My Seven Wives Are Beautiful Saintesses

Seven days was all Vahn granted his Dynasty. Seven days to transition from a defensively positioned isolationist state to an unstoppable engine of cosmic warfare.

His declaration, a swift, decisive strike against the Holy Land of Ice, sent ripples of anxiety through the Royal Advisers, but Vahn's absolute power and conviction silenced all dissent.

Vahn, leveraging his full capabilities as a Grandmaster Craftsman and now possessing complete control over the Ultimate Void Power, personally oversaw the war preparations. His focus was not just on morale, but on manufacturing overwhelming, technological superiority.

Using the vast, hidden spiritual resources and metal reserves of the Dynasty, Vahn began constructing a fleet of Heavy Flying Warships. These vessels were true behemoths, vast platforms of dark steel and reinforced Void-alloy, their size eclipsing the largest fortress known in the Southern Continent. Each ship was a testament to impossible engineering.

The Behemoth Class Warships: These ships were kilometers long, powered by harnessed core energy, and protected by layered spiritual formations. Vahn personally infused the hulls with runes derived from the Grandmaster's memories, granting them an unparalleled defense against elemental and spiritual attacks.

Magic Cannons of Destruction: Vahn outfitted the ships with newly designed artillery: Grandmaster Magic Cannons. These weapons consumed crystallized spiritual essence and fired bolts of condensed, high-density Void and Shadow energy. Calculations showed a single volley from one cannon could effortlessly blast through mountains or vaporize entire platoons of high-level cultivators.

The Void Shield Formation: For collective protection, Vahn implemented a new defensive layer. The fleet was linked by a dynamic Void Shield Formation, a technology he adapted from the remnants of the ancient Void Dragon's knowledge. When active, this formation would envelop the entire armada in a shimmering, unstable black energy field, capable of absorbing, nullifying, and redirecting incoming Paragon-level spiritual attacks.

Simultaneously, Vahn emptied the Dynasty's most precious stockpiles. He gave massive quantities of heavy cultivation resources, rare celestial herbs, and refined spiritual pills to his commanders and core army soldiers.

The goal was rapid, mass-scale breakthroughs to narrow the gap between the Dynasty's forces and the veterans of the other continents.

Ezekiel and Lilith's personal maid Selena were promoted and given resources targeted at the Soul Transformation Realm. The entire army, fueled by the King's direct investment, experienced an unprecedented surge in power.

Vahn himself used the seven days to fully assimilate the energies freed by the subjugation of Azarox. His cultivation ascended smoothly and rapidly, bypassing the minor stages entirely, until he reached: Soul Transformation Stage - 7.

With this breakthrough, he was ready.

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On the morning of the seventh day, the preparations were complete.

The Necrotic Dynasty's army, several hundred thousand strong, was no longer merely a troop of cultivators; it was a mobilized, spirit-tech fighting force. Vahn, flanked by Luminaire and his Queens (now focused on strategic command), stood atop the largest flagship, the Imperial Dreadnought.

BUZZ, BUZZZ, BUZZZZ!

The immense flying fleet containing hundreds of Behemoth Class Warships, lifted off the ground in perfect synchronization. The sight alone was mind blowing.

The Necrotic Armada marched through the sky, rumbling through the atmospheric layers of the Southern Continent. Wherever these dark steel behemoths passed, civilians and cultivators alike watched in horror and overwhelming awe. No one had ever seen such massive, technologically advanced flying warships before.

The sky above the Southern Continent was darkened, replaced by the ominous, organized presence of Vahn's fleet. The sheer scale and speed of the armada were foreign to the mortal realms.

It looked, to the terrified witnesses below, as though a galactic empire had suddenly revealed its true might, making its final, crushing move on a defenseless little planet. The message of Vahn's absolute dominance was conveyed without a single word.

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The Holy Land of Ice.

Meanwhile, across the Southern Continent, in the pristine, isolated western mountains, lay the Holy Land of Ice. A kingdom built on the tenets of Purity and Righteousness, ruled by the doctrine of the Celestial Gods.

Inside the grand Ice Palace, fear had frozen the hearts of the gathered leaders. News had arrived not via scout, but via the sheer, earth-shaking rumble of Vahn's unstoppable armada moving through the sky.

The Top Dogs of the Holy Land, ancient Grand Elders of the Ice Dao, had summoned all the Southern Kings and Emperors who were allied against the Necrotic Dynasty. The vast hall, usually cold and silent, was now filled with the nervous chatter of nearly two dozen major political and military leaders.

At the center of the distress was the supposed hero: the Saintess Of Ice and Purity, Evelina Frostheart. She was present, dressed in robes of shimmering white frost, her usual cold face now etched with a profound, bitter confusion. She had intended to expose a dangerous Demonic King, but she had instead provoked an invasion by a cosmic-level military force.

The Patriarch of the Holy Land, a nervous, older man named Theron, paced frantically before the Saintess.

"Evelina! You assured us! You told us the Necrotic Dynasty was a just small fledgling force ruled by that Devil's child! You said exposing him would bring the aid of the Divine Forces!" Patriach Theron cried, clutching his frozen beard.

"Where is that divine force?... He is not a fledgling King! He is a living terror! Those ships are nightmares built from star-metal!"

An Emperor from the allied Sunstone Kingdom slammed his fist on the marble table. "Saintess, We are facing annihilation! How could you have miscalculated the enemy's strength so catastrophically?"

Evelina Frostheart finally spoke, her voice still possessing its usual icy clarity, but strained by terror she refused to show.

"The analysis of the Heavenly God's showed the Necrotic Dynasty's energy signature was contained and low-tier," Evelina stated, her eyes narrowed. "This technology, this sudden jump in power... it is impossible. It defies the laws of cultivation. It must be that demon's trickery, a temporary illusion to inspire fear!"

However, the rumbling in the distant sky, growing steadily louder, confirmed the terrifying reality: the colossal fleet was real, and it was heading directly toward them. The war the Holy Land of Ice had unknowingly declared seven days prior was now arriving at their doorstep.

Evelina Frostheart, the Saintess of purity, had inadvertently condemned the entire Southern Continent to the wrath of the Void Emperor.