CHAPTER 75: CHAPTER 75 - HEAVEN’S WRATH VS TIAN’S MIDDLE FINGER

The sky above me began to churn like a living thing, massive storm clouds gathering with unnatural speed, their edges crackling with divine lightning that made the air itself scream.

Darkness spread outward from my position like spilled ink, consuming sunlight for tens of miles in every direction as Heaven’s Will focused its attention on the anomaly I’d become.

Thunder rumbled with the voice of cosmic judgment, and I could feel the weight of ancient eyes pressing down from dimensions beyond mortal comprehension.

The very fabric of reality groaned under the pressure of forces that could erase continents with a thought.

A slow smirk spread across my face as I looked up at the gathering maelstrom of divine wrath.

"Now," I said softly, my voice carrying across the dimensional barriers, "should we use it?"

"My balls itch." Most likely, engaging for so much time with my perverted wives has caused my balls to work hard to generate sperms. Now they are fully loaded, as if these punks can see that rather than my wives, soon they are going to fuck heaven itself.

I snapped my fingers.

The pleasure palace materialized around me in an explosion of silk and golden light, reality folding to accommodate the dimensional space.

My three wives lay sprawled across the massive bed exactly as I’d left them—Yue’s bronze form still glistening with sweat, small tits rising and falling peacefully; Mei’s curvy body draped in exhausted satisfaction, vines limp and trailing across the sheets; Feng’s thick MILF curves pressed into the silk, her massive breasts pillowing against the fabric.

All three were covered in the evidence of our marathon session—hickeys blooming purple and red across their necks and collarbones, bite marks on their tits, streaks of dried cum painting their thighs.

They looked like they’d been thoroughly conquered, which, to be fair, they had been.

I padded over to the bed, my enhanced presence causing the air to shimmer faintly around me, and reached out to shake Yue’s shoulder gently.

"Rise and shine, my beautiful wives," I said, voice warm with affection despite the cosmic chaos brewing outside. "Time to face the music."

Yue’s green eyes fluttered open first, immediately focusing on my face with that sharp archer’s instinct, but her expression shifted from alertness to confusion as she took in my appearance.

"Tianlong?" she mumbled, voice husky from sleep and screaming. "You look... different. Like there’s light under your skin or something."

Her words stirred the other two. Mei lifted her head, dark hair falling across her face as she blinked owlishly at me, then gasped softly.

"Husband, your body... it’s glowing. Not literally, but..." She struggled for words, one hand reaching out to touch my arm, then pulling back as if afraid. "There’s energy radiating from you. So much energy."

Feng pushed herself up on her elbows, pale blue eyes widening as her sect-trained senses analyzed what she was seeing. Her expression shifted from drowsy satisfaction to sharp alarm in seconds.

"That’s not possible," she whispered, voice tight with disbelief. "The aura density, the spatial distortions around you... Tianlong, you’re exhibiting signs of Great Vehicle realm cultivation."

I chuckled, the sound rumbling with harmonics that hadn’t been there before. "Always the smart one, aren’t you, my ice queen?"

"H-how?" Feng stammered, sitting up fully now, her massive tits swaying with the movement. "Just hours ago you were Peak Soul Formation, and now you’re—"

I cut her off by reaching out and giving her heavy breast a firm squeeze, my fingers sinking into the soft flesh as she gasped.

Her nipple hardened instantly under my palm, and I grinned as her eyes went wide.

"This is the power of these massive energy sources," I said with shameless delight, giving her tit another squeeze that made her moan softly. "Who knew my wives’ bodies were such incredible cultivation resources?"

All three women stared at me in shock, processing the crude implication, before Yue snorted with laughter.

"You perverted bastard," she said, but there was warmth in her voice. "Of course you’d find a way to make ascending to godhood about our tits and asses."

"Our husband is definitely still our husband," Mei giggled, her vines stirring slightly as she stretched. "No matter how powerful he gets, he’s still thinking with his cock."

They were taking this remarkably well, I had to admit.

Most women would be terrified to discover their husband had just become a walking natural disaster.

But mine? They just nodded as if cosmic transcendence was a normal Tuesday occurrence.

"Speaking of which," I said, snapping my fingers. Instantly, clothing materialized on all of us—flowing robes for them that somehow managed to be both elegant and form-fitting, a perfectly tailored black suit for me. "We should probably get moving. The tribulation’s about to start."

"Wait," Yue said, sitting up and wincing slightly. "I’m still sore as hell from... everything. Can’t you heal us?"

I raised an eyebrow. "Of course I can. Want me to fix the aches?"

All three women exchanged glances, then shook their heads in unison.

"No," Mei said softly, one hand drifting to her marked neck. "I want to feel you on my body. All of you. For as long as possible."

"The soreness reminds me of what we shared," Yue added, her bronze cheeks flushing. "Don’t take that away."

Feng nodded agreement, though she looked embarrassed by the admission. "The marks... they’re proof of what happened. Of what we are to each other."

I felt something warm unfurl in my chest at their words. These women, carrying my children, wearing my marks like badges of honor, refusing healing because they wanted to remember our joining.

"You should at least let me remove the hickeys and bite marks from your faces," I said gently. "People will stare."

"Let them stare," Yue said fiercely. "I don’t care who knows I’m yours."

"Neither do I," Mei echoed, her vines curling protectively around her marked throat.

"The Immortal Sect can kiss my ass," Feng added with uncharacteristic vulgarity. "I’m done hiding what I want."

I stared at them for a moment, overwhelmed by the fierce pride in their voices, the absolute certainty with which they claimed their place at my side.

These weren’t just my wives—they were my empresses, ready to face down Heaven itself if necessary.

"Alright then," I said finally, voice thick with emotion. "Let’s go watch the world burn."

I snapped my fingers, and the pleasure palace dissolved around us.

We materialized on a high ridge overlooking the valley where I’d been cultivating, and the sight that greeted us was pure chaos.

The sky was a roiling mass of black clouds shot through with veins of divine lightning, stretching from horizon to horizon like a cosmic wound.

But it wasn’t just the tribulation clouds that caught my attention—it was everything else.

Hundreds of cultivators filled the air on flying swords, some fleeing in panic, others charging toward my position with weapons drawn and battle cries on their lips.

Immortal Sect disciples in their pristine white robes formed battle formations, their qi blazing like small suns as they tried to organize some kind of coordinated attack.

And they were all getting absolutely demolished.

Lightning bolts the size of city blocks crashed down randomly, reducing entire squadrons to ash in seconds.

The spatial distortions from my breakthrough were tearing holes in reality itself, swallowing cultivators whole and spitting out twisted chunks of metal and flesh.

The very air was burning, turning sword-riders into screaming torches that plummeted from the sky like falling stars.

It was like watching ants try to fight a forest fire.

"By the heavens," Feng breathed, her face pale as she watched a group of Core Formation experts get erased by a single lightning strike. "The tribulation isn’t even targeting them. They’re just... caught in the overflow."

Yue’s archer instincts were cataloging the chaos with professional interest. "Most of them are trying to reach you before the tribulation really starts. Probably think they can kill you while Heaven’s distracted with preparation."

Mei’s vines had extended protectively around all of us, creating a living barrier against the stray energies crackling through the air. "Husband, there are so many of them. Thousands. How are we going to—"

I cut her off with a dismissive wave, watching another wave of would-be heroes get reduced to cosmic paste.

"Pfft," I snorted, genuinely amused by the spectacle. "Moths are really eager to get burned."

My wives stared at me, then at the ongoing massacre, then back at me. Slowly, understanding dawned on their faces.

"You’re not worried about them at all," Yue said, and it wasn’t a question.

"Should I be?" I asked, genuinely curious. "Look at them, Yue. They’re not even fighting me—they’re fighting the ambient energy of my advancement. And they’re losing. Badly."

As if to punctuate my words, a particularly large group of Nascent Soul cultivators chose that moment to charge my position in tight formation, their combined auras blazing with righteous fury.

They made it about halfway before a stray bolt of tribulation lightning vaporized the entire squadron, leaving nothing but a brief flash of light and the scent of ozone.

"The real tribulation hasn’t even started yet," I continued conversationally. "This is just Heaven clearing the area of distractions. When the actual judgment begins, anyone still stupid enough to be here is going to discover exactly how insignificant they really are."

Feng was staring at me with a mixture of awe and terror. "You’re talking about Heaven’s Tribulation like it’s... like it’s a minor inconvenience."

I turned to face my three wives, letting them see the golden light burning in my eyes, the spatial distortions that rippled around my form, the way reality itself seemed to bend slightly in my presence.

"Because it is," I said, my lips curling. "For me this storm is nothing more than Heaven moaning, squirting like a desperate slut. All I have to do is keep my stamina, fuck it harder, and make Heaven cum for me."

I pointed at the raging sky, sneering. "Tch—if I can make three divine beauties squirt like broken fountains under me, then what’s this cheap heavenly bitch throwing a tantrum?"

And applause came soon enough from my wives in unison:

"....Y-You damn perverted... bastard."

"...I am embarrassed... husband."

"Such an indecent man is my husband... I feel like I have fallen into a pit of absurdity."

’...What the heck.’ As I heard all three of my wives return to their characters, my mouth pressed shut, realizing how these three must be kidding—they literally were moaning while I pounded them and now.... saintesses?

But again, it’s a good thing that only I can see their true, hidden sides.