My Celestial Ascension

Chapter 797: The Elven Kingdom

“So, this is the Beast Continent, huh? The air here feels quite different… much fresher,” Yuan muttered as he landed at the harbor city of the Beast Continent, taking in a deep breath.

The moment they touched down, they immediately attracted the attention of the beastfolk. Curious eyes followed them, lingering as the group looked around the bustling harbor city.

Most of the beastfolk seemed puzzled by their sudden appearance, for none had seen them disembark from a magic ship—the usual way to cross the sea. To them, it was as if Yuan and his women had appeared out of thin air.

The stares didn’t end there. The appearance of Yuan and his wives shocked many. They looked almost divine, like beings that didn’t belong to this world at all. Some male beastfolk felt tempted to approach the beautiful women, but the moment they drew near, an overwhelming, threatening aura washed over them, sending a cold shiver down their spines.

Deciding that it wasn’t worth losing their lives over a few moments of interaction, they quickly abandoned the thought.

Anna Grace suddenly hugged Yuan’s left arm and asked, “Should we spend the night in this city? We need to recover our energy before heading to the Elven Kingdom.”

“If Mireya doesn’t mind, we can stay the night here and head for the Elven Kingdom tomorrow morning,” Yuan replied with a smile as they continued walking.

“I don’t see why not. We must recover our Qi before making our way to my kingdom. It’s very far from here, so it will take a lot of time to reach,” Mireya said softly, smiling in agreement.

“Since Mireya has no problem with it, let’s go and look for an inn,” Yuan said.

A short while later, Yuan and his wives booked two rooms at a well-known luxurious inn, unconcerned about expenses since money was no issue for him. With so many gold coins stored in his system storage, he could spend freely on anything he wished—especially to make his wives happy.

One room was for Miss Zara, Little Zoe, and Selvariel, while the other was for Yuan and his wives. The rooms were large and spacious, designed to accommodate beastfolk of all shapes and sizes.

The innkeeper was a charming young beastwoman from the Rabbit Tribe, with long brown hair and an adorable face, though she carried herself with a professional and serious demeanor.

Once they entered their rooms, everyone began meditating to recover their spiritual energy. While Spiritual Energy naturally restored itself over time, the process was slow.

When Yuan had recovered about 70 percent of his spiritual energy, he decided to dual cultivate with Angela and Aisha to accelerate their progress and help them break through to the Spirit Warrior realm.

Although Angela felt awkward about getting naked and engaging in such intimate acts with Yuan in front of her daughters and granddaughters-in-law, in the end, she decided to go through with it.

With a satisfied grin, Yuan kissed Anna Grace passionately for several moments before shifting his attention to Angela and Aisha.

His gaze lingered on them, mesmerized by their naked, alluring figures. For a few seconds, he almost forgot to blink, completely taken in by their beauty.

Noticing the look on his face, both Angela and Aisha chuckled softly, pride gleaming in their eyes. They were delighted that their bodies could render him momentarily speechless.

“Are you ready to do some naughty things with me, Dear?” Angela asked in a sultry tone, a seductive smile curving her lips as she stepped closer to him.

Yuan swallowed hard, his eyes tracing the graceful lines of her body. Ever since becoming a cultivator, Angela’s appearance had undergone profound changes—her skin had become smooth and supple, the wrinkles on her face and body had completely vanished, and she now radiated the vibrant beauty of her youth.

It was as though time itself had been reversed, returning her to the prime of her life. Of course, Angela was ecstatic about the transformation—after all, what woman in the world wouldn’t wish to remain forever young and beautiful?

“Are you trying to seduce me into pouncing on you?” Yuan teased with a wide grin before seizing her slender arms and pulling her firmly into his embrace.

Not wanting to be outdone by her mother, Aisha also lunged toward him, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck from behind. Her ample breasts pressed against his back, sending a rush of warmth through his body.

Before Yuan could react, Aisha began to strip away his clothes piece by piece, her hands deliberate and teasing. Within moments, he stood completely naked before them.

What followed was an intoxicating symphony of passion—loud, seductive moans filled the room as Yuan began to dual cultivate with Angela and Aisha.

Meanwhile, the others chose to watch, though the sight stirred a burning heat within them as well. Watching Yuan move with such intensity and skill, seeing Angela and Aisha melt under his touch, left the rest of his wives flushed and breathless with desire.

Once Yuan had finished with Angela and Aisha, he turned his attention to the others, making love to each one in turn. The session was intense, leaving his wives utterly exhausted, their bodies trembling from pleasure.

During their time together, Angela and Aisha learned the Heavenly Yin-Yang Sutra, beginning to refine the abundant Yang Qi Yuan had released inside them. His energy was rich, potent, and overflowing with spiritual power—something only a Peak Spirit Lord could possess.

The room echoed endlessly with their cries and moans, and even though exhaustion set in, his wives still found themselves going for a second round, unable to resist his touch.

By the end, both Angela and Aisha had made a breakthrough, stepping into the Spirit Warrior Realm. But the surprises didn’t end there—their cultivation continued to rise rapidly under the effects of Yuan’s Yang Qi, soaring all the way to the Seventh Level of Spirit Warrior in just one session.

The result left them stunned, barely able to believe such progress was possible.

Once Yuan was finished with the rest of his wives, he realized something unusual—his dantian was brimming with Spiritual Energy, surging like a restless tide. He could feel the breakthrough to the Spirit King Realm just within reach.

However, the moment he sat in the lotus position and tried to push through, he was met with an abrupt resistance—an unseen, impenetrable barrier.

It was as if a thick, invisible wall had been erected between him and the next realm. No matter how much he urged his spiritual energy forward, the wall held firm.

’I’m stuck in the bottleneck…’ The realization struck him instantly, his brows furrowing in frustration.

’I wonder how long I’ll be trapped here. I have to find a way to break through to Spirit King as soon as possible…’ Yuan thought with a determined expression before rising to his feet.

Deciding to set aside his frustration for the moment, he headed to the bathroom to clean his body. His wives soon joined him, laughing softly as they helped him wash away the sweat, and Yuan in turn helped them scrub their backs—reaching places they couldn’t manage themselves.

The next few days passed swiftly. After enjoying breakfast at the inn each morning, they would set off, gradually making their way toward the Elven Kingdom.

Mireya took the lead as their guide, her knowledge of the continent invaluable. Even with his Divine Sense, Yuan could barely scan more than a small portion of this vast land—his reach covered only about one percent of the Beast Continent’s colossal expanse.

They soared through the skies at an astonishing speed, their flying swords cutting through the wind. However, since Selvariel’s natural flight was slower, she rode with them to keep pace.

Four days later, they finally approached their destination. They could have arrived much sooner, but the journey had required frequent rests to replenish their spiritual energy. Along the way, they faced powerful magical beasts—creatures unique to the Beast Continent—testing their skills and cooperation.

They also crossed paths with several Beastmen Tribes. Many were initially hostile, their suspicion evident, but upon noticing that beastmen traveled among Yuan’s group, their hostility waned.

Some tribes, however, proved remarkably friendly, even offering shelter for the night. In return, Yuan gifted them cuts of meat from the magical beasts he had hunted, a gesture warmly received by their hosts.

Now, after days of travel, they finally arrived at their destination—Elarindor, the Twilight Veil, the majestic realm of the elves.

The entire Elven Kingdom was, in truth, a colossal forest—a living, breathing sanctuary hidden from the prying eyes of other beastmen tribes. Towering ancient trees formed a natural barrier, their dense canopies interwoven so tightly that even sunlight struggled to pierce through in some places, creating pockets of tranquil shade.

At the heart of this vast green expanse stood a single, immense tree—so massive that its sprawling crown seemed to embrace half of the forest itself. Its ancient bark was weathered with time, yet it radiated a serene strength. Encircling this titanic tree was a tall wall of pale limestone, its smooth, natural curves blending seamlessly with the surrounding forest. The structure was so perfectly integrated into nature that it looked as though it had been shaped by the forest itself—a sight that could have been pulled straight from the pages of a fairytale.

The air here was unlike anywhere else—crisp, pure, and laden with the faint fragrance of blooming flowers and fresh leaves. It carried a quiet magic, the kind that filled every breath with a refreshing calm. There was no noise, no chaos, only the gentle whisper of leaves swaying in the wind.

“That tall tree you see,” Mireya began, her voice soft and filled with reverence, “is the Mother Tree. We elves are devoted to its care, for we believe we originated from it. It is said that the Mother Tree gave birth to our race.”

Her gaze lingered on the massive trunk, her expression distant yet warm with nostalgia. “Not only that… this tree is the pillar of the entire continent. If it were to die, the land itself would begin to decay. Over time, the entire continent would crumble away—until nothing remained.”

Yuan’s eyes narrowed slightly as he studied the majestic form of the Mother Tree.

Mireya continued, her tone almost dreamlike. “It is said the Mother Tree possesses a consciousness of its own. It can sense, and even speak, to those it chooses—like a wise divine being bound to one place for eternity.”

“I see…” Yuan murmured, his voice calm, though his gaze lingered on the great tree with deep curiosity.

Shaking herself from her trance, Mireya’s expression turned focused. “Now, let’s head to the palace. I need to bring my people out of the Secret Realm. By now, they must be longing to reunite with their friends and families.”

With graceful ease, she descended toward the elegant palace nestled near the Mother Tree—its white stone towers wrapped in ivy and crowned with crystal-like spires that glimmered in the soft twilight of the kingdom.

Yuan and the others followed closely behind, their eyes still drawn to the ethereal beauty surrounding them.