The morning sun had barely risen over the Radiance Holy Mountain when the alarm finally sounded.
A routine patrol team descended into the Shadow Suppression Prison as they did every day, only to be met with a scene straight out of a nightmare.
The first guard to reach the lower levels froze in the corridor, his face draining of all color. His lantern slipped from his trembling fingers and shattered on the stone floor.
“By the Holy Light… what happened here?!”
The corridor was a slaughterhouse.
Seven guards, all mid to late Spiritual Sea Realm cultivators, lay scattered across the passage like broken puppets. Their bodies were completely desiccated, as if every drop of blood and spiritual energy had been violently sucked out of them. Their faces were frozen in expressions of ultimate terror, eyes wide and mouths agape in silent screams. Not a single wound marked their bodies externally, yet their Spiritual Seas had been utterly annihilated.
Deeper in the hallway, the true horror awaited.
The surviving spy, the one the Empress had left alive to guide her, was no longer recognizable as human. His skinless body hung crucified against the wall by void chains that had already begun to dissipate. Every inch of skin had been meticulously peeled away while he was still alive. Raw, bloody muscle glistened wetly under the sickly yellow lantern light. His face was the worst, just a horrifying mask of exposed tissue, teeth, and bulging eyeballs. The stench of blood, urine, and void energy hung thick in the air.
At the end of the corridor, the isolated cell that once held Su Qinglan’s family stood wide open. The iron bars were melted and twisted. The prisoners were gone.
A senior elder of the Heavenly Radiance Sect, Elder Jin Hao, arrived moments later, accompanied by a squad of elite inner court disciples. The moment he stepped into the corridor, his face turned ashen.
“This… this is impossible,” he whispered, voice hoarse.
He walked slowly through the carnage, examining the desiccated corpses of the guards. His hands trembled as he checked one of the bodies.
“Spiritual Sea completely devoured… not even a trace of their souls remains. This kind of power… only someone at the peak of Dao Manifestation Realm or higher could do this so cleanly.”
One of the younger disciples retched violently, vomiting onto the floor after seeing the flayed spy.
“Who… who could have done this?” another disciple asked, his voice shaking. “The Su family were just ordinary prisoners. Why go to such lengths? And why leave such a… monstrous message?”
Elder Jin Hao’s expression grew darker. He crouched beside the skinless corpse, studying the remnants of void energy still lingering in the air.
“Void energy…” he muttered. “Black-purple in nature. This is the signature of the Primordial Void Immortal Clan. But… how? Their strongest elders are only in the middle stages of Spiritual Sea Realm. None of them should be capable of something like this.”
A heavy silence fell over the group.
One of the captains spoke up, voice filled with dread. “The Su family is missing. Qinglan’s family. She was our spy inside the Void Clan. If they were rescued… then Qinglan has likely been compromised.”
Elder Jin Hao’s face twisted with fury and fear.
“Send an emergency report to the Saintess and the Sect Master immediately!” he barked. “The Shadow Suppression Prison has been breached. Seven guards dead, one… desecrated beyond recognition. The Su family has been taken. This was no ordinary rescue. This was a deliberate declaration of war.”
The disciples moved quickly, but the horror on their faces remained. Some of the more experienced elders who arrived later also paled at the scene. The sheer brutality and overwhelming power displayed here shook even the most hardened members of the Heavenly Radiance Sect.
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In the central command hall of the Holy Radiance Peak, Saintess Mu Hui received the emergency report within minutes.
She stood motionless in the centre of the grand hall, her radiant white-and-gold dress hugging her exaggerated, voluptuous figure. The sacred garment strained dramatically against her massive breasts, which rose and fell with barely contained rage. Her long crimson-purple hair cascaded down her back like a river of blood and darkness, and her amethyst-purple eyes narrowed dangerously as she read the detailed jade slip.
The more she read, the heavier the silence in the hall became.
Seven guards, mid to late Spiritual Sea Realm, drained completely dry. One spy flayed alive while conscious. The Su family vanished without a trace. The entire lower prison corridor reeking of void energy.
Mu Hui crushed the jade slip in her delicate hand, golden spiritual energy flaring around her fingers.
“Ling Zihan…” she whispered, her full red lips curling into a venomous sneer. “So, the little whore has grown bold.”
She suspected the Void Clan immediately. Who else would rescue the Su family and leave such a brutal message? Yet something didn’t make sense. According to all their intelligence, the strongest elders in the Primordial Void Immortal Clan were only at the middle stages of the Spiritual Sea Realm. None of them should be capable of such overwhelming, ruthless efficiency.
And yet… the signature was unmistakable. Black-purple void energy. The same power spoken of in the ancient forbidden records she had secretly studied for years.
A strange, obsessive heat bloomed in her chest. Her obsession with the Void Empress, that twisted, and fanatical reverence, stirred violently. Could it be? Had the traitor clan somehow awakened a fragment of their ancestor’s true power?
“I must see it myself,” she declared suddenly, her voice cutting through the hall like a blade.
Ignoring the shocked expressions of the elders and captains present, Mu Hui turned and strode out of the command hall, her wide hips swaying seductively with each step. Her massive breasts bounced heavily beneath her dress as she moved with purpose toward the Shadow Suppression Prison.
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When she arrived at the scene, even Saintess Mu Hui, who had seen countless atrocities in her rise to power, paused at the entrance of the blood-soaked corridor.
The stench hit her first. Then the sight.
Seven withered corpses. One horrifically flayed body hanging like a grotesque warning. The lingering traces of black-purple void energy still thick in the air, far denser and more refined than anything the current Void Clan should possess.
Mu Hui stepped forward slowly, her purple eyes glowing with intense emotion. She crouched beside the flayed spy, running her fingers through the lingering void mist. A shiver ran through her voluptuous body as she felt the power.
“This… this is not the power of the current Void Clan,” she murmured, her voice trembling with a mixture of hatred and dark excitement. “This is closer to the ancient records. This feels like her power. The Void Empress…”
Her breathing grew heavier. Her massive breasts strained against the fabric of her dress as her nipples hardened from the rush of obsessive emotion. For years she had worshipped the image of the Void Empress in secret, despising the current clan for their betrayal of their ancestor. Now, this overwhelming display of dominance and cruelty felt almost like a message from the Empress herself.
A twisted smile formed on her lips.
“Interesting…” she whispered. “If the Void Clan has truly begun to awaken even a fraction of her power… then destroying them will be even more satisfying.”
She stood up, her expression shifting back into cold authority.
“Double the guards around all important prisoners!” she ordered sharply to the elders who had followed her. “Triple the formations on every level. No one enters or leaves this prison without my direct approval. If anyone else disappears, I will personally execute the responsible parties.”
The elders bowed deeply, fear evident in their eyes. “As the Saintess commands!”
Mu Hui turned away abruptly, her long hair whipping behind her. Without another word, she hurried back toward her private sanctuary at the peak of the Holy Radiance Mountain. Her steps were fast, almost urgent. The moment she entered her opulent chambers and sealed the doors, she leaned against the wall, breathing heavily.
Her hand unconsciously slid down her body, pressing between her thick thighs as dark, obsessive thoughts flooded her mind.
“Void Empress…” she whispered heatedly, her purple eyes half-lidded. “If you are truly returning… then I will be the one to meet you. I will prove myself worthy of your legacy… by erasing every last traitor who bears your name.”
Her massive breasts heaved with excitement and murderous intent as she slowly walked toward her inner sanctum, the image of the silver-haired Ling Zihan burning brightly in her mind.
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The moment the heavy doors of her private sanctuary sealed shut, Saintess Mu Hui’s composure finally cracked.
She leaned back against the ornate wall, her massive breasts heaving with ragged breaths. The radiant white-and-gold dress felt suffocating against her overheated skin. The images from the prison, the desiccated guards, the flayed spy, and the overwhelming black-purple void energy, kept flashing through her mind. That power… it was too familiar. Too close to the ancient records she had obsessively studied for years.
“Empress…” she whispered hoarsely, her amethyst-purple eyes glazed with dark lust.
With a wave of her hand, she activated the strongest privacy formations in her chambers. No one would disturb her. No one would hear what was about to happen.
Mu Hui strode toward her inner sanctum, her wide hips swaying heavily. She reached behind her neck and unfastened her dress, letting the luxurious fabric slide down her voluptuous body. Her enormous breasts spilled free, heavy and perfectly shaped, with stiff pink nipples begging for attention. Her narrow waist flared into thick, fertile hips and a plump, jiggling ass. Between her smooth thighs, her pussy was already soaking wet, juices trailing down her legs.
She walked to a hidden compartment beside her massive bed and retrieved a long, ornate box. Inside lay her most secret treasure, a perfectly crafted dildo made from rare spiritual jade, enchanted to feel warm and alive. It was an exact replica of the Void Empress Xuan Yin’s legendary futanari cock, modeled meticulously from the forbidden ancient records she had risked everything to access.
The replica was massive. Thick, veined, and slightly curved, with a swollen head that leaked a specially formulated aphrodisiac fluid when activated. Black-purple runes ran along its length, mimicking the Void Yang Essence described in the legends.
Mu Hui’s hands trembled with obsessive hunger as she carried it to the bed. She lay back against the silk pillows, her crimson-purple hair spreading out like a halo of blood. Her thick thighs parted wide, revealing her dripping, puffy pussy.
“Empress… Xuan Yin…” she moaned softly, pressing the thick head of the replica cock against her swollen clit. “Even if your worthless descendants betrayed you… I have always been faithful. I will be the one worthy of you…”
She rubbed the massive jade cock along her slick folds, coating it with her juices. The moment she activated the enchantment, the dildo grew warmer, pulsing as if alive. A bead of artificial Void Yang Essence oozed from the tip.
Mu Hui bit her full lower lip and slowly pushed the fat head inside her tight entrance. A long, throaty moan escaped her as her pussy stretched around the enormous girth. Even though she had used it many times before, the size still made her eyes roll back in pleasure.
“Ahhhn… so big… just like the real one…”
She pushed deeper, inch after thick inch sinking into her greedy cunt until nearly two-thirds of the massive replica was buried inside her. The bulge in her lower belly was clearly visible. Mu Hui’s free hand moved up to squeeze one of her massive breasts, pinching and twisting her nipple hard as she began fucking herself with deep, desperate strokes.
Her mind filled with visions of the silver-haired Empress. Not the current Ling Zihan, but the true Void Empress Xuan Yin from the ancient scrolls. She imagined that legendary futanari sovereign standing over her, silver hair flowing, crimson eyes looking down with absolute dominance as she claimed her body.
“Yes… Empress… fuck your devoted Saintess…” Mu Hui moaned loudly, her hips bucking up to meet every thrust of the dildo. Wet, obscene squelching sounds filled her chambers as she drove the massive cock deeper and harder into her dripping pussy.
Her obsession consumed her completely. The brutal scene in the prison had ignited something primal inside her. That overwhelming void power, the ruthless cruelty, it felt like a message from the Empress herself. The thought made her pussy clench violently around the replica.
She flipped over onto her hands and knees, arching her back and pushing her plump ass high into the air. Gripping the base of the dildo with both hands, she slammed it into herself from behind with savage intensity. Her massive breasts swung heavily beneath her, nipples brushing against the silk sheets.
“Destroy me… just like you destroyed those guards…” she gasped, her voice breaking into slutty moans. “Flay their skin… drain their souls… ahhhn—! Use me as your vessel… I’ll betray my entire sect for you…!”
The jade cock pounded relentlessly into her womb, the enchanted runes pulsing with simulated void energy. Mu Hui’s eyes rolled back as a powerful orgasm crashed through her. Her pussy squirted violently around the thick shaft, soaking her thighs and the bed beneath her.
But she didn’t stop.
She continued fucking herself through the climax, chasing another peak as her obsession deepened. In her fevered mind, it was no longer a dildo, it was the real Void Empress’s cock claiming her. Dominating her. Rewarding her devotion.
“Ling Zihan… if you truly carry even a fragment of her power…” Mu Hui panted, slamming the replica harder and faster, “then I will break you… and offer you to the true Empress… I’ll make you kneel and watch as I serve her better than any of your ancestors ever could…!”
Another shattering orgasm tore through her voluptuous body. Her thighs shook uncontrollably as she collapsed forward, ass still raised high while the massive dildo remained buried deep inside her spasming pussy.
For several long minutes, Mu Hui lay there panting, covered in sweat, her juices dripping down her legs. The replica cock continued pulsing inside her, prolonging the aftershocks.
Finally, she pulled it out slowly, watching with hazy, satisfied eyes as a flood of her own juices poured from her gaping hole. She brought the glistening dildo to her lips and licked it clean with reverent devotion, tasting herself while imagining it was the real Empress’s essence.
“Empress Xuan Yin…” she whispered lovingly against the jade cock, kissing the swollen head. “Wait for me. I will purify your legacy. I will destroy every last traitor who carries your blood… and then I will offer myself to you completely.”
Saintess Mu Hui lay back on her bed, the massive replica still clutched possessively against her heaving breasts. Her purple eyes burned with fanatical obsession and dark ambition.
The game between the Heavenly Radiance Sect and the Void Clan had just become far more personal.
And Mu Hui’s twisted hunger for the Void Empress had never burned hotter.
End of Chapter 13