My Seven Wives Are Beautiful Saintesses

Two days passed in a blur of strategic planning, recovery, and Vaylin's surprisingly domesticated presence. Vahn, though still wary, had recovered significantly from the Tribulation, now stabilized in the Soul Transformation Realm. Lilith and Seraphina had finalized defense protocols with Ezekiel, preparing the Dynasty for reinforced seclusion.

On the morning of the third day, the sky above the Necrotic Dynasty darkened.

A colossal shadow fell over the Royal Palace, eclipsing the sunlight completely.

RUMBLE!

A piercing, ancient roar shook the palace walls, but it was a greeting, not a threat. A massive Black Dragon descended, its scales shining like polished nightstone, its size easily dwarfing the largest mountain on the Southern Continent. This was the guardian Vaylin had summoned.

The Black Dragon landed just outside the palace walls, its powerful spiritual aura pressuring the air.

Vaylin turned to Vahn, a look of finality in her eyes. "There he is. Meet Balakor. He's an old friend and far stronger than anything this world can throw at your wives. Now, we depart."

Assured of his family's safety by the sheer, undeniable power of the ancient dragon guardian, Vahn knew he could delay no longer. The Void Dragon Seed within him pulsed, demanding the cure.

Vahn turned to his family. The emotional farewells were agonizing, yet swift.

He embraced Lilith and Seraphina tightly, sharing promises of return and enduring love.

"You must hold the line, my Queens. Never doubt your strength. When I return, this entire continent will be ours," Vahn murmured, placing a kiss on Eterna's head.

Eterna, tearful but brave, stepped forward to Vaylin. She reached up and placed a wet kiss on Vaylin's cheek.

"Aunt Vaylin, promise me you'll keep Papa safe," the little girl pleaded. "If he gets hurt, I'm not going to talk to you anymore!"

Vaylin's eyes crinkled with genuine warmth. She knelt down, touching Eterna's nose gently.

"I promise, sweety. Your Papa is going to be the most protected little brother in the cosmos."

With that, Vaylin stood. Her casual black leather outfit shimmered, and her human form stretched and tore, not in agony, but in a display of primal, liberated power.

She transformed, revealing her true form: a magnificent, sleek Darkness Dragon far larger and radiating a deeper, more profound darkness than the guardian Balakor.

The entire Dynasty watched in stunned, stupefied silence as the woman who had bought candy with a Divine Artifact became an ancient cosmic entity.

"Let's go, little brother," Vaylin commanded, her voice now a resonant, echoing purr. "Get on my back."

Vahn's own breakthrough transformation was unstable and energy-intensive. He recognized that this was the fastest and safest way to travel. He gave his wives one last nod and leaped onto Vaylin's massive, scaled back.

With a wild laughter, Vaylin launched herself skyward, leaving Balakor to stand silent guard over the Necrotic Dynasty. The journey began with astonishing speed, pushing past the planet's atmosphere and accelerating rapidly toward the edge of the solar system, traveling at near light speed.

The chaos of the open cosmos was instant. Meteors, asteroids, and other celestial objects turned into stardust as soon as they clashed against Vaylin's powerful Darkness Dragon shielding.

Vahn, clinging to his sister, felt the intense strain of cosmic traversal. He suggested a vital improvement.

"Vaylin! I can make this faster!" Vahn yelled over the rushing cosmic wind. "I have the Temporal Void Gate! If you provide the general direction, I can use it to leap across space instantaneously. Directing that art in empty space is not easy at all without knowing the destination coordinates."

Vaylin agreed instantly, her cosmic experience recognizing the efficiency. "Do it, little brother. I will guide you with my internal map. Target the Sundromeda Rift. We need to jump across several dimensions!"

Vahn focused his Eye of Heavenly Dao on Vaylin's projected celestial map, used the terrifying energy of his Soul Transformation realm, and initiated the jumps.

Like this, fueled by Vahn's dimensional expertise and Vaylin's raw power and knowledge, they traveled far, far faster than any conventional starship.

Still, even with their combined abilities. leaping across spatial rifts and accelerating near the speed of light, the sheer distance to the Nether Realm was astronomical.

It took one month of biological clock time for Vahn to feel the shift in the spiritual energy, signaling they were approaching their destination.

After a grueling month of near-light-speed jumps, Vahn finally felt the external spiritual environment undergo a radical transformation. The raw, scattered energies of the cosmic void gave way to an atmosphere thick with dense, oppressive, yet powerful Demonic and Void Essence.

​The Nether Realm was not the desolate hellscape Vahn might have imagined. It was a realm of perpetual, twilight gloom. Massive, gothic cities sculpted from obsidian and deep purple crystalline structures pierced the perpetual twilight sky. Chaotic energy lightning illuminated the jagged, mountainous landscape. It was a realm of terrifying beauty, built on the raw strength of the Darkness Lords.

​Vaylin slowed her flight, landing gracefully on the outskirts of the primary capital city, a sprawling metropolis that seemed to devour light itself.

​"Welcome home, little brother," Vaylin announced, reverting to her human form. "Welcome to the Necrotis House."

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​Vaylin led Vahn, who was still adjusting to the overwhelming atmospheric pressure, toward a fortress that dwarfed even the Central Continent's White Lotus Sanctuary. The Necrotis House was less a palace and more a sentient mountain of black, scaled metal and obsidian, radiating a profound, ancient power that felt terrifyingly familiar to Vahn's own bloodline.

​As they entered the main courtyard, Vahn's Eye of Heavenly Dao registered an assembly of beings whose power far surpassed anything he had encountered before. These were the core members of the Necrotis Clan.

​His Father, Mother, Uncles, Aunts, Grandfather, and Grandmother had gathered.

​Vahn's gaze was immediately drawn to a woman standing slightly ahead of the others. She was beautiful, with an ethereal, almost celestial glow, her features mirroring the softness of Vahn's own kindest traits.

​As soon as she saw him, Vahn's mother let out a sharp cry of relief and overwhelming joy. She launched herself forward, moving with a speed that belied her gentle appearance, and wrapped Vahn in a fierce, maternal hug.

​"My son! My baby!" she sobbed, her tears staining Vahn's armor. "They told me you were lost forever! I am so sorry, my son, so sorry for what they did to you!"

​Vahn was engulfed in the purely protective, warm embrace. He had never experienced such raw, unconditional maternal warmth. The feeling was profoundly moving, melting the cold, stoic defenses he had built up over two lifetimes.

​Beside her, his Father, Velzard Necrotis, stood motionlessly. He possessed devastatingly handsome features: a sharp jawline, long and wild black hair that cascaded over regal black armor, and a profoundly domineering air that could flatten entire armies. He was the embodiment of a Devil Monarch.

​Velzard did not rush forward or speak, yet the intense, overwhelming love and relief in those dark eyes were obvious. At first glance, there was no doubt that Vahn was his son. He was just like a younger mirror of the terrifying Dragon Lord who had been estranged for many years.

​Vahn returned his mother's hug, his voice thick with emotion he hadn't known he possessed.

"Mother... I'm home."

​The reunion was witnessed in silent reverence by the entire clan, marking the return of the lost heir and the beginning of a new, complex chapter for Vahn Necrotis.