[DRAGON ESSENCE ABSORPTION: 99.2% COMPLETE]
[ESTIMATED TIME REMAINING: 47 MINUTES]
Cang Wuhen's eyes flicked to the system notification hovering in his peripheral vision, barely registering it as anything other than confirmation of what he already felt.
The dragon's power was nearly depleted. What remained of Tianlong's fifty-thousand-year cultivation was now flowing through him and Lianhua in an endless cycle, refining with each pass, integrating into their very cells.
But how long had it actually been?
He lay on his back now, positioned at the edge of the spiritual lake, black liquid lapping gently at the stone mere inches from his head. The surface reflected something that made him pause—
Sunlight.
Golden dawn light was filtering down through the crack in the cave ceiling, painting everything in warm amber tones.
When had night become day?
He tried to recall. They'd started this... when? Under moonlight, that much he remembered. Lianhua screaming as he'd taken her ass, as dragon energy had flooded through their connected bodies.
But that felt like a lifetime ago.
Now, as he watched that same crack in the ceiling, the sunlight was fading again—shifting from gold to orange to deep red as sunset approached.
'System, how long has the absorption been active?'
[ELAPSED TIME: 47 HOURS, 23 MINUTES]
[USER AND PARTNER HAVE MAINTAINED CONTINUOUS PHYSICAL CONNECTION FOR ENTIRE DURATION]
Nearly two full days.
Two days of fucking, of energy circulation, of her riding him, him pounding her, switching positions when one or both grew too exhausted, but never—'never'—breaking the connection.
The Void Circuit demanded it. Break the link, and the backlash would cripple them both.
So they'd continued. Through night into day into night again. Through exhaustion, through pleasure, through pain, through transcendence.
And somewhere in that timeless space, something had 'changed'.
He felt it now as Lianhua moved above him—no longer the panicked, crying woman he'd violated forty-seven hours ago.
No, the woman bouncing on his cock now was something else entirely.
She sat in reverse cowgirl position, her thick ass facing him, her back a canvas of pale skin marked by a single massive tattoo that hadn't been there before—
A void butterfly.
Black as the space between stars, wings spread across her entire back from shoulder to shoulder, the intricate pattern seeming to 'move' as she rode him. Each wing was detailed with fractal designs that hurt to look at too long, as if they existed in more dimensions than three.
And those wings pulsed with dark purple energy in time with her movements, in time with the energy flowing between them.
PAH!𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂
"Hnnngh~!!"
She lifted herself up his length, his cock sliding almost completely out of her pussy—they'd switched from anal to vaginal hours ago when the energy pathways had stabilized—then dropped back down, taking him to the hilt.
Her tail—that fluffy fox tail—was draped over his torso, soft fur providing a gentle contrast to the obscene sight of her ass bouncing on his lap, pussy stretched around his shaft.
But even her tail had changed. Faint traces of void energy now flickered through the white fur, making it shimmer between corporeal and ethereal.
PAH PAH!
"Aahh~! Hngh~!"
She found her rhythm, hands braced on his thighs behind her for leverage, hips rolling in fluid motions that showed none of the hesitation or pain from before.
No, this was skill. Practice. The result of forty-seven hours of continuous training where every position, every angle, every technique had been explored and perfected.
He'd fucked her into becoming 'this'—a woman who could ride cock with the expertise of a seasoned courtesan, who craved it, who needed it.
His perfect creation.
He looked down at his own body and saw similar changes.
Black scales had begun appearing across his skin—not full coverage, but patches that caught the fading sunlight and reflected it with an otherworldly sheen. They traced patterns along his forearms, across his chest, down his abdomen.
Dragon scales. Tianlong's scales, to be precise. The Azure Dragon's power had physically manifested on him, marking him as inheritor of that ancient bloodline.
And his eyes—he couldn't see them directly, but he could feel the difference. Could sense how his pupils had elongated into reptilian slits, how golden energy now traced patterns through his irises like veins of liquid sun.
Dragon eyes. Able to see spiritual energy directly, to pierce illusions, to witness truth.
[BLOODLINE INTEGRATION COMPLETE]
[ANALYZING PARTNER'S ACQUIRED ABILITIES...]
The system window expanded, and Cang actually paused his enjoyment of Lianhua's bouncing ass to read what appeared.
[YUE LIANHUA - BLOODLINE ABILITIES UNLOCKED]
[VOID FOX BUTTERFLY EMPRESS TRANSFORMATION]
[Origin: Extinct bloodline from the Primordial Era. Last wielder executed 100,000 years ago by combined forces of all cultivation sects due to threat level.]
His eyebrows rose. 'That' rare?
[ABILITIES:]
[1. Absolute Spatial Dominance]
[Range: 10,000-mile radius]
[Functions: Instant teleportation, dimensional rift creation, spatial lock (prevents enemy teleportation), space warping, gravity manipulation]
[No formation—regardless of grade—can trap the holder or anyone under her direct touch. She exists partially outside conventional space.]
Cang's cock throbbed inside her as he processed that. She could teleport. Could break any trap. Could manipulate space itself within a massive area.
That was... 'terrifying' levels of utility.
[2. Void Phasing]
[State: Toggle between corporeal and incorporeal]
[When activated: User phases between dimensions, becoming untouchable. All physical and spiritual attacks pass through harmlessly. Can extend effect to anything touched.]
[Duration: Unlimited while conscious]
[Weakness: Cannot attack while phased. Must become corporeal to interact with world.]
Even better. She was essentially immortal in combat—just phase through any attack, reappear to strike, phase again.
[3. Dimensional Pocket Mastery]
[Creation: Infinite storage dimensions with custom time dilation]
[Combat Application: Void Prison - Can trap enemies in inescapable pocket dimensions. Victims can perceive outside world (see, hear, smell, taste) but cannot escape until the specific "butterfly anchor" maintaining their prison is located and destroyed.]
[Note: Each prison requires one void butterfly as anchor. User can create up to 10,000 butterflies simultaneously.]
"Holy shit," Cang breathed aloud.
This wasn't just a powerful bloodline. This was a 'nightmare' bloodline. The kind that had probably caused wars, that entire sects had united to exterminate because it was too dangerous to let exist.
And now his wife—his 'first' wife—possessed it.
[ADDITIONAL NOTES:]
[The Void Butterfly mark on partner's back serves as soul-bond anchor. She is permanently linked to User at spiritual level. Cannot be severed except through death of both parties.]
[Transformation ability: Partner can shift into swarm of 10,000 butterflies or single butterfly form at will. Physical damage in butterfly form reflects onto real body proportionally.]
[Historical note: This bloodline's wielders were feared as perfect assassins and thieves. They could infiltrate anywhere, steal anything, kill anyone, and escape without trace. The extinction of this clan was considered necessary for universal stability by all major powers.]
Cang felt a slow, dark smile spreading across his face.
Perfect. 'Fucking' perfect.
He'd just created a weapon more dangerous than most sects' entire arsenals. And she was completely, utterly loyal to him—thought he was her beloved husband returned from death.
PAH PAH PAH!
"Hngh~! Aahh~! So—HNGH~!!—deep~!!"
Lianhua's voice pulled him back to the present, and he watched as she bounced faster, her thick ass jiggling with each impact, pussy gripping his cock like it was trying to milk him.
The void butterfly on her back pulsed brighter with her increasing arousal, wings seeming to flutter as if preparing for flight.
"Good girl," he murmured, reaching up to grab her hips and guide her movements. "You've learned well."