The air in the sanctum still shimmered with lingering warmth from their shared cultivation, divine energy crackling softly between Chen and his lovers. Soulflame Unison wasn't just a technique—it was a bond forged in fire and trust, blending their essences into something new. Chen stood at the center, a beacon of burning will, his aura radiating with the colors of each woman who had shared herself with him.
Ye Yue, robed in silver moonlight, floated just beside him. Her eyes glowed with pride, though beneath it flickered something fierce and possessive. Lanmei, ever calm, ever watching, had shed her hesitation entirely—now standing tall with him, crimson flame flowing behind her like a battle banner. And Mei… his once-childhood friend turned goddess-kissed, whose laughter now carried a quiet strength and something even deeper—devotion.
The divine call came not as a message but a rift—torn across the skies of the mortal realm.
An army from the Court of Blades had crossed into a forbidden sky realm—a bastion of neutrality among minor gods. Its guardian pantheon had already been overwhelmed. The invasion wasn't just a military move. It was a statement.
A challenge.
"Chen Ming," Ye Yue murmured, touching her lips to his shoulder. "They're baiting you."
Lanmei nodded. "And they're right to be afraid."
Mei, blades of light already forming in her palms, smiled. "Let's show them why."
The gateway opened in a flash of crimson and silver, the trio flanking Chen as he stepped into the Skyrealm of Nerenis.
What greeted them was war.
Dozens of divine soldiers—blessed with speed and precision—rained down upon the fractured floating cities. Lightning tore through marble towers, holy wards flickering under relentless pressure. The air was thick with despair, sacred chants drowned out by the clash of steel and divine fury.
Then everything… paused.
They felt him.
A ripple, then a surge—like a second sun had ignited mid-sky.
Chen Ming had arrived.
He moved with impossible speed, body flickering between rooftops, burning glyphs into the air with every step. His palm struck the ground—and from it burst a Soulflame Lotus, its petals of molten energy flaring wide.
The invaders hesitated.
Too late.
Ye Yue descended with blades of moonlight, carving through divine armor as if it were paper. Her every strike sang with elegant wrath, her form glowing brighter the closer she remained to Chen.
Lanmei unleashed torrents of cleansing flame—purging corruption, igniting divine will. But her eyes stayed on him, as though his every motion directed her fire.
Mei moved like a storm. Flashes of golden light disarmed, disoriented, and disintegrated. Her soul—tethered to his—fueled a divine tempo none of them had trained for, yet all knew instinctively.
Soulflame Unison in motion.
Their power wasn't added. It was multiplied—exponentially. Every kiss they had shared, every night they had touched souls, had become another layer of strength.
And it was terrifying.
Chen's eyes narrowed as he sensed a deeper presence: a divine general from the Court of Blades—Valek, Warden of Precision. One of the deadliest tacticians of the opposing courts.
Valek stood atop the shattered arch of the temple. "You've changed the rules, boy. And the gods are watching."
"I'm counting on it," Chen replied, eyes flaring gold.
They clashed.
Valek moved like a ghost—piercing jabs, disappearing steps. But every time his blade drew near, a flame-wreathed hand deflected it, and moonlight shielded Chen's flank.
Soulflame Unison wasn't just offense. It was unity. Reflexes shared. Thoughts bridged.
Chen twisted mid-air, gathering Mei's light, Lanmei's fire, and Ye Yue's lunar glow. His fist erupted with their combined essence.
"Soulflame Wrath: Trinity Break."
The strike landed—and shattered the Warden's divine form.
The sky cracked.
In the aftermath, silence blanketed the realm.
The remaining soldiers dropped to their knees, stripped of will by the overwhelming pressure of Soulflame. The minor gods of Nerenis re-emerged, offering blessings of gratitude… and awe.
Yet Chen didn't feel victorious.
He felt… watched.
Far beyond the fractured clouds, in a distant court wrapped in golden chains, a goddess stirred.
Lysaria, her name whispered between stars, watched the battle unfold through a veil of mist. Her lips curved into a faint smile.
"He's ready," she said softly. "Almost."
But even she didn't know what the final cost of Soulflame Unison might be.
Back in the sanctuary, Chen rested—but not alone.
His lovers lay beside him, drained yet smiling. The battle had proven not just their strength—but their bond.
And there, between sips of divine nectar and tender embraces, Chen whispered the beginnings of something new:
A Dual Cultivation Technique—born from the Soulflame itself.
One that would let his bonded rise with him in every step.
Power shared.
Pleasure deepened.
Victory… redefined.