Profane Prince of Domination

For numerous hours Konrad rammed the girls’ cunts, bursting his loads deep in their love tunnels before shifting them in other positions and carrying on across days of blissful time. A full three days of ardent dual cultivation went by before even the Law Revolution Creed was no longer enough to allow the two to carry on. At the end of the session, the two directly rose to the late-stage of the Boundless Sea Devil Realm. And after refining the pills Konrad had set aside for them, they’d undoubtedly break through a few more levels.

Having done all that needed to be, Konrad left them behind to enter three centuries of secluded cultivation. With a massive quantity of harvested energies, high-grade pills and a Primal Sun Lotus at his disposal, this session would undoubtedly yield the highest result ever.

As he closed his eyes, sitting crossed-legged within his silent chambers, two black Devil Rings appeared behind Konrad, bringing alongside them a massive burst of nefarious energies.

...

On the outside, the world still spun. Two weeks after Konrad’s seclusion, words spread that the Warden and the Overlord broke through, reaching the early-stage of the Overgod Rank and instantly mending their wounds. In the instant they did, the world was startled to see the concentration of spiritual energies within the Heaven Warding Temple and the Overlord’s palace rise to startling heights, thereby benefiting all their subordinates.

But they weren’t the only ones making progress. Urzul and Ashara both reached the peak of the Legendary God Rank while Dolgron took half a step into the Overgod Rank. Undoubtedly, those deities all relied on time chambers and new opportunities to accelerate their breakthroughs.

But as the world expected Talroth to stun it with rapid growth, news that the Southern King of Hell had suddenly vanished, echoed, alarming the world. Many assumed he left the Southern Domain to covertly seek opportunities while others believed he’d been captured by the other kings.

Meanwhile, in the silence of the Celestial Realm, following the unexpected visit of foreign experts, the Titan Domain covertly grew. Before, due to incomplete Dao Inheritances, no Titan managed to return to the Legendary God Rank. But as soon as those foreign experts arrived, they solved the problem—allowing the hundreds of Titans half-step into the Legendary God Rank to break through their shackles. Now, in the shadows of the Titan Domain, a formidable battalion hid, driving the Titans’ progresses while readying for a large scale invasion.

Thus, another two weeks passed. And as the first month following Konrad’s seclusion ended, within a small portion of the Firmament’s ever-jade sky, a choking, chilling dark night appeared and spread as Regretless’ youngest sibling opened his eyes. Breaking Konrad’s curse, Night swept the world with his deep, black eyes, using his Truth Transcendence to reconstruct the events following his forced coma.

Without a word, Night stood up, summoned his Eternal Night Guard, and shot toward the Celestial Realm! Now, of the higher-ups, only the loitering Cloud and the comatose Regretless remained within the Firmament. But as Cloud’s eyes remained closed, his God-Sense shifted, locking on Regretless who remained crossed-legged, and as immovable as a mountain.

"Close. Increasingly closer. Night alone is problem enough, but when Regretless awakens, I’m afraid your best bet is to spend eternity in hiding. Konrad, Konrad, how will you handle this?"

Cloud wondered in a level tone that made his stance hard to figure out.

...

Meanwhile, within the world woven by his demons, Regretless now stood before a handsome, suave middle-aged man, with tied golden hair and a guan yu like beard folded on his thighs. The two sat crossed-legged, separated only by a chessboard. But for some reason, within that world, Regretless didn’t possess the icy-blue hair and crimson eyes unique to his Omniarch bloodline. Instead, he showed the same black hair and eyes of the time before his rebirth.

The golden-haired man wore a loose Taoist robe, and around him, a compelling air mixing extraordinariness and gentleness swirled. But though the Empyrean Dragon Blood was evident in his slit golden eyes and scent, before him, Regretless’ eyes flashed a mixture of politeness, deference, and proximity of a junior toward a beloved elder.

"Imperial uncle, it’s your turn."

Regretless said in a cheerful tone while motioning toward the chessboard, for indeed, the man was his deceased uncle, Highest Dragon, the Empyrean Dragon clan’s great elder—or more accurately, a representation stemming from Regretless’ inner demons.

"Regretless, you’ve already crossed the passes of Peerless and your mother. Why won’t you let go of me?"

Highest Dragon sighed, shaking his head as he moved a black knight on the chessboard.

Aware that Regretless’ hatred for the Empyrean was only rivaled by his love for their imperial uncle, Konrad made it his final pass, knowing that even if Regretless could see through the illusions, he couldn’t easily shake them.

Highest Dragon wasn’t just Regretless’ uncle, he was his father, mother, master, and savior. If not for Highest Dragon’s teaching and resources, with the imperial dragon clan’s suppression, Regretless could never set foot on the cultivation road. If not for Highest Dragon’s shelter, he would have died at least 10,000 times. If not for Highest Dragon sacrificing his life to ensure Regretless and his siblings’ reincarnation, there would be no Omniarch, no Tribulation Demon.

All Regretless was and had, he owed it to that one person. Undoubtedly, Peerless’ betrayal and even his mother’s wrongful death, could never compare to the pain he felt upon realizing Highest Dragon’s sacrifice and execution at the hands of his father, Celestial Slaughter.

"Trillions of years may pass, but the void you left behind remains. Imperial uncle, in this life my greatest regret was to not have been filial. To have spent the greatest part of the time fate granted me dallying with a woman instead of remaining by your side. If I could turn the wheels of time, then I do not want Peerless, I do not want to be Supreme. I only wish to stay by your side, to be your son instead of his, and serve you throughout eternity.

Alas, even I cannot alter that past. Therefore, I can only be selfish, and forget the outside world to enjoy this illusory moment of peace...if only for an instant."

Regretless replied before moving another chess piece. But though his tone remained mild, in his every word, a deeply rooted sorrow lingered.

...

Meanwhile, time still flew by. Two weeks succeeded one another. And as the second came to an end, within the Celestial Realm’s icy-blue night sky, the shadow of a pale blue planet appeared. From that planet, three formless waves of experts emerged, three battalions all shooting toward Heaven’s remaining Cardinal Sects: The Sea Dream Temple, the Eternal Void Sect, and the Radiant Light Mountain!