My Seven Wives Are Beautiful Saintesses

The atmosphere following the Spirit Monarch's dramatic intervention was thick with profound respect and immense relief. Velzard, now back in his human form, bowed slightly, a rare display of deference.

"Spirit Monarch Iandyu," Velzard acknowledged, his voice deep but grateful. "Your timely intervention is noted. We thank you for upholding the stability of your magnificent domain."

Luminaire offered a radiant smile. "Iandyu, it has been too long. Your power remains as comforting as the stars."

The Spirit Monarch Iandyu returned their greetings with serene grace. "Lord Velzard, Lady Luminaire, your struggles are known to me. The Cult of the Destroyer grows bold. Your son's burden is a threat that concerns all domains built on life and law. The protection of the Spirit Realm is absolute."

Iandyu then gestured toward a dazzling portal shimmering nearby. "Let us dispense with the formalities of the battlefield. We shall discuss the remedy in a more fitting environment."

The portal led them not into a building, but into an entire, self-contained world. They arrived at Iandyu's Palace, which rested upon a vast, eternally fertile, lush green world carved out of pure spiritual energy. The Palace itself was a marvel: a structure of crystalline light and living flora, impossibly large, radiating an aura of tranquil power.

Servants, composed of pure spiritual energy, attended to their needs with silent efficiency.

Vahn was ushered into a grand hall where Iandyu sat upon a simple throne of polished white quartz. Velzard and Luminaire stood nearby, their expressions stern with anticipation.

"Young Vahn Necrotis," Iandyu began, his gaze penetrating Vahn's very soul. "The situation is dire. The Void Dragon God Seed is an ancient, parasitic entity. It is not merely a poison; it is a consciousness attempting to overwrite your own."

"We understand that, Senior," Vahn affirmed, his voice respectful. "But my father mentioned you possess the method to destroy it. What is the ritual?"

Iandyu smiled, a gentle but knowing expression. "The solution is simpler, and infinitely more dangerous, than any ritual of destruction. It lies within you, Vahn. The Cure is in Vahn himself."

He leaned forward, the essence of creation vibrating in his words. "To gain true control of your Void heritage and to get rid of the Void Dragon God's consciousness, you must fight it yourself. You must face the progenitor of the Void in the most intimate arena possible: your Soul Sea."

Vahn's eyes widened. "To fight a God... in my own soul? If I lose, the Seed wins, and I am gone?"

"Precisely," Iandyu confirmed solemnly. "Destruction is too volatile; the resulting chaos could obliterate the Soul Sea entirely. The only way is complete subjugation and assimilation. You must defeat the ancient mind, prove your sovereignty, and claim the power for your own use."

Iandyu explained the methodology. "I will use my power, combined with the strength of your parents, to shield your physical body and, crucially, to send your consciousness directly into your own Soul Sea. There, you will confront the Void Dragon God's nascent consciousness. If you can defeat it, you will not only gain full control of the Ultimate Void Power but also solidify your soul to an invincible degree."

The revelation was met with immediate, visceral concern from his parents.

"Iandyu, are you certain this is the only path?" Luminaire asked, stepping forward, her face a mask of worry. "His power has just stabilized. He is not yet ready to face a primordial consciousness!"

"My darling wife is correct," Velzard added, though his tone was measured. "Vahn is powerful, but the ancestral consciousness is cunning. The risk is extreme."

Iandyu met their concern with absolute certainty. "Lord Velzard, Lady Luminaire, if we wait for him to be 'ready,' the Seed will mature and consume him on its own timeline. The time for caution is past. His recent breakthrough and his capture of the Eye of Heavenly Dao have created the perfect, fleeting window of opportunity. He is currently at his strongest, most defiant state."

Velzard looked at Vahn, his stern features softening into a look of fierce pride and terrible acceptance.

"Son, the choice is yours. If you choose this, there is no retreating. You fight to win, or you cease to exist."

Vahn looked at the face of his father, then his tearful mother, and finally at the Spirit Monarch. He thought of Seraphina, Lilith, and Eterna—the family he fought so hard to keep. He was the King of a Dynasty, a protector. He would not allow a parasitic consciousness to seize control and bring destruction to those he loved.

"I accept the trial," Vahn stated firmly.

"Senior, Father, Mother. I will win."

"Very well, let the trial of Wills begins," Iandyu laughed.

The trial was initiated immediately. Velzard and Luminaire placed their hands on Vahn's shoulders, flooding him with protective energy, while Iandyu's divine power acted as the needle, carefully extracting Vahn's core consciousness.

The sensation was dizzying, like falling backward through pure thought.

WOOSH!

Vahn's consciousness plunged into his own Soul Sea—the boundless, spiritual ocean that contained his mind, his cultivation, and his core essence.

It was vast and chaotic, a swirling mixture of the Abyss (from the Void Core), the golden light (from the Nascent Soul), and the raw experience of two lifetimes.

In the very center of this primordial chaos, Vahn saw a figure floating, radiating a power that felt terrifyingly familiar yet utterly alien.

It was the consciousness of the Void Dragon God.

But it was not a colossal monster or a shadowy demon. The entity had chosen the appearance of a small, perfect boy who was no older than Eterna, with pristine, snow-white hair and eyes that were deep, endless voids.

The boy looked up at Vahn, and a cold, predatory smile spread across his face. It was like the chilling expression of a creature who had waited eons to take back what he considered his.

"You are so late, little host," the boy whispered, his voice resonating with the power of universal annihilation. "I've been waiting for you to grow strong enough to be a worthy shell."