The Grand Void Training Abyss was one of the most sacred and brutal training grounds within the Void Empress Sky Palace. Located on a massive floating platform suspended high above the clouds, it featured vast open arenas, gravity-altering formations, illusion arrays, and ancient rune pillars that could withstand Spiritual Sea Realm battles.
Hundreds of the clan’s best young disciples and core talents had gathered here at dawn, standing in neat rows under the cold morning light. Among them were the official tournament participants as well as many ambitious young masters and mistresses who hoped to earn a spot or at least strengthen themselves before the Azure Veil Grand Sect Tournament.
The atmosphere was heavy with nervousness and anticipation.
At the center of the largest arena stood the Void Empress, wearing a form-fitting black-and-purple combat robe that perfectly accentuated her regal figure. Her long silver-white hair swayed gently in the high-altitude wind, and her crimson eyes swept over the gathered youths with icy indifference.
Ling Qingmei, several elders, and the Patriarch stood on an elevated viewing platform, watching silently.
The Empress’s voice rang out clearly, cold and commanding.
“You are all pathetic.”
The words struck like a whip. Many disciples flinched visibly.
“For centuries, the Primordial Void Immortal Clan has been trampled upon. Mocked. Robbed. Humiliated. And why?” She stepped forward slowly, her presence alone pressuring the entire field. “Because you are weak. Your wills are soft. Your foundations are shallow. Your techniques are mediocre.”
She stopped in front of the main group of tournament participants, her gaze particularly lingering on Ling Feng, whose face was still faintly bruised from their previous encounter.
“Ling Feng. Step forward.”
The young man stiffened but obeyed, walking out with forced confidence.
The Empress didn’t even give him time to prepare. She flicked her finger, releasing a tiny pulse of void energy. It struck him in the chest like a hammer, sending him flying backward nearly thirty meters before he crashed into the ground.
“Get up.”
Ling Feng coughed blood but forced himself to his feet.
“Again.”
For the next hour, the Empress systematically broke down every participant. She sparred with them one by one, using only the bare minimum of her power, yet it was still overwhelming. She corrected their stances with sharp slaps, shattered their techniques with casual flicks of void mist, and pressured them with her Spiritual Sea Realm aura until many collapsed from exhaustion.
“You call that swordplay?” she sneered at a talented sword cultivator after disarming him with a single finger. “A child with a stick would be more threatening.”
To a proud young mistress who specialized in ice techniques, she countered with a wave of void energy that froze her own ice solid before shattering it.
“Pathetic control. Your laws are brittle.”
The training grew harsher as the day progressed. The Empress activated gravity formations that increased the weight tenfold, forcing the disciples to fight under crushing pressure. She created void illusions of powerful enemies for them to battle. When someone performed poorly, she would publicly humiliate them, sometimes with stinging slaps, sometimes by forcing them to restart their technique a hundred times until it was perfect.
By midday, most of the young talents were covered in bruises, sweat, and dirt. Many were on their knees, gasping for breath.
Yet something remarkable was happening.
Under the Empress’s ruthless guidance, their foundations were being forcibly tempered. Their techniques became sharper. Their movements more decisive. Their wills began to harden. Even Ling Feng, despite repeated humiliation, was showing visible improvement, his sword strikes carrying new ferocity.
The Empress stood at the centre of the training field, her robes barely wrinkled, looking down at the exhausted youths like a goddess judging mortals.
“Listen well,” she declared, her voice echoing across the entire abyss. “The Azure Veil Grand Sect Tournament is not a competition. It is war. The Heavenly Radiance Sect, Blood Flame Alliance, and Golden Desert Palace want to erase us. They want to take our Sky Palace and turn our women into trophies. If you are weak, you will die. If you are hesitant, you will be humiliated. Only absolute strength and loyalty will allow our clan to rise again.”
She raised her hand. Black-purple void mists spread outward, enveloping every participant.
“I will give you power. But only if you earn it through pain and effort.”
The void energy entered their bodies, forcibly cleansing impurities, widening meridians, and strengthening their foundations. Many disciples cried out as their cultivation bases broke through small bottlenecks under the intense stimulation.
Ling Qingmei watched from the viewing platform with complex emotions. Pride for her daughter’s overwhelming talent mixed with concern at the brutal methods.
“She’s pushing them so hard…” she whispered.
The Patriarch nodded slowly beside her. “But look at their eyes. For the first time in decades, they have real fighting spirit.”
After six grueling hours, the Empress finally stopped.
“Enough for today,” she announced. “Tomorrow, we will begin again and you will continue this hellish training until you are no longer an embarrassment to the Void Clan.”
Many disciples collapsed where they stood, but their eyes burned with determination rather than resentment. The Empress’s harsh training, while painful, was visibly effective.
As the young talents limped away to rest and meditate, the Empress turned toward the viewing platform. Her crimson eyes met her mother’s for a brief moment.
Ling Qingmei felt a strange flutter in her chest, remembering the vivid dream from the previous night. She quickly looked away, cheeks warming.
The Void Empress allowed herself a faint, cold smile.
They are beginning to take shape.
XXXX
Later that night, in the deepest sanctum of the ancestral spire, the Void Empress sat regally upon a throne-like chair carved from ancient spiritual jade. The chamber was dimly lit by floating black-purple lanterns, casting seductive shadows across the walls.
Between her spread legs knelt Su Qinglan, completely naked. The devoted attendant’s long black hair was tied back neatly so it wouldn’t obstruct her work. Her full breasts pressed softly against the Empress’s thighs as she leaned forward with worshipful reverence.
The Empress’s massive futanari cock stood proudly before her, thick, veined, and already leaking a steady stream of potent Void Yang Essence from the swollen head.
Without needing any command, Su Qinglan leaned in and pressed a loving kiss to the underside of the heavy shaft. Her soft lips trailed upward slowly, savoring the heat and masculine scent of her Mistress.
“Young Mistress…” she whispered adoringly, “allow this servant to ease your mind while you plan.”
The Empress leaned back comfortably, one hand resting on Su Qinglan’s head as she picked up a glowing jade slip containing detailed information about the tournament participants from rival sects.
“Begin,” she ordered calmly, her voice steady even as her cock twitched in anticipation.
Su Qinglan opened her mouth obediently and took the fat, leaking head between her soft lips. She suckled gently at first, swirling her tongue around the sensitive glans while savoring the sweet, aphrodisiac taste of the Void Yang Essence. Her cheeks hollowed as she applied gentle suction, eyes looking up at her Empress with pure devotion.
The Empress let out a low, satisfied hum as she began reviewing the intelligence reports.
“The Heavenly Radiance Sect’s main threat is still that Saintess Mu Hui,” she murmured, her fingers gently stroking Su Qinglan’s hair. “Early Dao Manifestation Realm… and dangerously obsessive. According to your memories, she has a twisted fixation on the original me.”
Su Qinglan responded by taking more of the thick cock into her mouth. She bobbed her head slowly, working another few inches past her stretched lips until the head bumped against the entrance of her throat. Wet, sloppy sucking sounds filled the quiet chamber as she lavished the massive shaft with attention.
The Empress’s crimson eyes remained sharp and calculating even as pleasure coursed through her body.
“Her fighting style relies on holy flame and radiant light techniques… powerful, but rigid. Predictable.” She continued speaking smoothly while Su Qinglan worked diligently between her legs. “We will exploit that. I want you to spread rumors within the tournament grounds that I am arrogant and overconfident. Let them underestimate me.”
Su Qinglan moaned around the thick cock in her mouth, the vibrations sending shivers of pleasure up the Empress’s spine. She pushed forward bravely, forcing the massive head into her tight throat. Her eyes watered, but she didn’t pull back. Instead, she swallowed repeatedly, massaging the invading shaft with her throat muscles.
The Empress groaned softly, her hand tightening in Su Qinglan’s hair as she pushed the girl’s head down further, forcing another inch into her gullet.
“Good girl… just like that. Keep sucking while I think.”
She picked up another jade slip with her free hand.
“The Blood Flame Alliance’s young master is at the peak of Spiritual Sea Realm. Arrogant, likes to use brute force and flame domain techniques. Easy to counter with void suppression.” The Empress’s hips began to move subtly, fucking Su Qinglan’s throat with shallow thrusts while she continued planning. “Golden Desert Palace will likely rely on speed and sand-based illusions. Annoying, but manageable.”
Su Qinglan’s throat bulged visibly from the sheer girth of the cock stuffing it. Thick strands of saliva dripped from her stretched lips, running down her chin and onto her heaving breasts. She looked utterly obscene — eyes teary, cheeks hollowed, throat full — yet she continued sucking with fervent devotion, her tongue working tirelessly along the underside of the shaft.
The Empress’s breathing grew slightly heavier, but her mind remained crystal clear.
“I will personally handle the top seeds,” she continued, her voice only slightly affected by the warm, wet pleasure wrapped around her cock. “You, Qinglan, will act as my shadow. Gather information. Sabotage weaker opponents when possible. And most importantly…”
She suddenly pushed Su Qinglan’s head all the way down, burying nearly the entire length of her massive cock into the girl’s throat until her nose pressed against her pelvis.
“Make sure you continue growing stronger. I want you at the 9th layer of Qi Condensation before the tournament begins.”
Su Qinglan made wet, choking sounds but held her position obediently, her throat convulsing around the thick shaft. The Empress kept her there for nearly thirty seconds, savoring the tight heat, before finally pulling her back up.
Su Qinglan gasped desperately for air, thick strings of saliva connecting her lips to the glistening cock. Her face was a mess, but her eyes shone with blissful submission.
“Thank you… for using this servant’s throat, Empress…” she panted hoarsely, before immediately diving back down, taking the cock even deeper than before.
The Empress leaned back further on the throne, spreading her legs wider as she continued her strategic planning.
“The most important thing is controlling the narrative. We will appear arrogant but not reckless. Let them believe I am relying solely on my recent breakthrough. When they underestimate me… that is when we strike hardest.”
Su Qinglan moaned loudly around the cock, the vibrations growing stronger as she bobbed her head faster. One of her hands moved between her own thighs, touching herself shamelessly while she worshipped her Mistress’s cock.
The Empress’s hand tightened in her hair, guiding the rhythm as her hips began thrusting upward to meet Su Qinglan’s eager mouth.
“Faster,” she commanded, voice growing slightly husky. “I want to cum down your throat while I finalize the tournament strategy.”
Su Qinglan obeyed instantly, sucking with renewed fervor. Her head moved rapidly, taking the massive cock as deep as she could with every bob. Obscene wet glucking sounds echoed through the chamber as she deepthroated her Empress with complete abandon.
The Empress’s crimson eyes half-closed in pleasure, but her mind continued working at full capacity, laying out detailed plans for every major opponent, potential alliances, and hidden cards she would reveal during the tournament.
Finally, with a low, regal groan, the Empress held Su Qinglan’s head down firmly and erupted. Thick, powerful jets of Void Yang Essence flooded straight into the girl’s stomach. Su Qinglan’s throat worked desperately to swallow every drop, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy as the potent essence strengthened her cultivation once again.
When the Empress finally released her, Su Qinglan pulled back slowly, coughing and gasping. A thick trail of cum and saliva dripped from her swollen lips onto her breasts.
She looked up at her Empress with pure, mindless adoration.
“Thank you for feeding this servant… May I continue serving you with my pussy now?”
The Empress smiled coldly, stroking her devoted toy’s cheek.
“You may. I still have much to plan.”
Su Qinglan’s eyes sparkled with devoted joy as she climbed onto her Mistress’s lap, positioning the still-hard cock at her dripping entrance.
“As you command, my Empress…”
Su Qinglan straddled the Empress’s lap, her dripping, well-trained pussy hovering just above the massive, cum-slick futanari cock. Her eyes were hazy with devotion as she slowly lowered herself, gasping loudly as the thick head breached her entrance and stretched her walls once more.
“Ahhn… Empress… so big… even after everything, you still fill me so completely…”
The Empress leaned back lazily on her throne, one hand resting on Su Qinglan’s hip while the other held a glowing jade slip. She continued reviewing tournament strategies even as her devoted servant impaled herself deeper.
“Deeper,” the Empress commanded calmly. “I want to feel your womb kissing the head of my cock while I plan.”
Su Qinglan bit her lip and sank down further, moaning shamelessly as inch after thick inch disappeared inside her. The visible bulge in her lower belly rose higher until she was fully seated, her ass resting against the Empress’s thighs.
She began riding slowly at first, rolling her hips in smooth, sensual circles while keeping the massive cock buried deep. Her full breasts bounced gently with every movement as she leaned forward, pressing soft kisses along the Empress’s neck and collarbone.
The Empress’s free hand moved to squeeze one of Su Qinglan’s breasts roughly, pinching the stiff nipple as she spoke.
“The Golden Desert Palace’s young master relies heavily on sand domain techniques. We will counter with spatial disruption. You will be responsible for spreading false information about our weaknesses. Make them believe I rely solely on brute force and the Jade Heart.”
Su Qinglan moaned softly, her pussy clenching tightly around the thick cock as she began bouncing faster. Wet, lewd sounds of her soaked cunt sliding up and down the massive shaft filled the chamber.
“Yes… Empress… I will spread the rumors personally…” she panted, her voice breaking with pleasure. “They will think you are arrogant and reckless… ahhhn—!”
The Empress suddenly thrust upward sharply, driving her cock even deeper. Su Qinglan cried out, her body shuddering as another orgasm built rapidly.
“Faster,” the Empress ordered, her tone still composed despite the tight heat wrapped around her cock. “Ride me properly while I finish planning.”
Su Qinglan obeyed immediately. She planted her hands on the Empress’s shoulders and began riding hard, slamming herself down onto the massive futanari cock with reckless abandon. Her breasts bounced wildly, sweat glistening on her skin as she fucked herself senseless on her Mistress’s lap.
The Empress continued speaking smoothly between low groans of pleasure, reviewing one jade slip after another.
“Blood Flame Alliance… their fighters are aggressive but lack defensive techniques. We will use hit-and-run spatial tactics. Qinglan, you will also seduce a few lower-ranked disciples from rival sects if the opportunity arises. Gather intelligence through any means necessary.”
Su Qinglan’s head fell back, her tongue hanging out as she rode faster and harder. “Yes… Empress… I’ll whore myself out for you if you command it… anything… ahhh—! I’m cumming—!”
Her pussy spasmed violently around the thick cock as she came hard, squirting messily over the Empress’s lap. The Empress didn’t slow down. She gripped Su Qinglan’s waist and began thrusting up powerfully, fucking her through the orgasm while continuing her strategic planning.
For nearly an hour, Su Qinglan rode her Empress relentlessly. She came multiple times, her mind melting further into blissful submission with every load of Void Yang Essence pumped into her womb. The Empress remained mostly composed, only showing small signs of pleasure while she finalized her tournament strategy.
Finally, the Empress set the last jade slip aside. She grabbed Su Qinglan’s hips with both hands and began fucking her with savage intensity from below, driving her cock up into the girl’s womb with brutal force.
“You’ve served well tonight,” the Empress growled, her voice growing huskier. “Now take my final load like the devoted cumdump you are.”
With a low, regal groan, she buried herself to the hilt and unleashed a massive torrent of thick Void Yang Essence directly into Su Qinglan’s overflowing womb. The girl screamed in ecstasy as her belly swelled even more noticeably from the sheer volume.
When it was finally over, Su Qinglan collapsed against the Empress’s chest, panting heavily, her body twitching with aftershocks. Thick white cum leaked steadily from her ruined pussy, pooling on the Empress’s thighs.
The Empress stroked her hair possessively, a cold, satisfied smile on her lips.
“The tournament will be our first true stage,” she whispered. “And when it ends… the entire continent will know that the Void Empress has returned.”
Su Qinglan nuzzled against her Mistress’s breasts, whispering weakly but fervently:
“I will help you conquer everything… my Empress…”
End of Chapter 17