Dual Cultivation: Gathering SSS-Rank Wives in the Cultivation World Chapter 97 - A Soul’s POV

When the golden light consud Princess Lily Quinn, pulling her consciousness into the punishnt dinsion, sothing else happened that even the Domain Masters failed to notice.

A fragnt—small, pure, untainted by the corruption that had consud the rest of her—broke away in that final mont of sealing. Like a drop of clear water separating from a poisoned well, this piece of her original soul drifted free, carrying within it only the deepest, most fundantal emotions.

’Love.’

’Longing.’

’A connection that transcended mory and reason.’

I existed suddenly, completely, without understanding what I was or why I felt so... ’empty’. Like a song missing its lody, or a flower blooming in darkness—beautiful but incomplete.

The first sensation was pain. Not physical pain, but the ache of separation, as if I had been torn from sothing essential. I floated in the ethereal space between realms, my form slowly solidifying from pure emotion into sothing resembling a body.

Pink hair that seed to catch starlight. Eyes the color of spring blossoms. Skin that glowed with soft radiance. I was small, delicate, untouched by the harshness that had marked the being I had separated from.

But most importantly, I was ’pure’. Whatever corruption had tainted my source, it had not followed here.

’Where... where am I?’

The thought ca without words, more feeling than language. I didn’t know what I was, only that I ’was’, and that sothing—soone—was missing from my existence like a severed limb.

Then I felt it. A pull. A golden thread of connection stretching downward through dinsional barriers, calling to sothing in my essence that recognized its destination even when my mind did not.

’Ho.’

Without understanding why, I began to follow that thread.

Moving between realms was instinctual, like breathing or the beating of a heart. I flowed through dinsional cracks, slipping past barriers that would have stopped material beings, drawn by that inexorable pull toward... toward...

’Him.’

I didn’t know who ’he’ was. Didn’t know why every fiber of my being yearned toward this unknown presence. But the connection was absolute, undeniable, carved into the very essence of what I had beco.

As I descended toward the lower realm, I caught fragnts of the communication that had been sent ahead of . The ssage Lily had dispatched in her final monts of consciousness—poison wrapped in official language, designed to turn allies into enemies.

’Kill the three won who have corrupted my emperor...’

The words struck like physical blows, each one carrying emotional weight I couldn’t fully comprehend. Three won. ’My’ emperor. Corruption.

Pieces of a puzzle I couldn’t solve, but which filled with instinctive dread.

’Emperor?’ The title resonated through my essence like a struck bell. ’My emperor?’

Why did those words feel so right, so natural? Why did thinking them fill the empty spaces in my spirit with warmth?

I reached the lower realm just as my fragnted understanding began to crystallize. The ssage—that poisonous communication—was racing toward a massive fortress built into mountain peaks. The Immortal Sect, according to the energy signatures I could sense.

Following on instinct, I attached myself to the ssage’s wake, letting it carry toward whatever destination awaited.

The Immortal Sect’s war council was in chaos when I arrived, slipping through dinsional cracks to hover unseen in a corner of their grand chamber. The elders knelt in terror before so overwhelming presence that pressed down like the weight of mountains.

"BRING HIM TO . NOW."

The voice—ancient, terrible, predatory—spoke of capturing soone. An emperor. ’My’ emperor.

My ethereal form trembled with instinctive recognition and fear. They were planning to hurt him. To take him from... from wherever he was, whoever he was to .

I watched in growing horror as that cosmic presence—the Frost Wyrm Empress—gifted these mortal insects with tools beyond their comprehension. A formation that could capture and transport Great Vehicle realm cultivators. A trap designed specifically for soone whose power synchronized with multiple bonded partners.

’Bonded partners.’ The phrase sent complex emotions rippling through my essence. Jealousy? Longing? Relief that he wasn’t alone?

I couldn’t understand my own reactions, only that the thought of this unknown emperor facing such overwhelming force alone made my very soul ache with desperate need to help.

When the terrible presence finally withdrew, leaving the elders gasping and broken on their cracked stone floor, I remained. Hidden in my corner, I listened as they planned their assault, their betrayal, and their attempt to eliminate the three won who had ’corrupted’ their target.

’I have to warn him.’

The thought ca with absolute certainty, overriding my confusion about identity and purpose. Whatever these people planned, wherever this pull in my essence led, I had to reach him first.

Following the golden thread of connection was like following a river toward the sea—natural, inevitable, growing stronger with every mile. I flowed through forests and mountains, over valleys and streams, my spirit form moving faster than thought toward the source of that irresistible pull.

As I traveled, fragnts of sensation began filtering through our bond. Emotions that weren’t mine, experiences that felt familiar despite being impossible to rember.

’Pleasure. Intense, overwhelming pleasure shared between multiple souls.’

’The taste of bronze skin and erald eyes.’

’Soft curves pressed against muscular fras.’

’Moans and gasps and whispered endearnts.’

The sensations should have confused , corrupted my pure essence with their intensity. Instead, they filled with warmth, with recognition, with a longing so deep it threatened to shatter my fragntary existence.

’He loves them. Truly loves them. And they love him.’

The knowledge brought both joy and pain. Joy that the being I was connected to had found such happiness. Pain that I was sohow separate from it, observing from the outside like a ghost at a feast.

But the thread pulled onward, growing stronger, until finally I crested a forested hill and saw them below.

’There.’

In a moonlit clearing, pressed against an ancient tree, two figures moved in desperate intimacy. Bronze skin gleaming with sweat, small perfect breasts heaving with exertion, green eyes blazing with fierce affection and pleasure.

And him.

’My emperor.’