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V.4.297.
Merin continues his cultivation, advancing toward Sainthood step by step, steady and unhurried, as if time itself bends to accommodate his ascent.Within Dragon City,
In a secluded garden enclosed by the embassies of the Three Lotus Sects,
Silence lingers.
At the center of the garden lies a vast pond, its waters still and reflective, untouched by wind or ripple, as if preserving something sacred within its depths.
Three great lotuses bloom upon it.
A White Lotus.
Pure.
Unstained.
Its petals glow softly, embodying clarity and perfection.
A Golden Lotus.
Radiant.
Its light carries a sacred weight, as if touched by divinity itself.
A Purple Lotus.
Deep.
Mysterious.
Its presence is subtle, yet unfathomable, like a truth hidden beneath layers of illusion.
Within each lotus,
A figure rests.
The three saintesses.
Yet they are more than vessels.
More than chosen.
They are born of the lotus.
Formed from its seed.
A seed placed within a mortal woman.
A child born.
A life shaped.
A being neither entirely human nor entirely something else.
A continuation.
A reflection.
A controlled reincarnation.
Through them,
The founders of the Three Lotus Sects persist.
They use these bodies to comprehend the laws of heaven and earth, to nurture their souls, to extend their existence beyond the natural limits imposed by time.
They do not decay.
They do not fade.
Even without reaching Sainthood,
They endure.
Because their true forms are not these bodies.
But the lotuses themselves.
Innate lifeforms of the world.
Born not from effort,
But from existence.
At the beginning of life,
They already stand near its end.
And yet,
For thousands of years,
They have failed to take the final step.
They understand why.
To become a Saint,
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One must sever the connection to the world.
Transcend it.
Break free.
But they,
Are bound too deeply.
Their connection is not superficial.
It is absolute.
They are part of the world itself.
So they devised another path.
They formed sects.
Gathered followers.
Accumulated faith across generations.
Using belief,
To forge a blade.
A blade meant to cut their own connection.
Yet now,
The world has changed.
Forces have shifted.
Barriers have formed.
Their path,
Blocked.
Within the pond,
The three lotuses begin to fade.
Their light dims.
Their forms dissolve.
And within the saintesses,
Something awakens.
Their cultivation surges.
From Soul Awakening,
To Soul Enlightenment,
Then,
Breaking into Soul Transformation.
It does not stop.
It continues to rise.
Initial stage.
Mid stage.
Late stage.
Peak.
Then,
Beyond peak.
Their aura climbs further.
Reaching toward something higher,
But not crossing it.
It stabilizes.
Suspended.
Between realms.
Between transformation,
And transcendence.
Within their power,
Wisps of a new energy appear.
Saint energy.
Faint.
Incomplete.
Yet undeniable.
Their presence changes.
Their aura carries a trace of something beyond the world.
Then,
The three lotuses vanish completely.
Returning.
Entering their bodies.
The pond falls silent.
The surface still.
The three figures rise.
Floating above the water.
Their eyes open.
White.
Gold.
Purple.
Three gazes.
Three wills.
Awakened.
The pond lies still beneath them as the three sisters float above its surface, their auras steady yet heavy with unspoken thoughts, the faint trace of saintly energy lingering around them like a promise never fulfilled.
Lian Jingyi is the first to speak.
“Sisters… are we never going to become Saints?”
Her voice carries no anger.
Only quiet frustration.
The weight of thousands of years pressing into a single question.
The other two remain silent.
Their brows furrow slightly.
Each lost in thought.
Then,
Lian Ruien speaks.
“We have two choices,” she says calmly, her tone measured, as if laying out a conclusion long considered.
“We surrender to the Moon Goddess… or to the Dragon City Lord.”
She pauses.
“And pray… that they are benevolent enough to grant us a chance at Sainthood.”
Lian Jingyi nods faintly, her decision forming quickly.
“The Dragon City Lord has not yet reached Sainthood,” she says.
“While the Moon Goddess already has.”
“So we should surrender… to the Moon Goddess.”
Before her words can settle,
A hand covers her mouth.
Lian Ziyou.
“Sister,” she says softly, her gaze steady, “be careful.”
“We are inside Dragon City.”
She lowers her hand.
Then continues.
“And I disagree.”
Her voice sharpens slightly.
“I say… we surrender to the Dragon City Lord.”
Lian Ruien turns toward her, a hint of surprise in her eyes.
“Why?” she asks.
Because between them,
She and Lian Jingyi share the same leaning.
The Moon Goddess.
Both now look at Ziyou.
Waiting.
Ziyou does not hesitate.
“Sisters,” she says, “we have all entered the Virtual World.”
“And we have all felt its mystery.”
Lian Jingyi frowns slightly.
“It is indeed a sacred place for cultivation,” she admits.
“But we do not need it.”
Ziyou shakes her head.
“That is not the point.”
Her eyes deepen.
“Experiencing the Virtual World… one can tell.”
“The Dragon City Lord’s Dao… is stronger.”
Silence follows.
Lian Ruien speaks again, slower this time.
“But he has not recovered his Saint cultivation,” she says.
“And the formation… may not be enough to stop the Moon Goddess.”
Ziyou’s lips curve faintly.
“That… is where we come in.”
The two sisters stare at her.
Understanding begins to form.
Ziyou continues.
“Our bodies have remained untouched by any male for thousands of years.”
“If we undergo dual cultivation with him…”
She pauses.
“…it may help him cross the final boundary.”
“And step into Sainthood.”
The air stills.
The three exchange glances.
No embarrassment.
No hesitation.
Only calculation.
Only purpose.
Then,
Lian Jingyi turns her head slightly.
Her gaze moves beyond the pond.
Toward the unseen.
“City Lord,” she says calmly, “what is your opinion?”
Space shifts.
Merin appears.
Standing beside the pond.
He had been watching.
From the moment their cultivation surged.
From the moment they awakened.
He did not hide.
Nor did they prevent him.
His presence is natural.
Expected.
Merin looks at them.
Then speaks plainly.
“You are correct,” he says.
“Dual cultivation with the three of you… will accelerate my path to Sainthood.”
They are not ordinary beings.
They are innate lifeforms.
Connected deeply to the world.
To dual cultivate with them,
Is to touch the world itself.
To see it more clearly.
To refine Law into Dao.
Faster.
More completely.
Lian Ruien steps forward slightly.
Her gaze meets his.
“City Lord,” she asks,
“What are you willing to give us?”
Merin looks at the three sisters, their figures half-submerged in the still water, their presence calm yet resolute, carrying neither shyness nor hesitation, only a quiet determination shaped by thousands of years of waiting.
“What do you three desire?” he asks.
The air shifts.
Without another word, he steps forward into the pond.
Water ripples outward.
At the same time, a formation rises silently around the pond, mist gathering and enclosing the space, isolating it from the outside world.
Lian Ziyou moves first.
She glides through the water toward him, stopping just before him, her gaze steady, her expression composed, yet carrying a depth that words cannot fully convey.
“We sisters,” she says softly, “are offering what is most precious to us.”
Merin’s eyes do not waver.
“I will help you reach Sainthood,” he replies.
The promise is simple.
Absolute.
The other two sisters move closer.
The distance between them closes.
The mist thickens.
The pond grows silent.
And as the formation seals completely, the scene fades into stillness, leaving only the quiet certainty that from this moment onward, all of their fates have become intertwined.