My Seven Wives Are Beautiful Saintesses

The air in the Spirit Realm was crystalline and vibrant, yet the peace was immediately shattered by intense gravitational warping.

Vahn, Velzard, and Luminaire had barely stabilized their forms when three immense spiritual signatures closed in, their arrival tearing ragged holes in the fabric of the Spirit Realm's stable dimensional shell.

These signatures were not only powerful, but specifically malicious. Vahn immediately recognized the signatures, aided by the analytical power of his Eye of Heavenly Dao.

They pulsed with the corrupted Void essence unique to the ancient cult.

"They're here, finally. And here I thought I wouldn't get to see them today," Velzard said with cold smirk.

Luminaire's brows furrowed with annoyance.

Three figures materialized before them, clad in tattered, black and purple robes etched with unsettling symbols of annihilation and destruction. These were the true leaders of the fanatic organization—the High Priests of the Void Dragon God Cult, each a Paragon-rank powerhouse, standing at the very pinnacle of dark power. Their intent was immediate and absolute: claim Vahn to resurrect their deity.

The central figure, a gaunt man whose eyes were empty, dark pools, stepped forward. He radiated a terrifying, hungry eagerness.

"Lord Velzard Necrotis," the central Priest hissed, his voice dry and scraping, like dead scales. "Your betrayal of our true ancestor will not be forgiven. You dare attempt to destroy the vessel of the Great Destroyer?"

He glared at Vahn with fanatical shine. "The boy belongs to the Void. He is the key to our Lord's return, and through him, we shall bring true destruction and ascendancy to the cosmos. Hand him over, or face annihilation."

Vahn stepped forward, planting his feet firmly in the spiritual soil of the realm. He refused to let his father face this challenge alone.

"My name is Vahn Necrotis. I am no vessel, and I will not be the source of your chaos," Vahn declared, leveling his Nuclear Dragon Sword at the cultists. "The monster you worship was a parasite who devoured his own kin. We are here to eliminate the Seed, and you will not stop us."

"HAHAHA!"

The Priest roared, a sound of frustrated mania. "Silence, wretched progeny! You challenge the source of your very bloodline!"

Before Vahn could unleash his retaliatory fury, Velzard placed a massive hand on Vahn's shoulder, holding him firmly in place. The casual dominance in the gesture was absolute.

"Step back, Vahn. These rats are not your concern. Your father will take care of them."

Velzard fixed his terrifying gaze on the three cult leaders, his demeanor shifting instantly from loving father to terrifying Dragon Monarch. His voice, usually a deep baritone, now boomed with resonant, absolute power, shaking the dimensional folds around them.

"You speak of ancestry and loyalty? I am Velzard Necrotis, Lord of the Nether Realm. My loyalty is to the future of my bloodline, not the rot of the past," Velzard growled, gesturing toward the Cultists. "You think you can challenge the Void Dragon Clan in the Spirit Realm, in my presence, and lay a hand to my son?"

He gave a sharp, contemptuous smile. "Your pathetic little cult dies here. If you want my son, you will have to dig him out of a mountain of Necrotis scales."

Luminaire stepped to his side, her Celestial Light mixing dangerously with his dark energy.

"You dare to trespass on a father's protection. Your arrogance will be your end."

The three High Priests, though fanatic, understood the gravity of Velzard's power. They immediately prepared their supreme technique—a combined Chaos Infusion Ritual designed to tear Velzard's soul from his body.

Velzard did not wait. He let loose a primal, reality-shattering roar. It was a sound that signaled the destruction of cosmic scale.

KRAAAAA-BOOM!

Velzard transformed. The change was not like Vahn's unstable, 2000-meter burst, but a deliberate, epochal event that broke Vahn's entire understanding of the limits of strength.

The dark essence of Velzard's bloodline erupted, swallowing all light and stability. His physical form expanded, tearing through the atmospheric layers of the Spirit Realm. He grew past kilometers, past tens of thousands of kilometers, until he stabilized at a terrifying, mind-bending scale.

Vahn, looking up from his position, realized he was standing on his father's back. Velzard was now a majestic, terrifying Darkness Dragon whose head alone stretched for millions of kilometers, his scaled body eclipsing the very suns and stars of the distant Spirit Realm. His power was not just Paragon; it was the power of a True Cosmic Monarch.

The sheer magnitude of the transformation rendered the Cultists' initial attack useless; they were now merely specks of dust facing a celestial mountain range.

"Watch me, Son," Velzard's voice rumbled, the sound vibrating through the very bones of Vahn's body. "You will witness the true power of the Realm Lord!"

The resulting battle was instantaneous and apocalyptic. Velzard moved with the majesty of a celestial body, his colossal claw swiping across the cosmos, immediately engaging the three High Priests in a dimension-shaking conflict of true ultimate power.

Vahn could only watch, awe-struck and humbled, as his father fought for his life and freedom.

The dimensional space around them screamed under the pressure of the warring Paragons. Velzard, in his millions-of-kilometers Darkness Dragon form, was an engine of destruction, embodying the raw, unbridled power of the Void Dragon bloodline.

Velzard focused his assault on the central High Priest. With a speed that defied his scale, the Darkness Dragon lunged, his jaws snapping shut with the force of a collapsing nebula.

Velzard's Attack: Cosmic Annihilation Breath

Instead of merely fire, Velzard unleashed a stream of pure, gravitational energy that warped the fabric of space itself. The attack struck the central High Priest, who desperately erected three layers of Void Suppression Barriers.

KRAK!

The barriers shattered like glass. The Priest was tossed across the dimensional plane, his body radiating unstable energy, barely held together by an ancient life-saving talisman.

The two flanking Priests retaliated with their synchronized, most destructive art:

Cult Attack: Chaos Infusion: Soul Devour

They simultaneously channeled the essence of pure corruption and aimed it at Velzard's massive, exposed flank. This attack was designed to inject corrosive energy directly into his soul, bypassing physical defenses.

Velzard merely shrugged the mountain range of a wing. The massive, scaled appendage was instantly shrouded in a field of absolute darkness—the primal Void Barrier. The Chaos Infusion struck the barrier and was immediately neutralized, the energy folding in on itself and collapsing into harmless motes.

"Foolish zealots!" Velzard's roar vibrated across the cosmos. "You use shadows of the Void! But I am the Dragon Lord!"

He retaliated with a sweep of his enormous tail, which acted like a Cosmic Scythe. The two Priests were sent spinning, their black robes smoking, suffering grievous wounds that required them to sacrifice years of cultivation to heal instantly.

The combat was a continuous exchange of reality-bending power, each strike capable of shattering entire stellar systems. Vahn, protected by his mother Luminaire's radiant Celestial Light shield on Velzard's back, watched with a mixture of terror and awe.

RUMBLE! RUMBLE!

As the fight intensified, and Velzard prepared to finish the three crippled fanatics, the dimensional chaos suddenly ceased. A profound, overwhelming presence descended, like a power that was not dark like Velzard's, nor chaotic like the cultists', but perfectly serene, ancient, and absolute.

A single, monumental figure materialized between the warring parties. He was clad in robes woven from starlight and eternal spring, radiating the essence of creation and life itself. His features were beautiful, ethereal, and possessed a timeless regality. This was the Spirit Monarch, the acknowledged sole ruler and guardian of the Spirit Realm.

His arrival didn't cause a physical tremor; it caused a dimensional hush.

The Spirit Monarch spoke, his voice carrying the weight of ages and the gentle authority of fundamental cosmic law.

"Enough. This is the Spirit Realm. I permit no destructive contests within my domain."

The three High Priests of the Void Dragon God Cult immediately froze, their murderous intent dissolving under the Monarch's benevolent yet terrifying gaze. They knew they could not challenge the sovereign of this realm.

The Spirit Monarch glanced at the colossal form of Velzard. "Velzard Necrotis, you are known to me. I recognize your purpose. But the disruption must end."

The Monarch then turned his attention back to the cowering Cultists.

"You trespass in my realm with intent to steal and cause chaos. Your cause is corrupt, and your presence is offensive."

With no visible effort, the Spirit Monarch simply raised a hand. A wave of pure, living Spirit Essence washed over the three Paragon-rank Priests. The essence did not attack them physically; it simply banished them.

WHOOSH!

The three High Priests vanished instantly, ripped from the Spirit Realm and cast across uncounted dimensions to a desolate corner of the cosmos. The Monarch was the sole authority here, and challenging him was impossible.

Velzard's massive Dragon form began to retract, the millions-of-kilometers figure shrinking rapidly, folding back into the imposing figure of the Dragon Lord.

Vahn, Luminaire, and Velzard stood before the Monarch, their fight momentarily forgotten, ready for the true purpose of their perilous journey.

"Welcome, Dragon Lord," the Spirit Monarch said, his gaze settling kindly on Vahn. "And welcome, young Necrotis."