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Chapter 1686 Daoist Rhyme Yin Yang

This battle was truly dark and desolate, a time of utter desolation!

In this battle, Song Yu activated the billions of Dao patterns around his body, which merged and harmonized with the spiritual power around the women. This cultivation-style tempering lasted for three whole months. Everyone focused their minds and were almost completely immersed in the mystery of the intertwining of spiritual power!

Since Song Yu had already become a half-step Dao God, his divine body had long since transcended the shackles of the mortal world, so he did not feel tired at all. On the contrary, the women were drawn by this powerful Dao force, and each of them was almost exhausted. Every time they were about to reach the limit, Song Yu used the Dao rhythm at his fingertips to forcibly stabilize their bodies.

Each time they approached their limit, the women were able to touch the threshold of a new realm under the nourishment of the Daoist energy, and their brows were filled with joy...

As time went by, everyone's breathing became slightly rapid, and the flow of spiritual energy in their bodies gradually slowed down, but they all exuded a sense of exhilaration and ease after breaking through the bottleneck.

"Hmph, my husband, how come you never seem to tire?"

Looking at Song Yu who was so close, Luo Du couldn't help but hum softly. At this moment, her face was as rosy as the morning sun, and the spiritual energy fluctuations around her were slightly disordered and trembling.

Song Yu chuckled softly, a wisp of pale golden Daoist energy flowing from his fingertips, gently brushing against Luo Du's sweat-dampened temples. That warm power seeped into her skin, instantly soothing the disordered spiritual energy within her body.

"I am already a half-step Dao God, this little bit of Dao power consumption is nothing to me." His voice was deep and hoarse, with a hint of mockery. His gaze swept over the women beside him. Xiao Meilin's jade cheeks were flushed, and her slender hands were still tightly gripping his sleeve, as if afraid of being swept away by the torrent of Dao power. Yao Jihua didn't even have the strength to open her eyes, but the corners of her lips were filled with a satisfied smile after the breakthrough...

For him, the three months of dedicated training were more like a cultivation process to hone his Dao heart.

Each breakthrough of the women's limits would trigger the Yin-Yang Dao rhythm hidden within their bodies, resonating with his divine body and causing the Dao God barrier that stood in front of him to show signs of loosening.

Luo Xi let out a soft moan, her spiritual energy completely depleted, and she was as limp as a pool of spring water, but she still glared at him defiantly: "You...you did this on purpose, wanting to drain all our spiritual energy before you're satisfied?"

Before she could finish speaking, she felt a tightness around her waist. Song Yu reached out and pulled her into his arms, his nose touching the crook of her neck. His shallow breaths carried a Daoist rhythm, causing her to tremble slightly.

"Your spiritual energy is depleted?" He chuckled. "But you've all touched upon new paths, haven't you?"

"Hmph, you have the nerve to say that? You haven't devoted yourself to cultivation and refining your Dao with us for hundreds of millions of years!"

Song Yu flipped himself up, reached out and beckoned, and the clothes scattered on the ground in the distance quickly flew over!

"It's time to go out!"

Song Yu chuckled, lightly leaped down, and his clothes automatically put on him. With a turn on the spot, Song Yu was fully dressed!

"Let's go!"

And then there's Youlan. Right now, Youlan is managing the vast Human Emperor's Palace and dealing with various power transitions. She's incredibly busy. I believe that after these three months, Youlan should be almost done with her work!

Song Yu would never forget Youlan just because he was being intimate with the other women!

Youlan is the only woman who has borne him a son!

However, at this point, it is no longer something that Song Yu can control.

Once you reach the half-step Dao God realm, having offspring becomes incredibly difficult, as he is too strong and his partner is too weak!

It's hard to withstand the influx of this essence!

Song Yu was also quite helpless about this; he did wish to have more children!

However, Song Yu suddenly felt a slight movement in his mind, as if he had sensed something. He looked towards the abdomens of the women and saw a strange power surging wildly in Luo Du's abdomen!

Song Yu's eyes narrowed slightly, but he remained silent and did not speak.

"You'd better hurry up and go, lest she get impatient waiting!"

At this moment, all the women put on their clothes and waved to Song Yu.

Song Yu nodded and left.

……

After leaving here, Song Yu went to Youlan's bedroom.

Youlan set up another section in the Emperor's Palace, called the Shadow Gate!

The original Shadow Palace has all stepped onto the Shadow Gate.

Before even entering the palace, Song Yu heard soft voices coming from inside, mixed with the rustling sound of turning pages. He slowed his pace and gently knocked on the door.

"Come in."

A clear, cool, and gentle voice rang out; it was Youlan's voice.

Song Yu pushed open the door and entered. He saw that the palace was simply furnished. On one side, a rosewood wooden table was piled with documents. Youlan was sitting in front of the table, dressed in a plain palace dress. Her black hair was loosely tied up, with a few strands falling at her temples, which made her beautiful face look a little tired.

Holding a wolf-hair brush in her hand, she looked up when she heard this. When she saw Song Yu at the door, a look of surprise flashed in her eyes, followed by a surge of joy, which even made most of the fatigue between her brows disappear.

"You finally came."

Youlan put down her pen, stood up and walked towards him, her skirt brushing the ground, carrying a faint fragrance of orchids.

Song Yu stepped forward, put his arm around her waist, and frowned slightly as his fingertips touched her cool skin: "The affairs of the Human Emperor's Palace are too complicated, you should rest more."

Youlan nestled in his arms, the unique Daoist aura emanating from him lingering around her nose—a comforting scent that instantly relaxed her nerves, which had been tense for three months.

She gently shook her head, her voice soft and gentle: "If I don't keep an eye on things, I'm afraid something will go wrong."

As she spoke, she looked up at Song Yu, her gaze lingering on his handsome features, and smiled warmly: "As for you, after three months of cultivation with them, has your Dao realm improved?"

Song Yu chuckled softly, raised his hand to brush away the stray hairs at her temples, and the pale golden Daoist aura at his fingertips quietly flowed and seeped into her body, instantly soothing her fatigue: "It's more than just progress; that Dao God barrier is already on the verge of collapse."

A look of amazement flashed in Youlan's eyes, followed by a hint of reproach: "You are quite capable, leading them in cultivation is like a stroke of good fortune."

Song Yu lowered his head, his nose brushing against her forehead, his voice deep and gentle: "This fortune naturally includes a share for you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his hand, and the doors and windows of the palace closed automatically. The light inside the palace dimmed, leaving only the hazy daylight filtering in from outside, creating a tranquil atmosphere.

Youlan's cheeks flushed slightly, but she didn't flinch. Instead, she reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingertips lightly tracing his collar.

Unlike Luo Du and the others, who were charming and passionate, she was always gentle and quiet. Even when she expressed her feelings, she did so with a touch of reserved tenderness.

Song Yu carried her and slowly walked to the soft couch in the inner room, where he gently laid her down.

He leaned down to look at her, his gaze as deep as the starry sea, reflecting her beautiful face.

After three months of dedicated cultivation, his Daoist aura became increasingly profound. At this moment, the aura around him seemed to be slowly merging with the aura of Youlan.

Youlan's breathing quickened slightly. She raised her hand and gently placed it on his chest, feeling his steady and strong heartbeat with her fingertips. Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz: "Are there still people guarding outside the palace?"

Song Yu chuckled, raised his hand and touched her brow, and a pale golden barrier enveloped the entire palace, isolating it from all sounds inside and outside.

He leaned closer to her, his lips brushing against her ear, his warm breath carrying a Daoist-like coolness: "It's alright, no one can disturb us."

His fingertips gently traced her eyebrows and eyes, lingering along her jawline. Wherever they touched, a faint golden aura quietly arose, smoothing away the weariness between her brows and giving her skin a subtle glow.

Youlan closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, letting his breath envelop her.

Unlike the exhilarating spiritual energy tempering he experienced with Luo Du and the others, his relationship with You Lan was more like a gentle, flowing resonance of Daoist principles.

Song Yu's body had long transcended the mundane, yet in the moment of embracing her, he felt an unprecedented peace.

Although Youlan's spiritual power was far inferior to his, it carried a unique gentleness, like a trickle of water, slowly flowing into his Dao heart and soothing the restlessness he felt as he ascended to higher Dao realms.

His fingertips gently brushed across her wrist, sensing the flow of spiritual energy within her body. He then followed the trajectory of that spiritual energy and slowly infused his own Daoist essence into her.

Youlan's body trembled slightly as a warm, gentle force spread from where the two had touched, flowing through her limbs and bones, making her feel warm all over. Even the fatigue from handling government affairs earlier vanished without a trace.

She slightly opened her eyes, her gaze shimmering with tears, and looked at Song Yu, who was so close to her. She raised her hand and gently hooked her fingers around his, her voice slightly dreamy: "Your Daoist aura... is so warm."

Song Yu lowered his head and placed a gentle kiss on the corner of her lips, his voice low and husky: "It's warm for you."

His kisses landed on her forehead, her eyebrows, the tip of her nose, and finally lingered on her lips, lingering there.

The Daoist aura and spiritual power surrounding the two seemed to be drawn together, slowly intertwining and transforming into pale golden ribbons of light that swirled and danced within the palace.

Those bands of light gently wrapped around the two of them, like the most mysterious bond in the world, tightly connecting their Dao hearts.

Youlan's breathing became more and more rapid, but she did not resist at all. She simply raised her hands and hugged his back tightly, pressing her cheek against his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, and feeling his unique aura.

She knew that Song Yu must have gained a lot from his three months of cultivation, and that their union at this moment was a rare and unparalleled blessing for her.

Her spiritual power, nourished by his Daoist aura, was quietly rising at a slow but steady pace.

After an unknown amount of time, the light bands inside the hall gradually receded and slowly merged into the bodies of the two people.

Song Yu held Youlan in his arms, leaning against the soft couch, his fingertips gently combing through her messy long hair.

Youlan closed her eyes, leaned against him, her breathing steady, a satisfied smile on her lips, and fell into a deep sleep.

Clearly, the hardships of the past few days had left her physically and mentally exhausted. Only now, in his arms, could she completely let down her guard and drift peacefully into sleep!

Song Yu looked down at her peaceful sleeping face, his eyes full of tenderness.