High atop the floating Jade Sky Palace, the Heavenly Sect of Pure Lotus stood as the last refuge of chastity and spiritual righteousness.
Its priestesses — veiled in white, untouched by lust, wielders of sacred Qi — were feared and admired. It was said not even a man's shadow had ever touched their inner sanctum.
Until now.
Your arrival split the clouds.
You rode the skies not on a beast, but on a throne carried by bound immortals — your women groaning beneath you, pierced and branded, their chains trailing behind like banners of blasphemy.
The Sect watched in silent horror from above.
"Xie Wuyou has come," whispered one trembling nun. "He will defile everything."
You landed at the gates of the Pure Lotus Temple.
Without raising a finger, the holy barrier shattered. Divine defenses crumbled at the weight of your lust-fueled cultivation. The bell tolled thrice — once for purity, once for defeat, and finally… once for submission.
You strode through the gates, your aura dark and intoxicating, eyes drinking in every trembling virgin.
The Holy Defilement Begins
The Head Priestess stepped forward — tall, silver-haired, clothed in ceremonial silk. She tried to raise a seal against you.
"Demon," she spat. "Begone."
You flicked your finger.
Her seal reversed, binding her wrists above her head. Her robes burned away into nothing. She gasped as her body was bared before her disciples.
"Purity is a lie," you whispered into her ear. "You were made for worship."
She trembled as her womb crest appeared — unbidden, glowing with latent submission. You touched it. She moaned.
From that moment, the corruption spread like wildfire.
Disciples knelt, robes falling open, bewitched by your aura.
Holy mantras turned into breathless moans as you rewrote their cultivation techniques to channel lust instead of serenity.
Ceremonial staffs turned into toys. Prayer beads into restraints. Veils into collars.
You personally took the high altar, laying the Head Priestess across the sacred platform where countless virgin prayers had been whispered… and defiled her purity before the entire sect, her screams echoing into the heavens, not in pain, but in complete, euphoric surrender.
"Heaven is a throne," she sobbed. "And you are the only god."
By nightfall, the Jade Sky Palace had become the Crimson Cloud Brothel-Sanctum — its nunhood transformed into an elite order of sacred concubines, each pierced, branded, and trained in pleasure cultivation.
Their new vows were sealed in nectar and ink:
"We offer our Qi, our bodies, our faith — to the Flesh God. To Wuyou. Forever."