The battlefield was now a sea of chaos. The Azure Sky Sect's disciples, once proud and confident, now lay scattered across the desert, unable to stand in the face of Souta's overwhelming might. Their sect's most powerful fighters, those who could manipulate the winds and soar through the air, had been rendered helpless by a single show of force.
But this was only the beginning. The real game had just started.
Souta stood amidst the destruction, his golden eyes gleaming with satisfaction. The sky, once clear and bright, was now thick with dust and spiritual energy. The ground beneath his feet was cracked, remnants of his earlier attacks visible in the form of deep fissures. Around him, his disciples were cleaning up the last remnants of resistance.
Ling Wei, ever by his side, watched him with a mixture of awe and admiration. There was no one in the world who could stand against him. His power was beyond comprehension, and his charisma was like a magnetic force. Even in the middle of a battle, he had an effortless grace to him, as if he had already won before the fight had even started.
"You did it, Master," Ling Wei said softly, her voice filled with reverence. "The Azure Sky Sect never stood a chance."
Souta turned his gaze toward her, a wicked smile curling his lips. "Of course they didn't. They were never meant to. The world is mine for the taking, Wei."
His voice was like a declaration, resonating in the hearts of everyone around him. The disciples of the Scarlet Moon Sect cheered, their loyalty and admiration for their leader growing with each passing moment.
As the dust settled, the surviving disciples of the Azure Sky Sect began to regroup. They were no longer the confident cultivators who had once towered over their enemies. Now, they were broken, humbled by the sheer might of the Scarlet Moon Sect. Many of them knelt, their heads bowed in submission.
Souta strode forward, his every step like the march of a king reclaiming his throne. As he walked, the survivors of the Azure Sky Sect trembled, unable to look him in the eye. His aura radiated a suffocating dominance, and no one dared to challenge him.
One of the remaining elders, a woman with long silver hair and piercing green eyes, stepped forward. Her gaze flickered between Souta and the shattered remains of her sect. "You… You have destroyed everything," she said, her voice cracking with a mix of anger and sorrow. "Why? What do you want from us?"
Souta stopped in his tracks, his eyes narrowing. "What do I want? I want power. I want control. And most of all…" He turned his gaze to the disciples of the Azure Sky Sect, his golden eyes locking onto their fearful faces. "I want your loyalty."
The elder's hands clenched into fists. "You're a monster. You've taken everything from us. How could we ever serve you?"
Souta chuckled, a deep, dark sound that echoed through the desert. "You have no choice. You can either kneel and serve me, or you can perish here. The world is a cruel place, and I'm the one who holds all the cards."
He raised his hand, and the ground beneath the elder's feet trembled. A massive wave of spiritual energy rippled outward, causing the elder to stagger back. "This is the reality now. Your sect is gone, your power meaningless. The only way forward is through me."
The elder faltered, her pride struggling against the reality of the situation. But even she knew when to bow to superior strength. Her gaze softened, and with a heavy heart, she knelt before Souta, her voice trembling. "I… I will serve you."
Souta smiled, his eyes gleaming with triumph. "Good. That's a wise decision."
Behind him, Ling Wei stepped forward, her face a mixture of excitement and jealousy. She had seen Souta's power firsthand, but to witness him dominate the Azure Sky Sect so effortlessly filled her with an intoxicating sense of pride. But there was something else, too—a deep, burning desire to claim her place at his side.
"Master," Ling Wei began, her voice sweet but filled with a hint of possessiveness. "What will you do with them?"
Souta turned to her, his eyes glinting with amusement. "They will serve me, just like everyone else. But first… I'll take what's mine."
He walked toward the kneeling elder, his footsteps slow and deliberate. The elder lifted her head slightly, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and defiance. But that was quickly replaced by something else—an understanding. She had no choice but to yield to him.
Souta crouched down, his golden eyes locking onto hers. "You've been defeated, elder. And now, you will serve me in more ways than one."
The elder's breath hitched in her throat, but she didn't protest. Souta's words were not a suggestion—they were a command. And she knew better than to defy him.
Souta grinned. "You'll make a fine addition to my collection."
Ling Wei watched with wide eyes as Souta effortlessly claimed his prize. The elder, once so proud and defiant, was now reduced to nothing more than a tool for Souta's desires. And that was the beginning of something much larger.
The world was vast, and there were countless beautiful women out there—cultivators, princesses, queens, demonesses—each one powerful in her own right. But all of them would fall under Souta's charm. They would all submit, one way or another.
As the days passed, Souta's harem grew. The disciples of the Azure Sky Sect were not the only ones who found themselves bound to his will. The women of the Scarlet Moon Sect, the wandering cultivators they encountered, and even the once-proud leaders of various sects fell to his irresistible allure.
Souta had become more than just a conqueror. He was a force of nature, a playboy god who could charm and control anyone he desired. And he would stop at nothing to build the greatest harem the world had ever seen.
But the path ahead was not without its challenges. There were still powerful sects out there, powerful cultivators who believed themselves above the rules of the world. And while Souta was confident in his strength, he knew that there would always be someone who would rise to challenge him.
But he was ready. Let them come. The greater the challenge, the sweeter the victory.
And as the night fell, the stars in the sky seemed to twinkle in approval, as if they too knew that the rise of Souta Akihiro was inevitable. The world had no choice but to kneel before him.