

Qin Tian began thrusting vigorously, each withdrawal bringing out copious amounts of vaginal fluid that splashed onto Lin Jing's face. Lin Jing greedily savored her mother's scent, a strange smile playing on her lips.

"Mother...you're so beautiful..." Lin Jing's voice grew weaker, but her eyes remained stubbornly fixed on every detail of their union. "I'm sorry...I can't be with you until the end..."

His eyelids began to droop uncontrollably, his consciousness fading. The last image he saw was of his mother being forcefully penetrated; her moans were high-pitched and melodious, her body trembling violently.

Lin Jing's head slowly turned to one side, his eyes closing forever. A satisfied smile graced his face, as if he had fulfilled his lifelong wish in a dream.

Su Xue looked at her son's peaceful face, tears streaming down her face. Her body remained firmly nailed to Qin Tian's penis, unable to escape the torment of pleasure. She could only bite her lip, suppressing the impending climax.

Qin Tian, ​​however, paid no heed. His thrusts grew increasingly fierce, each one precisely hitting Su Xue's sensitive spots. The room echoed with the sounds of their impact and the woman's suppressed moans...

Chu Qingzhu turned her head away, unable to bear the sight. She recalled the past. Once upon a time, Lin Jing was a spirited young man, gentle and considerate towards her. They both believed they would be together forever. Who knew fate would play such a cruel trick?

Lin Jing's body lay not far away, while Chu Qingzhu lay naked, her body still stained with the marks of their recent lovemaking. She couldn't help but smile bitterly; who could have imagined things would turn out this way?

Jing Chen, however, appeared unusually calm. She knelt to the side, softly chanting scriptures, her full breasts rising and falling gently with her breath, milky white fluid occasionally overflowing from her nipples. A compassionate smile graced her pure face, as if offering a final blessing to the departed soul.

After being set down by Qin Tian, ​​Su Xue's legs went weak, and she knelt on the ground. Looking at her son's body, her eyes welled with tears. Lin Jing's actions during this time had chilled her heart, but after all, he was the child she had carried for ten months; it was impossible to say she felt no affection whatsoever.

She had originally intended to beg Qin Tian to spare Lin Jing's life, but who knew this child would make such a choice, willing to risk his life just to witness his mother being violated...

Su Xue gazed deeply at her son's lifeless face, then slowly lowered her head, crawling between Qin Tian's legs. She extended her tongue and began meticulously cleaning the penis that had just brought her to the brink of ecstasy.

"Mmm...Master...please allow Xuenu to serve you..." Su Xue whispered, her voice filled with undisguised sorrow. Her red lips enveloped the glans, her nimble tongue licking incessantly, trying to soothe her master's desire.

Qin Tian looked down at this once high and mighty sword immortal, now reduced to performing oral sex on him like the lowest prostitute. Her silver hair fell to the ground, her shoulders trembling slightly, clearly still grieving for her son's departure.

But her movements were unaffected; instead, she became even more vigorous, her fragrant tongue teasing the glans, her slender hands gently kneading the scrotum, doing everything in her power to please her master. She knew this was her only remaining value.

The room echoed with the sound of splashing water, mingling with the low chanting of Jingchen, creating a bizarre and absurd scene. Not far away, Lin Jing lay quietly, a strange smile still on her face, as if satisfied with everything before her...

Looking at Lin Jing's corpse, Qin Tian pulled his penis from Su Xue's mouth and said, "Having something like this lying here diminishes my interest. I'll go take care of it. Don't worry, I'll bury him."

Qin Tian carried Lin Jing's body out of the room. Su Xue's eyes followed him to the doorway. A glistening liquid still clung to the corner of her mouth, her snow-white body curled up on the floor, looking utterly helpless.

Crossing the courtyard, Qin Tian pushed open the door to a secret chamber. The room was dark and damp, with only a faint candlelight flickering. He casually tossed Lin Jing's body on the ground, as if discarding a useless object.

Qin Tian formed his fingers into a claw and sucked at Lin Jing's corpse. As the jet-black short sword burst forth from Lin Jing's body, her corpse began to convulse violently. A strange, chaotic aura swirled around the sword, emitting an eerie glow in the dimly lit chamber. This was the legendary heirloom of the Sword Demon God, containing boundless power.

Qin Tian gripped the short sword, examining it. Its blade was icy cold, radiating a chilling killing intent. "A good item indeed."

"Don't worry, your mother and senior sister are both top-tier beauty hunters. I'll take good care of them. Consider this my reward for looking after your mother and senior sister."

With that, he cast a spell, and chaotic energy surged into the short sword. The blade hummed, as if responding to its new master's approval. Qin Tian nodded in satisfaction. This divine weapon, now in his hands, was truly a fitting endowment.

Lin Jing had lost all value. Qin Tian casually waved his hand, a surge of energy swept past, and the corpse instantly turned to ashes, dissipating in the wind. The entire process was fluid and effortless, as easy as crushing an ant.

He turned and walked out of the secret chamber, a playful smile returning to his face.

The secret chamber plunged into darkness again. Only the dust on the ground proved that a corpse had once lain there, but even that trace was quickly blown away by the breeze, as if nothing had ever happened.

…

As the sun rose, Qin Tian stood atop the mountain peak, three stunningly beautiful women standing behind him.

Chu Qingzhu wore a light, sheer, emerald-green dress with a low neckline, revealing a large expanse of fair skin and a deep cleavage. Her long hair was loosely tied up with a jade hairpin, a few strands falling over her shoulders, swaying gently in the morning breeze. Her slender waist seemed almost too delicate to be grasped, and her long dress clung to her body, outlining her alluring curves. A slit in the hem revealed glimpses of her skin as she walked.

Su Xue wore a pure white silk dress, the fabric so thin it was almost transparent, perfectly outlining her voluptuous figure. The deep V-neckline exposed almost all of her white breasts, held together only by thin straps at the back. Her waist-length hair, dyed silver-white, complemented her delicately made-up face. The design of her skirt was even more daring, with thin straps at the front and back, swaying gracefully with her steps.

Jing Chen's attire was the most unique. Her white monk's robe was irregularly cut at the hem, revealing her long, slender legs. The neckline was also extremely seductive, the semi-transparent fabric subtly displaying her cleavage. The monk's hat, which should have been dignified, was worn askew, giving her an air of both holiness and wantonness.

The flush on their faces hadn't faded, and their eyes and brows still held a languid allure, as if after a passionate encounter.

Suddenly, the sky darkened.

A colossal vessel slowly descended above the mountaintop, blotting out the sun. It was Qin Tian's personal magical treasure, the Ten Directions World Ancient Ship, entirely black, its hull engraved with mysterious runes, radiating a suffocating pressure.

"Let's go," Qin Tian said softly.

As the four stepped onto the deck, a red figure gracefully emerged from the cabin.

Wu Hongdie was wearing a tight-fitting red dress today, revealing her exquisite figure. The skirt was shockingly short, barely covering her upper thighs. Her long hair was styled in an elegant updo, adorned with shimmering pearl hairpins. With each step, her long, slender legs were glimpsed, exuding a deadly allure with every movement.

"Master, you've finally arrived! We've been waiting for so long!" Wu Hongdie greeted him with a coquettish laugh, practically clinging to Qin Tian.

The other three women watched this scene, a hint of jealousy flashing in their eyes, but they dared not say anything. They all knew that on this ship, the master's will was everything.

Qin Tian sat down in the main seat with an air of authority, the four beauties surrounding him in turn. The ancient ship of the Ten Directions World began to ascend, heading towards the Qin Clan.

Sunlight streamed through the cabin windows, illuminating the five people and creating an ambiguous and alluring scene.

Meanwhile, in the sacred Buddhist land, Holy Western Heaven.

This was the holy site where all Buddhas paid homage, the foundation of Buddhism. The tranquil tolling of bells resonated, and the radiant Buddhist light shone brightly; tens of thousands of years of weathering could not diminish its majesty.

However, today, the atmosphere within the entire temple was unusually heavy.

Several Buddhist elders sat around the large round table in the main hall, their brows furrowed, their expressions solemn. Their eyes were filled with anger and incomprehension; almost no one could remain calm in the face of Jingchen's ascension to Buddhahood and submission to Qin Tian.

"Jingchen has become a Buddha, yet she has submitted to Qin Tian. How can Buddhist doctrine tolerate such behavior?" An elderly monk, his fingers twirling his prayer beads, spoke in a low, angry voice. "She didn't hesitate to betray the Buddha's teachings and turn to heresy. Now, she's actually colluding with Qin Tian! And she's even the extremely blasphemous 'Joyful Buddha'! Can our Buddhist sect tolerate this?"

A seemingly composed middle-aged monk sighed softly: "How could Jingchen have fallen so low? She had a bright future, exceptional Buddhist skills, and was a rare genius in Buddhism. If she had attained Buddhahood through the righteous path, it would have been a blessing for our sect. What a pity, what a tragedy, what a lament!"

"We cannot let her continue to roam free!" A seemingly younger high-ranking monk glared angrily. "If we don't bring Jingchen back to the Buddhist sect to be punished, what will become of the sect's prestige?"

"Moreover!" the young monk continued through gritted teeth, "We absolutely cannot allow such a wicked and heretical person to become a Buddha!"

The older high-ranking monk frowned. "Things have come to this. Jingchen has already become a Buddha. Her identity is no longer something we can easily control. If we act rashly, it might cause even greater turmoil."

Just then, a chanting arose, and Buddhist light spread throughout the main hall. Golden lotuses bloomed, the Great Dao manifested, and the sound of great compassion echoed in the ears of every believer in the Holy Western Heaven.

Everyone, including all the Buddhist elders, clasped their hands together in worship of the compassionate light.

Upon the golden lotus, a golden figure slowly appeared.

"Jingchen is a member of the Buddhist sect, and her affiliation must also be with Buddhism. Go and bring her back; I have a great use for her."

"Our Buddha kindly led her into the demonic sect, helping her suppress her lustful nature and prevent her from falling into the abyss of debauchery. But she doesn't chant scriptures or recite Buddha's name, shows no gratitude, yet willingly degenerates, cultivating the Path of Pleasure and even joining the Qin clan's ranks."

"But...Jingchen is, after all, a Buddha..." an elderly monk asked, frowning.

The imposing figure spoke: "It's alright. The Path of Pleasure is a wicked and heretical path. Even if she becomes a Buddha, it's still a crooked path. If she wants to cultivate the Path of Pleasure again, she will inevitably lose her Buddha-nature; her current strength is only a fraction of what it used to be."

The figure slowly opened his eyes, which were golden lotuses engraved with Buddhist symbols. His gaze was full of compassion, but at this moment, it was somewhat cold.

"Find Jingchen, and bring her back unharmed, understand?"

The oldest elder present trembled upon hearing this. He dared not look up, but only he understood the Buddha's meaning.

The path of joy is the ultimate vessel for dual cultivation, especially for attaining Buddhahood.

Buddhahood is a very unique state in Buddhism, not simply achieved through cultivation and strength, but through profound understanding of the Dharma. This understanding has no standard, and throughout history, very few have attained Buddhahood.

Therefore, Buddhahood is the most precious treasure of Buddhism. It is because of Buddha's existence that Buddhism has so many followers and is the foundation of Buddhism.

But Jingchen's situation—attaining Buddhahood through joy—means, without exaggeration, that by cultivating with Jingchen, one might be able to artificially create a Buddha…

Everyone else thought Jingchen had defiled Buddhahood, but only a few elderly elders knew Jingchen's true value.

The Buddha's light dissipated, and the main hall returned to its original state. The imposing figure from before was the Buddha of Holy Western Heaven, the very foundation of Buddhism.

"Jingchen has submitted to Qin Wudao, and Qin Tian is a member of the Qin clan. This will be difficult to handle," a white-browed monk said with some worry.

"In that case, why don't we unite the various forces within Buddhism and go together to demand an explanation?" another elder, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke. "Although the Qin clan is strong, our Buddhist sect is united. If we unite the major forces, we might be able to force him to hand over Jingchen!"

"Alas..." The oldest elder sighed. The current Buddha of Holy Western Heaven attained Buddhahood later, and his seniority far surpasses his own. He was also a survivor of the war against the Heavenly Demons, and he knew the terror of the Qin clan. But this matter had now put Buddhism in a difficult position.

"I only hope the Qin clan doesn't care about Jingchen; perhaps they'll give Buddhism some face..."

However, seeing the impassioned expressions of the many high-ranking members of the Holy Western Heaven, he could only keep these words to himself.

In an instant, the other elders nodded, their expressions resolute. For the dignity of Buddhism, for their supreme faith, they had to act; they could no longer stand idly by.

"Let's set off together, seek justice, and reclaim Jingchen!" The elderly monk finally made his decision, waving his hand to give the order.

Then, the united Buddhist force began to assemble. Buddhist forces from all directions converged, a vast and imposing army.

The Buddhist monks and disciples, adorned in gold and silver, shimmered with powerful magical energy. Each flying boat was like a colossal aerial beast, carrying a deafening pressure, speeding towards Qin Tian's direction.

The combined Buddhist force was immense in size. From afar, the sky shimmered with golden light, the sheer number of flying ships almost obscuring the entire heavens. Layers upon layers of Buddhist light and magical energy surged forth like a colossal torrent, rushing towards Qin Tian.

The ancient ship drifted through the void, traversing countless spatial rifts. This colossal ship, named Shifang, had long transcended the comprehension of the mortal world, becoming a bridge connecting all realms.

In this secluded space, Qin Tian sat high on his throne. His slender frame leaned against the gilded back of the chair, his eyes half-closed, savoring the intense pleasure emanating from below. Kneeling between his legs was a white-robed Guanyin, none other than Jingchen.

This being, who should have been dignified and holy, now displayed a completely different demeanor. Her long hair cascaded down like a waterfall, her face flushed, and her eyes held a spring-like allure.

As her head rose and fell, her full breasts swayed, glistening liquid sliding down their curves. Each swallow and exhale brought a soft moan from Jingchen, suppressed deep in her throat. Her usually compassionate eyes were now watery, gazing longingly at the man before her.

The beauties standing on either side were even more captivating.

On the left was Chu Qingzhu, dressed in a thin red gauze dress; on the right was Su Xue, in a light purple gown. Both women exuded an alluring charm. They exchanged glances, stealing glimpses of the scene before them, their breathing becoming rapid. Their beautiful eyes held not only envy but also a deeper longing.

Feeling the heat from the object in her mouth, Jingchen's movements became more vigorous. Her lips enveloped the thick shaft, making wet, gurgling sounds. Milky white liquid dripped continuously from her full breasts, pooling on the ground.

The temperature within the entire hall seemed to rise subtly, even the air itself began to distort.

The Ten Directions Ancient Ship continued its journey through the void, but this world had transformed into a paradise of desire.

However, an unexpected event occurred.

The sound of space shattering was like breaking glass. The Ten Directions Ancient Ship was forced to fall from the void, and the vast universe abruptly contracted, transforming into a tangible world. Brilliant stars twinkled in the distance, and the ancient ship stood steadily above the clouds.

Outside the ancient ship, waves of chanting surged forth, shaking the void. Qin Tian frowned in displeasure, his fingers lightly tapping the armrest of his chair.

Jing Chen spat out the penis from her mouth, raising her eyes to look at Qin Tian. Her expression still held a hint of allure, but her eyes had sharpened.

"Master, it's the Buddhist sect. They discovered I've become a Buddha and want to take me back."

Qin Tian snorted coldly, "You're mine now. These ignorant bald monks dare to covet what's mine."

Jing Chen smiled gently and kissed Qin Tian's burning member. "Master, don't be impatient. Leave it to me. You can enjoy the service of these two beauties here."

With that, she gracefully stood up, her monk's robes fluttering in the wind, outlining her perfect figure. Her full breasts swayed gently with her movements, exuding an alluring aura.

The two beauties immediately understood, wrapping themselves around Qin Tian's body, one on each side.

Jing Chen straightened her slightly disheveled monk's robes, her lotus-like steps light and graceful, each step causing her shapely hips to sway slightly, her breasts rising and falling with them. Her figure gradually disappeared at the far end of the hall, leaving only a faint scent of sandalwood.

"Amitabha." A solemn voice resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

Jingchen stepped out of the hall, facing the golden Buddha statues dancing in the sky. She clasped her hands together, her cool gaze sweeping across the clouds.

"Jingchen, you have broken the precepts. Quickly return to Buddhism, and you may be forgiven," said the leading monk.

Just as the combined forces of Buddhism were about to approach, suddenly, a cool voice came from above the flying boat: "Esteemed monks of Buddhism, from the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Buddhas, the Samsara Buddhist Temple, and the Holy Western Heaven, for the sake of Jingchen, I have troubled you all."

The Buddhist elders were slightly taken aback, their gazes immediately turning to the source of the voice. It was Jingchen. She slowly stepped out of the flying boat, her face still cool and serene, but the compassion and holiness in her eyes were gone, replaced by an unfathomable composure.

Jingchen stood before the high-ranking Buddhist monk. She had changed into proper monastic robes before emerging, concealing her voluptuous figure. Now, Jingchen resembled a frozen painting, serene and solemn. Her face was exceptionally beautiful, possessing a transcendent air of detachment from worldly affairs. Her features were like finely sculpted jade, perfectly proportioned and well-defined. Her eyebrows were long and arched, slightly raised at the ends, seemingly carrying a profound wisdom and gentleness. Her eyes were clear as a lake, their deep depths shimmering with an indescribable, restrained brilliance, as if holding secrets unsolved for millennia, both captivating and awe-inspiringly distant.

Her nose was high and straight, with beautiful lines, like a perfect crescent moon, adding a touch of dignity and elegance to her face. Her thin lips were slightly parted, rosy like peaches, seemingly revealing a hint of tenderness without losing their noble aloofness. Her skin was as white as snow, so delicate as if untouched by dust, giving an impression of unparalleled purity, as if she were the most sacred being in the world.

Her long, flowing hair was as black as ink, each strand falling smoothly, occasionally fluttering gently in the breeze, as if each strand exuded a faint fragrance. Her figure was slender, petite and exquisite, yet possessing an air of uprightness and nobility. Standing there, she seemed not to belong to this mortal world, like a holy goddess descended from heaven.

She wore a pure white monk's robe, the fabric light and soft, enveloping her body like delicate clouds. The robe was devoid of any superfluous embellishment, simple yet utterly solemn. The hem of the robe subtly outlined her slender waist, while the long sleeves hung down, swaying with her every movement like a celestial maiden scattering petals, carrying an indescribable grace and elegance. The white of the robe contrasted beautifully with her flawless skin, further emphasizing her holiness and nobility.

Jingchen possessed an extraordinary aura. Every movement, every glance, revealed an innate nobility and purity. She seemed detached from the world, yet even amidst a crowd, she exuded a powerful sense of aloofness and unapproachable majesty. Her presence was like a lotus flower emerging from the water, pure and ethereal, transcending worldly concerns. Even in this setting, she maintained a serene and solemn demeanor that commanded respect.

That composed and serene demeanor made her the center of attention in any setting. Her silence spoke volumes; her beauty wasn't merely physical, but a cultivated inner and outer grace. Every detail of her seemed to proclaim to the world that she was one with heaven and earth, one with the Dharma.

The elderly monk's pupils contracted slightly. This aura was indeed Buddhist.

Jingchen had truly become a Buddha, but wasn't she a practitioner of the evil path of joy? Why was her aura so sacred?

Jingchen seemed to see the question in his eyes. A faint smile played on her lips. With a flick of her wrist, her robe slipped down her shoulder, revealing her snow-white shoulder, delicate collarbone, and a breathtakingly large breast.

"Is this how you all perceive me?"

Jingchen stood in the void, exuding a rich, sweet fragrance. Her aura transformed almost instantly; her voluptuous body shimmered in the sunlight, every pore emanating an alluring scent. White robes clung to her flawless figure, each curve perfectly accentuated.

The power of the Great Dao of Joy flowed within her, making her radiate a fatal allure. The distant clouds, unable to withstand this power, continuously dissipated and reformed, even the spiritual energy of heaven and earth began to stir, forming strange vortexes.

The monks, witnessing this, were momentarily dazed. The younger monks were captivated, their gazes fixed on that alluring body. Some wore expressions of infatuation, while others even experienced arousal, their robes bulging with erections.

"Namo Amitabha..." The elderly monk finally noticed the strangeness and hurriedly chanted the mantra, his deep, powerful voice echoing across the sky.

"Om Mani Padme Hum!" The six-syllable mantra, like a golden barrier, enveloped all the monks. The lost souls instantly awakened, bowing their heads.

Jingchen looked at these sanctimonious monks and couldn't help but chuckle, covering her mouth.

The high monks, their faces solemn, formed hand seals and said, "Jingchen, you have disregarded the Buddha's teachings and fallen into demonic possession. Why not return with us to the Holy Western Heaven to cultivate and purify your karmic fire?"

"Go back with you? I just want to ask, are you truly trying to save me, to help me turn back to the right path, or are you taking me back to your Holy Western Heaven to be your furnace?" she said, lightly licking her lips, her eyes filled with provocation.

That alluring gaze made the monks tremble involuntarily. The leading old monk quickly chanted a mantra to keep the others composed.

"Jingchen, you dare slander our Buddha!" ​​The elders' faces instantly darkened. "Since you have become a Buddha, why have you betrayed the Buddha and joined the heretical Qin Tian, ​​abandoning Buddhism for the demonic path? Isn't this a betrayal of the thousand-year-old teachings of Buddhism?"

Jingchen chuckled, a hint of coldness in her eyes: "Buddhism emphasizes selflessness, desirelessness, and detachment, and one should transcend worldly concerns. Yet why are you so angry about my choice? I became a Buddha to escape the shackles of the mortal world and attain a higher realm. I have never felt I have betrayed the Buddha; I have simply chosen my own path."

"If I have betrayed the Buddha, how did I become a Buddha! Is it only by reciting your Holy Western Heaven's scriptures that one can become a Buddha? The Buddha has no fixed form; all things can be Buddhas. I am the best proof. I walked the path of joy and achieved Buddhahood, while you have recited scriptures your whole lives—have you become Buddhas?!"

Before she finished speaking, the high monks of Buddhism could no longer contain themselves, their faces turning ashen, almost ready to attack immediately.

"Jingchen, what utterly twisted logic is this! The Buddha's teachings are crystal clear: those who cultivate must uphold purity, not allow themselves to be swayed by desires! Your actions are not only a desecration of the Dharma, but also a disgrace to Buddhism! We have decided to take you back to the Buddhist order to be punished!" an elderly monk roared, no longer allowing Jingchen to continue. The surrounding disciples also rose to their feet, their expressions menacing.

The high-ranking monks of Buddhism stood in the air, their imposing presence and unyielding authority evident in their eyes. Their gazes swept over Jingchen like knives, each glance filled with disappointment, anger, and deep resentment.

"Jingchen!" the elderly monk spoke in a deep voice, a hint of apprehension in his tone. His gaze occasionally swept towards the interior of the ancient ship. "Your Buddhist teachings were once profound, a source of pride for Buddhism. I held high hopes for you. But why would you abandon your arduous Buddhist practice for a man, willingly becoming a slave? Otherwise, you might very well have become the second Buddha of our sect!"

"Don't argue with her," another young monk retorted, his voice trembling as if he were about to unleash his fury. "Jingchen has violated the Dharma, betrayed the Buddha, and so degraded her own body. We cannot allow her, with the body of a Buddha, to commit such lewd acts." "The dignity of Buddhism cannot be trampled upon by you! If you are not brought back to Buddhism today to be punished, the world will laugh at you!"

Jingchen stood in the air, her gaze still cold and detached, seemingly unaffected by these words. Her face remained as white as snow, unwavering.

"I have not betrayed Buddha," Jingchen said calmly, her voice still clear and firm. "The path I walk is not one you can understand. I have never strayed from the Dharma; I am merely pursuing my own truth."

Her tone was gentle, yet the determination within was unwavering. Looking at the eminent Buddhist monks before her, she seemed to see her former self reflected in them—the self that had bound herself in the pursuit of so-called "purity" and "transcendence."

Now, she had chosen to walk this path with that man, forging a path of her own.

However, the eminent monks clearly could not accept her words, especially the composure and disdain in them. Those former teachers and comrades—now, their anger had reached its peak.

The elderly monk sighed inwardly. However, the young tyrant hadn't emerged yet, and probably didn't care much about Jingchen. They would take Jingchen away first, and then he would personally go to the Qin clan to explain; everything should be fine. Thinking this, his voice boomed like thunder, "Jingchen, everything will be decided when we return to the Holy Western Heaven. Buddha will judge your crime of treason!"

Their tone was resolute, brooking almost no argument. As soon as they finished speaking, a powerful aura surged from the Buddhist gate, the air currents surging, seemingly about to crush Jingchen instantly.

However, at that very moment, a soft, languid laugh came from afar, breaking the atmosphere of anger.

"You little bald monks, big bald monks, old bald monks, you're all so petty."

The laughter, though soft, carried an undeniable air of authority and contempt. Immediately following, a profound figure emerged from the flying boat. Tall and slender, with an extraordinary bearing, he exuded an indescribable air of nobility and disdain.

It was Qin Tian.

He slowly stepped out of the flying boat, his steps steady, his eyes cold and deep, as if he had become the master of this world. The space around the flying boat seemed to freeze the moment he appeared, the oppressive feeling in the air intensifying.

The high-ranking monks of the Buddhist sect, upon seeing Qin Tian, ​​instantly developed complex emotions. More than Qin Tian himself, they were wary of the Qin Clan behind him.

"Qin Wudao, this is an internal matter of our Buddhist sect, none of your business," a young high monk said coldly, suppressing his anger. "Jingchen has betrayed Buddhism, using her licentious body to cultivate the path of pleasure and attain Buddhahood, and has even broken with Buddhism. How dare you tolerate her doing as she pleases? Wouldn't that jeopardize the thousand-year foundation of Buddhism?"

Qin Tian smiled faintly, his eyes full of contempt. He looked up at the high monks, his tone cold and lazy: "Ridiculous. I remember Buddha is the supreme being in your sect, isn't he? Shouldn't you kneel down and kowtow before Buddha?"

His words lacked any tension, instead carrying an almost cynical attitude, leaving the high monks helpless.

Just then, Qin Tian slowly walked to Jingchen's side, his gaze gentle yet filled with possessiveness. His hands gently encircled Jingchen's waist, the movements tender and natural. Jingchen slightly turned her head, lowering her eyes, as if she had already grown accustomed to this dependence and tranquility. A rare, slight blush appeared on her usually dignified face, as if she were completely enveloped in Qin Tian's embrace.

Qin Tian continued his mockery: "My sex slaves are lewd, wanton, and seductive. Their large breasts squirt milk at the slightest touch, and they serve me perfectly in bed. You claim to be noble, but have you attained Buddhahood? You claim to be devout, but have you attained Buddhahood? You claim to abide by the precepts, but have you attained Buddhahood?"

Qin Tian's three consecutive questions left the Buddhist monks feeling a heavy weight in their chests, almost unable to breathe. Their pronouncements of "the supreme Dharma" seemed to become empty words in that instant.

Jingchen's attainment of Buddhahood was a utter and merciless trampling of Buddhist dignity, a severe slap in the face to these high monks.

"This..." The elderly monk's voice trembled, "This is a disgrace to Buddhism! Jingchen, the Dharma is supreme, yet you have fallen to the level of a heretic for your own selfish desires! This is truly intolerable!"

"No need for further words, arrest Jingchen!" The elderly monk had no choice but to act now. If this continued, the collapse of Buddhist faith would be a blow their sect could not bear.

But at that moment, the air currents suddenly shifted, and a suffocating pressure descended, causing all the Buddhist monks to freeze in shock.

Buzz!

The Great Dao A melodious sound filled the air, and a vast, surging aura swept in like a raging torrent. A magnificent, golden sun tore through the sky, like a god descending to judge the world, dazzling and captivating, drawing the attention of all!

The golden sun in the sky radiated countless divine rays.

The surging, powerful energy and golden light made it impossible to look directly at the towering figure. From within, Qin Yuanshou's indifferent voice rang out, like the tolling of an ancient bell, shaking the very souls of everyone present.

"What were you just saying... a bunch of old, bald monks, stealing from a child? Have you no shame?" "

The countless beings in the entire Western Region of the Immortal Realm struggled to breathe under this overwhelming pressure.

Even the ancient immortals from other distant regions watched this scene unfold.

The blazing sun crashed down from the heavens.

Qin Yuanshou, his golden immortal eyes captivating, appeared beside Qin Tian.

He swept his gaze across the countless monks and Buddhas, his eyes seemingly piercing their souls, seeing through everything about them.

The gaze of this ancient immortal venerable weighed heavily on the assembled Buddhist monks.

The elderly monk looked at this familiar figure, his eyes filled with shock and a hint of memory.

He hadn't changed; his golden eyes remained unchanged." The sun shone brightly, majestic and awe-inspiring. He seemed to see the figure who had fought the Heavenly Demon to the death, the invincible Immortal Venerable who, amidst the army's defeat, single-handedly battled the Heavenly Demon and held out until the allied forces arrived to reinforce him!

Qin Yuanshou didn't speak, but instead grabbed with his large hand.

He directly and forcefully extracted the memories of one person!

Soul-stripping technique!

"So that's how it is..." Qin Yuanshou murmured, a hint of disgust flashing in his eyes.

Qin Yuanshou tossed the agonizingly twisted monk in his hand away like trash, raised his eyes to look at the elderly monk, and said, "I remember you, Tianjue Arhat, one of the Eighty-Six Arhats of the Holy Western Heaven. You participated in that battle as well."

Tianjue Arhat gave a bitter smile and said, "Of the eighty-six Arhats of yesteryear, only I remain. You are still the same as before, unchanged."

Qin Yuanshou: "I have changed, I've grown old. You know, the older people value their descendants. This old man only has this one son left in his family. If anyone tries to bully the only son of my lineage, I, as an elder, will naturally have to do something."

Tianjue Arhat trembled, his tone pleading: "Could you spare the Buddhist sect this time, for the sake of that battle back then?"

"I ask you, do you know he is a member of my Qin clan? Do you know he is my grandson, Qin Yuanshou's grandson?" Qin Yuanshou's voice was icy cold, sending chills down one's spine—an aura forged in mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Tianjue Arhat's words caught in his throat; he couldn't utter a single word.

"So you do know. Since you know, you still dare to bully the weak. Do you think I'm dead?!"

Upon hearing this... The very heavens of this world seemed to collapse and press down!

A fierce wind howled, and the clear sky shattered like a broken mirror in an instant. Chaotic, turbulent void currents emerged from within, turning the entire world blood-red. Within the majestic, vast imperial shadow, one could almost see mountains of corpses and seas of carnage!

"Rumble!" The soil beneath their feet trembled violently and split apart, revealing terrifyingly large cracks.

Even a mere wisp of power leaked out, and the surrounding void couldn't withstand it, shattering into a desolate wasteland.

The entire Western Immortal Realm resembled the end of the world.

This terrifying pressure made it impossible for anyone to breathe; their minds trembled, and blood flowed from their mouths!

And the Heavenly Awakening Arhat within the Buddhist forces wore an expression of utter despair.

Qin Yuanshou looked at Qin Tian and asked, "Wudao, what do you intend to do with these people?"

Qin Tian's eyes were filled with cold indifference and ruthlessness. Without hesitation, he replied, "Erase them completely."

"And that so-called Buddha, who coveted my things but hid and didn't dare to come and take them personally, let's give him a warning too."

Qin Tian had no intention of showing mercy. If he let these people go today, it would only embolden outsiders, making them think he was easy to bully.

Furthermore, he believed that even if you were a member of the Qin clan, and your grandfather was Qin Yuanshou, an ancient immortal, you were nothing more than this.

An eye for an eye, blood for blood. Having a powerful background meant you didn't need to be a complete idiot—that was Qin Tian's attitude.

"Good!" Qin Yuanshou shouted.

Qin Tian's thoughts coincided with his own!

A piercing light flashed in Qin Yuanshou's eyes as he slowly spoke.

"Wu Dao, remember this."

"Grandpa can't always be by your side."

"Only bloodshed can teach those old bastards a lesson!"

"Once they're afraid, they won't do it again!"

His time was running out. He needed to pave the way for Wu Dao, so that even after his own death, Wu Dao could live out his remaining years in peace.

Qin Yuanshou's gaze pierced through the vast sky, locking onto the entire Holy Western Heaven.

The entire Holy Western Heaven was shrouded in immense terror.

Rumble!

Suddenly, a colossal, golden hand appeared in the sky, slowly descending with unparalleled power capable of destroying everything!

The force was overwhelming, like the end of the world.

Within the Holy Western Heaven, chanting arose. The Buddha of the Holy Western Heaven stood on a golden lotus, his lotus-shaped golden eyes revealing solemnity.

"Qin Clan, haven't you gone too far?!"

But the vast, powerful golden hand showed no sign of stopping.

Rumble!!

"This is outrageous!"

Boundless Buddhist light erupted from the Buddha's body!

A golden light, vast and boundless, that shook the ages, illuminated the entire universe!

He directly met the descending giant hand.

"Boom!!!"

The Buddha of the Holy Western Heaven was instantly engulfed by this overwhelming power, turning into dust in an instant!

The heavens trembled!

Billions of beings within the entire Dao Domain of the Holy Western Heaven didn't even have time to react.

They were all annihilated under this terrifying palm!

From that moment on, the Holy Western Heaven ceased to exist in the Immortal Realm!

Countless super powers—the Forbidden God Clan, the Immortal Dao Lineage, the Hidden Saint Clan, and the lurking villains hiding in the shadows—were all shaken by this scene.

One palm strike! Just that one palm strike!

They thought Qin Yuanshou was old and frail, nearing the end of his life.

But unexpectedly, he could still unleash such a terrifying divine power!

Annihilating an entire Dao Domain!

As for Tianjue Luohan and the others, they couldn't escape annihilation either. If Qin Yuanshou still had time, he might have shown mercy, but now he needed to pave the way for Qin Wudao, ensuring that those villains would be wary even after his departure.

While countless powerful figures trembled with fear, Qin Yuanshou's extremely authoritative voice rang out once more.

"Today, I, Qin Yuanshou, will tell you all that if Qin Wudao ever encounters such injustice again!"

"The one who acts will suffer the same fate as this Holy Western Heaven!"

"Extermination of the entire clan!"

Qin Yuanshou looked at Qin Tian and said, "You've had enough fun outside. Let's go home."

With a wave of his hand, he directly swept up the ancient ship of the Ten Directions World and disappeared from the spot.

Leaving behind the terrified people of the Immortal Realm, still kneeling on the ground, trembling, unable to rise for a long time.

After that battle with the Qin Clan, too much time had passed, and many had forgotten the terror of the Qin Clan.

But at this moment, they remembered.