Chapter 33: Twin Fangs of Chaos

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Chapter 33: Twin Fangs of Chaos

In the shadows of Terra's outer provinces, beneath a crimson moon veiled by smog and spiritual fog, two figures moved like phantoms—sisters in blood, born of sin and sharpened by their father's will.

Yue'er, the eldest daughter, cold and elegant, wore a flowing black cultivator's robe laced with dark jade embroidery. Her eyes, crimson like her father's, flickered with a predatory gleam. Beside her, her younger sister, Mei, wore white—not of purity, but mockery—her smile playful, lips painted with poison. She was his most creative killer.

Their target: Zhao Ren, a former Ascendant cultivator and one-time Hidden Circle commander who had fled to the borderlands with forbidden manuals sealed inside his soul core.

"He was once one of Father's watchers," Yue'er said softly, her voice devoid of emotion. "He ran. He remembers too much."

Mei giggled. "Then we'll remind him of what it means to betray chaos."

They infiltrated his hidden compound like whispers in the wind. The outer guards never even saw them. Mei slit throats with poisoned threads, humming a lullaby their mother used to sing—until her victims bled black from their eyes.

Zhao Ren sat meditating when Yue'er broke through the formation. He reacted instantly, blade flashing with refined Ascendant Qi—but she caught it between two fingers, shattering it.

"You shouldn't have run," she said.

"I was trying to save Terra!"

"Then die for it."

Mei melted out of the shadows and kissed him on the neck.

His body screamed.

Yue'er plunged her palm through his chest, stealing the soul-sealed scrolls and crushing his golden core in one fluid motion.

When it was over, they stood in silence. Then Yue'er opened a communication jade and bowed.

"Father. The traitor is dead. The soul scroll is yours."

Tian Mo's voice replied, calm and proud: "You've done well. Return. Your next mission will be… more personal."

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Elsewhere – The Seduction of Power

Anna lounged beneath silk sheets in a luxurious guest wing of the Terra Military Command Palace. She wasn't alone.

General Lin's wife, Lady Shen, lay breathless beside her, legs tangled, her body glowing from their chaotic dual cultivation. Beside her, her daughter, Qiao Ling, just eighteen, flushed red as Anna fed her spiritual wine laced with aphrodisiac mist.

"You're both so strong," Qiao Ling whispered, eyes clouded with lust and awe. "Even mother… submitted."

Anna smiled, cupping the girl's cheek. "Because we serve a real Emperor. One who doesn't cower behind the Heavenly Laws."

She pressed a glowing rune to Qiao Ling's navel—a seed of corruption that would bloom into loyalty, desire, and devotion.

"Soon, your womb will carry power. You'll be the mother of a new generation of god-killers."

Qiao Ling moaned as Anna's fingers moved lower, whispering Tian Mo's name like a sacred mantra.

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In Earth's Hidden Chamber

Tian Mo sat before his cultivation array, absorbing the last of a Nascent Soul pill refined from a Fallen Heaven Serpent's essence. His body roared with power.

Late-stage Nascent Soul—one step away from the Spirit Severing Realm.

His soul form flickered behind him—crimson, draconic, with three wings of void and chaos. Around him, the auras of his women pulsed in resonance, drawing strength from their link to him.

His empire was no longer just forming.

It was thriving.

From the shadows, Yin Hua knelt.

"My lord, the Eastern Dao Alliance has begun investigating the sudden shifts in sect loyalty and internal corruption. They suspect manipulation."

Tian Mo opened his eyes. "Let them."

He looked toward Terra's skyline, where golden palaces touched the stars.

"They still believe their laws can protect them."

He reached for the Primordial Mirror Shard. New fates were unraveling—new targets, new women, new pawns.

"They don't realize chaos… doesn't knock. It fucks its way in."

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