In that moment, as those cosmic words pressed down on me like the judgment of eternity itself, my mind did what it always did when faced with impossible situations—it retreated into analysis, into the cold comfort of understanding exactly how messed up I was.

You see, most people in this world live their entire lives never truly comprehending the vast pyramid of power that stretches above them like an infinite mountain.

At the bottom, you have mortals. Farmers, merchants, craftsmen—people who live and die without ever touching qi, their entire existence played out in the space of maybe eighty years if they're lucky. To them, a Foundation Establishment cultivator might as well be a god, capable of feats that defy everything they understand about reality.

Above the mortals are the cultivators themselves, and even here the gaps are staggering. Your average Foundation Establishment practitioner thinks they've achieved something meaningful, but they're still basically enhanced mortals. Core Formation cultivators can level buildings and fight armies. Nascent Soul experts can reshape landscapes and live for centuries.

Then you reach the true monsters—Dao Integration realm cultivators who have touched the fundamental laws of reality. To mortals, these beings are living legends. To other cultivators, they're insurmountable walls that most will never even approach, let alone surpass.

Great Vehicle realm, where I currently sat, was supposed to be the pinnacle of mortal cultivation. The absolute peak of what a being could achieve while still bound to the physical realm. I'd thought reaching this level made me untouchable in the lower realms.

I'd been catastrophically wrong.

Above Great Vehicle lay the Immortal realms—Divine Transformation, Mahayana, True Immortal. Beings who had transcended mortality entirely, who existed on planes of reality that mortal minds couldn't fully comprehend. To them, even Great Vehicle cultivators were children playing with toys.

But even immortals weren't the top of the pyramid.

Above them, ruling entire realms with absolute authority, were the Domain Masters.

I'd read about them in the novel, but reading and experiencing were two very different things. Domain Masters didn't just rule their realms—they were their realms. Every law of physics, every fundamental constant, every rule that governed how reality functioned—all of it flowed from their will.

Gravity? A Domain Master could make it flow sideways, or turn it off entirely, or make it crush specific individuals while leaving others untouched. Time? They could slow it, speed it up, make it flow backward in localized areas. The very concept of cause and effect bent to their desires.

Within their domain, they were quite literally gods in the truest sense. Not powerful beings who commanded godlike forces, but actual deities whose thoughts became reality. They didn't need armies or sects or political maneuvering because they could rewrite the fundamental laws that governed existence itself.

That's why Domain Masters rarely interfered in the affairs of lower beings. Why waste time with politics when you could simply make your enemies cease to exist? Why engage in warfare when you could alter the laws of reality to make violence impossible?

And yet, according to the novel I'd read in my previous life, even these godlike beings had once faced a threat so terrible that multiple Domain Masters had been forced to work together.

The Frost Wyrm Empress.

Not a Domain Master herself, but something that had transcended even their absolute authority. An entity that had reached a level of power where the fundamental laws of reality bent around her simply by existing.

Her backstory, as I remembered it from the novel, was a tragedy.

Long ago, before the current realms had stabilized, before the cultivation systems we knew had been established, she had been something else entirely. Not a wyrm, not an empress, but a woman.

A cultivator who had achieved a love so pure, so absolute, that it had become a source of power beyond conventional understanding.

The Horny God—ah, shit, I knew I had heard that name somewhere before.

It was like this spark which I ignored at that time when taking the inheritance of the pleasure palace given due to three beauties in front of me without clothes and filled with lust. It just slipped through my mind exactly where I had heard this name in the novel.

Now I recalled it was this woman's mate's name.

Not just lover or partner, but the other half of her very soul.

Together, they had discovered dual cultivation techniques that transcended individual advancement, achieving a synchronization of power that made them stronger than the sum of their parts.

They had been happy. More than happy—they had been complete.

Then he had died.

Not in glorious battle or noble sacrifice, but from something too unbelievable for his name.

He died of exhaustion.

Indeed, it sounds strange, but for a moment, a man with unquenchable lust, horny all the time, and a woman who could infinitely breed, with a body that adapts to her man's features infinitely.

What happens when they both have sex?

Millennia... No less than four millennia they have continuous sex.

Due to their strength, there was no concept of stamina at all. With their power growing every time through dual cultivation, if they skipped the portion of them resting in mid to stabilize their energy, they were like rabbits doing it again and again until she overpowered him.

He hit the limit of his strength after reaching a power equivalent to a Domain Master and she?

She transcended even the reality itself.

But naturally, even after reaching that power, she wasn't able to resurrect her husband, as his soul seemed to have shattered and left this world.

Not as a joke but it was clearly written in the novel as a line: The Soul of the Horny God fragmented and scattered throughout the realms will again reclaim it back when the strongest one among the fragments returns to this world and descends back in the body of its other fragments and goes on a journey to remember his true source and identity.

So technically, if I ignored this nonsense line that didn't make sense to me like half of the novel, I recalled what happened afterward.

Even with her absolute power over reality, she wasn't able to recreate her husband, just his fake copies with fragmented memories, fake spirits, and just thousand years of struggle, only leading to have her nothing except for being declared as the demoness to whom a war was waged due to how violently she had searched for her husband's soul throughout the realms without being able to find his true fragment which as per the story had even left the story itself.

The story itself—It was simply a way of the author saying, I don't have a plot so I am going to add some nonsense to create unnecessary hype among the readers—reader, I mean, I was alone reading this book due to some strange pull—who don't even care about the book.

She hadn't just killed those who tried to stop her—she had unmade them. Erased them from existence so thoroughly that the very concept of their being ceased to have meaning.

Then she had turned that impossible power on anyone who had ever felt loss, ever experienced separation, ever dared to love something they might lose.

Domain Masters had fallen before her advance, their absolute authority within their realms meaning nothing when faced with power that existed outside the very concept of domains.

Reality itself had begun to unravel as her grief infected the fundamental forces that held existence together.

Finally, the Domain Master of the Immortal Realm, working in perfect coordination for the first time in cosmic history with other Domain Masters, had to finally contain her.

Even then, they hadn't been able to destroy her—her power had grown too vast, too fundamental to existence itself.

Instead, they had done something unprecedented.

They had created a prison realm. Not just a powerful containment array or dimensional fortress, but an entire layer of reality designed specifically to hold her.

A place that existed below even the lower realms.

A completely different realm, where everyone thought she was captured and had become a beast queen or the empress.

'These fools.' But to me, who knew the story, this was just the half-truth these people knew.

Even those Domain Masters seated on their chairs were stupid old geezers far stronger yet couldn't even see how that woman was still searching for her husband.

And by how I meant was simply by controlling the soul reincarnation path itself.

She had gained complete authority over the death and life of every individual in the upper and lower realms.

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