In the opulent halls of the Celestial Jade Palace, high in the Upper Realm where clouds wove themselves into tapestries of immortal silk and the air hummed with eternal qi, Princess Lily Quinn reclined upon her throne of star-forged crystal.

The chamber was a testament to her hard-won status—walls adorned with relics from conquered realms, floors paved in luminous jade that pulsed with the essence of a thousand slain immortals.

Servants moved like ghosts, their eyes downcast in perpetual awe, but Lily paid them no mind.

Her thoughts, as they often did in these quiet moments, drifted to a life she had long since discarded.

She was no longer the fragile mortal vessel she had inhabited in the lower realm a decade ago.

That body—weak, corroding, bound by the frailties of human flesh—had been a necessary disguise, a tool for her descent.

As a princess of the Upper Realm's Azure Lotus Dynasty, she had volunteered for the mission: infiltrate the mortal world, sow discord among the powerful sects, and return with intelligence that would secure her family's dominance in the eternal wars above.

But the descent had come at a cost.

Her immortal essence, compressed into a human shell, had begun to erode, her true power seeping away like sand through cracked glass. To survive, she had needed to ascend—shed the dying husk and reclaim her divine form.

'I remember it all too clearly,' she thought, tracing the arm of her throne with a manicured nail, the crystal cool against her skin. Given that the time for the Immortal sect's destruction was nearing, she recalled the memory of her work. 'That emperor... Zhao Tianlong. He was never supposed to be more than a pawn.'

Suddenly, the air before her shimmered, an ethereal window materializing unbidden—a gift from Heaven's Will, perhaps, or the dynasty's surveillance arrays.

She waved it away instinctively; such distractions were common in the Upper Realm, visions of lower-world turmoil meant to amuse or inform.

But something caught her eye—a figure, familiar yet impossible. Her hand froze mid-gesture, eyes widening as the image sharpened.

'It's him. Zhao Tianlong.' Her heart—her immortal, supposedly unfeeling heart—skipped.

'What the...' Somehow, as she looked, even though he was the same, he glowed. He seemed far more attractive and charming than the last time she remembered.

'Is he already married?' He stood on a mountain peak, radiating power that warped the air around him, surrounded by three women who clung to him intimately. She narrowed her eyes before a sigh escaped her lips as she observed how he was still caught up in those mortal feelings and desires.

'So not only did you survive? But also... awakened. A miracle.' She leaned forward, a genuine smile tugging at her lips despite herself.

Observing his strength, even from afar, being in the early Great Vehicle Realm, she felt it was impressive that after she had left him in that crumbling state, he once again seemed to have arrived at that phase to ascend.

Even though in the Upper Realm that strength was nothing, it was still the minimum qualification that made her feel amused.

Knowing his personality, she understood the way he loved her. Most likely, he had achieved all this because he wanted to meet her again.

To meet his concubine Lily, causing her to inhale amusingly as qi seemed to fill the atmosphere just by breathing. Showing her strength as if a god looking down on a mortal, she muttered:

"What a fool... you foolish Mortal Emperor—"

Then he spoke.

"Lily Quin—"

Her name on his lips sent a flutter through her chest, a warmth she thought she'd buried with that mortal shell.

'So, you know I can hear you? Is this what mortals call love intuition? Pfft, amusing—'

"—you loose-pussied slut—"

The words hit her in a far worse way than the pain of her ascension, the soul reconstruction, and even the blink of her eyes seemed to just express her confusion.

Lily's smile faltered, confusion replacing warmth as her mind struggled to process what she'd heard. 'What... what did he just say?'

"—did you really think I'd pine for your saggy, overused cunt—"

'No.' The word echoed in her mind like a struck bell. This wasn't how it was supposed to be.

This wasn't the devoted emperor she'd left behind, the man who'd held her with such tender reverence, who'd looked at her like she was the only star in his sky.

'This can't be him. This crude, vulgar—'

"—after you spread it for every sect elder with a promise of power?"

Her hands gripped the arms of her throne, crystal groaning under the pressure.

'How dare he?' The accusation was absurd, insulting beyond measure.

She had been faithful—physically, at least.

Every touch, every night spent in his arms had been genuine, even if her ultimate loyalty lay elsewhere.

'I never... I never betrayed our bed!'

"That sloppy hole of yours was like fucking a wet sock—"

"Stop," she whispered, her voice barely audible in the vast chamber. But the window continued to show his sneering face, continued to pour his poison into her ears.

"—stretched out from all those 'necessary sacrifices' you made on your knees."

'Necessary sacrifices.' The phrase twisted in her chest like a dagger.

She had made sacrifices—real ones.

Her mortal body dying by degrees, her immortal essence corroding from containment in that weak shell, the agony of ascending while leaving behind... leaving behind what she thought had been love.

'I sacrificed everything for my family, for my duty! And this is how he repays that memory?'

"Remember how you'd moan like a cheap whore when I bothered to touch you?"

Her breathing grew shallow, rage building like pressure in a sealed vessel.

'Moan like a... those sounds were real! Every gasp, every cry of pleasure—they came from somewhere deeper than duty, deeper than deception!' She could still remember the feeling of his hands on her mortal skin, the way he'd worshipped her with such desperate hunger.

Those moments had been... had been...

"Fake as your loyalty, you backstabbing bitch."

'FAKE?' The word detonated in her mind like divine lightning. Lily surged to her feet, the throne cracking under the sudden release of pressure.

'Fake? My loyalty was to my family, to my realm, but what we shared—the nights, the touches, the way you held me like I was precious—that was REAL!'

"You weren't tight; you were a cavern—"

"SILENCE!" The word erupted from her throat with enough force to shatter every window in the palace. Servants fled in terror as her aura blazed to life, immortal qi turning the air itself into plasma.

But still the vision continued, still his words poured forth like acid.

"—echoing with the cum of every man you tricked into thinking you were worth something—"

Something inside her snapped. Not broke—shattered.

Every careful wall she'd built around the memory of that mortal life, every rationalization she'd constructed to justify her actions, every tender moment she'd locked away to protect herself from guilt—all of it crumbled under the weight of his contempt.

'Worth something?' Tears she didn't know she could still shed began to flow down her cheeks, hot and bitter.

'I was a princess of the Azure Lotus Dynasty! Immortal blood flowed in my veins while you were still crawling in the dirt of mortal ambition!

And yet... and yet when I lay in your arms, when you whispered my name in the darkness, I felt...'

'I felt like I was home.'

That realization hit her harder than his insults, because it revealed the true depth of her loss. She hadn't just abandoned a mission or discarded a useful tool—she had thrown away the one person who had ever made her feel truly alive.

And he... he had twisted that memory into something obscene.

The rage that filled her now wasn't just anger—it was heartbreak weaponized, love curdled into hate by the poison of his words.

Her immortal cultivation began to fluctuate wildly as emotion overwhelmed her usually perfect control.

'You want to see a whore?' Her eyes blazed with lethal light as she reached out with her divine sense, grasping one of the palace's most precious weapons.

'You want to reduce what we had to crude jokes and vulgar imagery? Then perhaps it's time you learned the difference between the gentle mortal who shared your bed and the immortal princess who could end your pathetic existence with a thought!'

The sword that answered her call was no ordinary weapon—it was Dawnbreaker, forged in the heart of a dying star, capable of cutting through the barriers between realms as easily as silk.

She poured her rage into it, her heartbreak, her wounded pride and shattered memories.

'If you won't cherish what we had, then you deserve to die with it!'

With a scream of pure fury, she hurled the weapon downward, tearing through dimensional barriers with her immortal might.

The sword streaked like a falling comet, wreathed in the fires of her wrath, aimed directly at the man who had just destroyed the last pure thing in her heart.

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Back in the lower realm, the air ripped open with a deafening screech. A massive sword, wreathed in ethereal flames and upper-realm qi, burst from the heavens, hurtling toward Tianlong with world-ending speed.

It arrived in an instant, the tip halting a mere inch from his eyelid, the force alone cracking the mountain beneath him.

SCRNRNCH!

"H-HUSBAND—!?!" his wives screamed in unison, auras flaring to life as chaos erupted around them.

Tianlong didn't flinch. His grin only widened, eyes locked on the invisible observer above, as if his eyes saw that sword being severed into thousands of pieces by a far stronger blade while he stood there, as if he could see straight through the dimensional barriers to the woman whose heart he had just trampled beneath his heel.

"Did I strike a nerve?" he asked the sky, his voice carrying across impossible distances through the fabric of reality itself, with a chuckle breaking as he pointed his middle finger, knowing she had messed up by interfering in the lower realm like this, and mocked, "Just wait for me to personally spread your legs and check that cunt of yours—"

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