429: Chapter 429 Tears on the Goddess's Exquisite Face

Inside the sleeping hall, the light from the Dragon and Phoenix Wedding Candles flickered slightly, stretching their shadows long and overlapping them against the spacious white jade walls.

That Plain White Divine Robe, symbolizing the majesty of the heavens, had already turned into a mess of tattered cloth on the floor.

In the center of the white jade dragon bed, Shen Xi was firmly imprisoned by four Grandmist Chains emitting a deep purple glow. Her brilliant silver hair, which reached her ankles, was scattered like a waterfall over the crimson Tianshan Snow Silkworm Silk Quilt; the intense color contrast stung the visual nerves.

This delicate body, which could be called the Creator's most perfect gift, was revealed unreservedly to the air.

That skin, whiter than frost and snow, with its perfect proportions—where adding a bit would be too much and losing a bit would be too little—was enough to cause any ascetic Cultivator with high concentration in the All Heavens and Myriad Realms to instantly suffer Qi Deviation.

Having lost all concealment, a flash of unavoidable panic finally flickered deep within Shen Xi's dark gold eyes.

She instinctively wanted to press her legs together and curl her slender waist to block that aggressive gaze.

The chains emitted a crisp clinking sound.

Under the suppression of the Grandmist Law, all her struggles were in vain; she could only endure Xu Chen's unbridled scrutiny in the most defenseless and humiliating posture, lying on her back.

"By closing your eyes, can you pretend none of this ever happened?"

Xu Chen knelt on one knee at the edge of the dragon bed, his broad, burning hand reaching out to grab Shen Xi's slender and exquisite chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.

The surging blood and Qi belonging to the Peak of a Great Emperor on his body was like an active volcano about to erupt, emitting a suffocating aura of male hormones.

Just by being close, the scorching temperature caused Shen Xi—whose Physique leaned toward coldness and who practiced the Heartless Dao Method—to feel waves of trembling.

"You filthy beast..."

Shen Xi bit her bloodless lower lip hard, her voice still cold, yet carrying a slight tremor that even she hadn't noticed.

"Even if you possess this shell, my Divine Soul still remains with the Heavenly Dao. Supreme Forgetfulness of Emotions, neither defiled nor pure, you will never..."

"Shh."

Xu Chen chuckled softly, his long index finger pressing against her soft lips, interrupting her final stubborn declaration.

"I said, tonight, it is not up to you to set the rules."

The moment his voice fell, the Yin-Yang Dual Cultivation Art within Xu Chen's body began to operate with a roar!

That was no ordinary evil art of plucking and supplementing, but a supreme Dual Cultivation method that pointed directly to the Origin of the Great Dao.

As the technique was activated, Hongmeng Purple Qi so thick it wouldn't dissipate emerged from Xu Chen's palm.

"Ugh—!"

Shen Xi's eyes suddenly widened, and a muffled groan, a mix of pain and bewilderment, escaped her throat.

That domineering extreme Yang purple Qi was like a violent primordial Dragon, brutally smashing through the apertures in her body that had been ice-sealed for countless eons by the 'Heartless Law'.

The Supreme Forgetfulness of Emotions Dao Physique was originally the Physique that most rejected external emotions and desires in this world.

At this moment, that Yang Qi representing the most intense worldly desires was rampaging through her Meridians, crazily incinerating those cold chains of Law.

The collision of ice and fire set off monstrous waves within Shen Xi's body.

"Get... get out..."

Shen Xi desperately activated the Supreme Origin deep within her Divine Soul, attempting to expel this filthy Yang Qi. A faint golden frost appeared on her skin; it was the will of the Heavenly Dao putting up its final resistance.

Xu Chen looked down at her, the desire for conquest in his eyes growing more intense.

Instead of stopping, he leaned down, his firm and powerful chest pressing directly against that cold, trembling body.

"Ah—!"

Her silver hair spread out violently across the red silk quilt, and her limbs were pulled taut by the Grandmist Chains; her wrists even developed bloodstains from her excessive struggling.

In her dark gold eyes, Xu Chen's incomparably handsome face was reflected.

"Hold onto your Dao Heart, let me see just how tough this Heavenly Dao really is!"

Shen Xi clenched her teeth tightly, refusing to let herself emit even the slightest humiliating wail.

"No... don't..."

A deep fear flashed in the depths of Shen Xi's eyes.

She could endure pain and face death.

Only this trend of her body beginning to betray her reason and gradually sinking into worldly desires made her feel true despair.

Her skin, which was originally covered in golden frost, was now stained with a layer of sweaty, decadent crimson.

The Supreme Forgetfulness of Emotions Dao Physique within her body, under the forced guidance of the Yin-Yang Dual Cultivation Art, actually began to instinctively match the rhythm of the man above her.

"Your body is much more honest than your mouth."

He lowered his head and bit Shen Xi's crystal-clear earlobe, his warm breath striking the Goddess's most vulnerable line of defense.

"Crack—"

Deep within her Sea of Consciousness, that Dark Gold Divine Seal representing the ruthlessness of the Heavenly Dao finally could not withstand the impact of such violent emotions and desires.

Cracks instantly spread across the entire divine seal, followed by a thunderous collapse as it turned into golden fragments that filled her mind.

The Supreme Forgetfulness of Emotions Dao Heart was completely shattered!

"Ugh..."

The moment her Dao Heart shattered, Shen Xi could no longer suppress the sound in her throat.

A sob, filled with extreme winding and mixed with a bit of coquettishness and helplessness, overflowed from her bitten lips.

Her dark gold eyes, which had remained unruffled for eons, had now completely lost focus and were covered in a layer of mist. Two lines of clear tears slid down the corners of her eyes, disappearing into her silver hair.

Under the intense movements, the four Grandmist Chains made a clattering sound, weaving together a wild and conquering musical movement.

Xu Chen showed no mercy.

He operated the Heaven Swallowing Demonic Art, unceremoniously absorbing the purest Supreme Origin of the Heavens from within Shen Xi's body during the Dual Cultivation process.

The night deepened, and the red candles wept tears.

This one-sided crusade and destruction lasted for an unknown number of hours.

When all the storms finally subsided, only heavy and interlaced breathing remained in the sleeping hall.

Shen Xi was like an exquisite ragdoll that had lost its Soul, slumped on the messy silk quilt. Her body was covered in ambiguous red marks, and those eyes that once looked down upon the myriad worlds now stared hollowly at the ceiling of the hall, the tear stains at the corners of her eyes not yet dry.

Her once indestructible beliefs were crushed to pieces; the majesty of the Heavenly Dao had become an utter joke before this man.

Xu Chen let out a long breath and casually pulled an outer robe over his shoulders.

He sat on the edge of the dragon bed, feeling the vast spiritual power within him that had grown once again, a satisfied light flashing in his purple-gold eyes.

Xu Chen reached out, brushing away a strand of moist silver hair sticking to Shen Xi's cheek, his thumb gently stroking that exquisite face.

"Don't look at the ceiling with those dead-fish eyes."

Xu Chen's voice carried a post-satiety laziness, yet it remained beyond question.

"From now on, there is no more Goddess of the Heavens in this world. You are only my, Xu Chen's, woman."