Lust Calamity, Blue Silver Saintess!

Long Wushang's primary martial soul was now the Dark Sacred Dragon.

Not long ago, he had obtained the Dark Sacred Dragon's sixth soul ring. His soul power had officially broken through level sixty, allowing him to step into the realm of a Soul Emperor.

As his cultivation rose, his second martial soul, the Original Sin Demon Puppet, also welcomed the sixth trial of the Original Sin Divine Trial.

The Lust Calamity.

As everyone knew, before reaching level seventy, soul masters with ultimate attributes cultivated far more slowly than ordinary soul masters. Every step forward required several times, or even over ten times, the effort.

It was precisely because of this that Long Xiaoyao had spared no expense, pouring countless resources and the efforts of his entire life into creating this artificial Dragon Tomb for his only son.

The Dragon Tomb gathered immense power from the dragons' origins. Not only could it nourish the Dark Sacred Dragon martial soul, but it could also greatly increase Long Wushang's cultivation efficiency and save him a great deal of time.

Furthermore, every time he passed an Original Sin Divine Trial, the Original Sin Divine Ring would nourish his body and soul in return. The two complemented one another, allowing Long Wushang's cultivation speed to remain at an astonishing level.

Now, he had finally reached the sixth trial of the Original Sin Divine Trial—the Lust Calamity.

Like the previous five trials, this one would not directly test his strength. Instead, it targeted his state of mind and soul.

When the time came, his consciousness would be drawn into an almost real illusion, where, guided by the power of lust, he would undergo all manner of tests enough to make one fall into depravity.

The Original Sin Divine Trial did not suppress sin, nor did it forcibly purify inner demons. Its core purpose was to make the inheritor face original sin, master original sin, control desire, and prove the Dao through sin.

However, before the divine trial could officially begin, there was one prerequisite that had to be fulfilled.

He had to truly experience the union of yin and yang for himself, leaving behind the most genuine experience of life.

Only then could the illusion constructed by the Lust God possess a sufficiently real anchor point, infinitely magnifying everything and completing the trials that followed.

That was why today's scene had come to pass.

Long Wushang, who rarely left the Dragon Tomb while in secluded cultivation, had exceptionally gone to find his mother, Ye Xishui, and made his request.

He hoped that she could help him fulfill it. Of course, he merely wanted Ye Xishui to arrange a suitable candidate for him, not do it herself.

Ye Xishui was different from Long Xiaoyao.

Compared to his father's strictness and expectations, Ye Xishui's affection for Long Wushang was practically indulgence without limits.

In her eyes, so long as it was her son's request, she would do nearly anything in her power to satisfy it. It was as though she wished to make up for something. Even Long Wushang could not understand the reason behind it and could only take it as doting affection.

Therefore, when Ye Xishui learned that Long Wushang had made such a request for the sake of cultivation,

not only was she not the least bit dissatisfied, she instead felt that her son had finally grown up and matured. She agreed at once.

Then, with a wave of her hand, a strict order was issued to the Holy Spirit Cult. The young woman who had joined the Holy Spirit Cult not long ago and been bestowed the title of Saintess was sent directly to Long Wushang's bedside.

The person responsible for carrying out this order was the Holy Spirit Cult's Sixth Consecrator—Zhang Peng.

Along the way, he personally escorted the Saintess to the Holy Spirit Cult's most secret forbidden ground—the underground Dragon Tomb.

"Thank you for your trouble, Sixth Consecrator."

Long Wushang stood at the center of the altar and spoke expressionlessly.

"Just bring her in."

"Yes, Young Master."

Zhang Peng gave a respectful bow and did not waste any more words.

He understood very well that some matters were best known as little about as possible.

Following the predetermined route, he arrived at the entrance to the Dragon Tomb and led the woman who had been quietly waiting there into the altar chamber.

The woman wore a black gown and a light veil over her face. Her figure was graceful, yet she remained silent from beginning to end, as though she knew what she was about to face.

She simply could not refuse, nor did she dare to. Like a puppet on strings, she could only let others manipulate her.

After completing his task and delivering her, Zhang Peng did not linger. He directly withdrew from the underground Dragon Tomb and voluntarily shut the passageway, leaving the entire space to the two of them.

With Zhang Peng's departure, the vast underground Dragon Tomb fell silent once more.

Long Wushang could finally indulge himself properly.

To be honest, if not for the requirements of the Lust Divine Trial, Long Wushang would have long since enjoyed the blessings of many beauties.

After all, dragons were inherently lustful, and that had quite a considerable influence on him. He had merely been forcibly restraining himself for the sake of cultivation.

He would not be like his father, pretending to be some devoted romantic. Put bluntly, he was just a simp.

His heart stirred and his hands trembled as Long Wushang slowly approached the woman. Beneath her humiliated and helpless gaze, he reached out and lifted her chin, seemingly savoring the softness of her skin before gently removing the veil from her face.

As the veil fell away, an exquisite and stunningly beautiful face came into view.

The Blue Silver Saintess, Tang Ya—she truly was a rare, peerless beauty!

As he looked at the young woman before him, whose temperament had drastically changed after her corruption, an unusual gleam flashed through Long Wushang's eyes. The corners of his lips lifted slightly, clearly very satisfied with this style.

"Corrupted Tang Ya..."

"Her impish style had changed into that of a cold and aloof mature beauty."

"She suits the requirements of this divine trial even better than I imagined."

Under Tang Ya's complicated yet expectant gaze, Long Wushang directly pulled her into his arms with both hands.

His large hands firmly supported her smooth, rounded legs wrapped in black stockings. Carrying her in a princess carry, he walked step by step toward the altar covered in inscriptions of formation arrays.

As he carried the beauty onto the altar, wisps of pale pink lust energy slowly rose around it.

Those powers possessed no offensive nature. Like invisible mist, they gradually shrouded the entire altar.

At the same time, the Original Sin Divine Ring at Long Wushang's brow glimmered faintly, and an ancient, eerie divine aura quietly descended.

Once, within this week, his body remembered and experienced that wondrous sensation of ascending into the clouds, the divine trial would officially begin.

At this moment, pink mist enveloped the two of them atop the altar like layers of suggestive gauze.

As the pink curtain slowly rose, waves of passionate sounds that set one's blood racing and made restraint impossible echoed through the enormous Dragon Tomb.

The power of lust infinitely amplified both of their sensations, while the vast dragon power continuously infused Long Wushang with ample strength.

Outside the Dragon Tomb, a stunning woman in red robes watched everything taking place within through a special soul tool. From time to time, a captivating smile curled across her lips. Clearly, she was extremely satisfied with everything on the screen.

"This child is like a little wolf. He doesn't know the first thing about cherishing women. He and his father are truly complete opposites."

For some reason, the woman's lovely face flushed slightly. After letting out a coquettish snort, she shut off the suggestive soul tool screen and drifted away on her bare jade feet.

One week later, Long Wushang sat cross-legged on the bed. His upper body was bare, and his eyes were naturally closed. It was unknown whether he was cultivating or meditating. At some point, a peach blossom-like mark had appeared upon his forehead.

As for Tang Ya, after spending this week with him, her body had gradually grown accustomed to him and to this environment.

At this moment, she lay lazily by the bedside, like an obedient little kitten, utterly endearing.