Within the illusion, every beauty Liu Yu had ever thought of, seen, or even entertained the slightest fantasy about appeared before his eyes.
Their clothes half concealed and half revealed them, and some were entirely naked, their lips spilling captivating murmurs.
Every sound eroded his bones and stole his soul, its sultry sweetness seeping into his marrow and plucking at his heartstrings!
The illusion was utterly lifelike, surrounding him with beauties whose looks could topple kingdoms.
Skin brushed against skin from time to time, warm breaths caressed his ears, and delicate fragrances lingered around his nose.
Liu Yu could clearly feel their rosy skin sliding across his own.
Cool, silken, soft.
A tender embrace was a hero's grave!
He knew perfectly well that he should not lose himself in this. Everything before him was merely an illusion.
Yet a strange power within the illusion left Liu Yu's awareness somewhat muddled.
Under the influence of the primal instincts in his blood, he unconsciously reached forward with both hands, grasping firmly and kneading the loveliness within reach.
With warm, fragrant softness in his arms, an indescribable happiness even welled up within Liu Yu's mind, and he began to "fall" from the bottom of his heart.
Everyone knew that cultivating immortality and pursuing the Dao could grant eternal life, but how many throughout history had truly achieved their own "eternity"?
Across the entire world, from ancient times to the present, no one had ever remained undying and indestructible.
From the world's perspective, measured in millions of years, even an exalted Void Refinement Powerhouse was merely a meteor that briefly shone across the sky!
Thus, for most cultivators-perhaps even all cultivators-the best way to perpetuate their existence was "reproduction."
And intimate exchanges with the highly accomplished, exquisitely beautiful female cultivators within the illusion would