The Time Has Come

And soon enough, another cacophony of sensual moans and erotically charged sexual energy filled the entire chamber. The very walls seemed to pulse with the intensity of their coupling, the formations etched into them working overtime to contain the massive energies being released.

It was only hours later that everything began to calm down.

The Saintess Elder's bare feet whispered across the cold marble floor, each step a deliberate tease that sent ripples through the silken robe barely clinging to her curves.

The chamber, vast and opulent, seemed to hold its breath in anticipation. Ornate tapestries depicting legendary battles and mythical beasts adorned the walls, their threads shimmering with faint traces of Dao energy.

She paused at the threshold, turning to cast a smoldering glance over her shoulder. Her eyes, the color of molten gold, held depths that spoke of millennia of cultivation and secrets that could shatter worlds.