As the gong of alarm boomed in Chandra's mind, Konrad waved his hand, causing the former Moon Lord's 3,000 consorts to appear within the gargantuan hall. They stood in order of cultivation and position, with Chandra's primary wife, the only half-step Legendary Goddess of the lot—standing at the helm with his Ancestral Goddess-level consorts right behind. The rest lined up in similar fashion.

In the very instant that they appeared, the 3,000 Goddesses curtsied toward Konrad.

"Greetings, Master!"

They said in tandem, and as he swept the scene, Konrad was forced to admit that Chandra's choice of consorts was indeed outstanding. Even in the Celestial World where beauties abounded, those undoubtedly stood out. In terms of looks though the Nagas and Moon Spirits fell a step short to the Maras and Dream Spirits, they possessed a unique, stately yet enticing air the others couldn't showcase. Better, the moonlight swirling around their form was a marvel of its own.

On typical days, Chandra relished in that sight. But on this occasion, he floundered, staggered, and recoiled on five steps. Alas, an invisible barrier stopped him in his backpedaling, and pushed him right back beside Konrad.

"Despicable ingrate, don't you know that this your day of glory? I specifically prepared them all to help you breakthrough in bloodline and cultivation level! How can you be this ungrateful?!"

Konrad snarled in indignation! And hearing the heartfelt, wronged tone lacing his words, for a moment, Chandra truly believed he'd misjudged his master. But the moment didn't last, for he recalled who he was dealing with. Even a pig could see that today, wanton mental abuse awaited him!

"Oink! Oink!"

Chandra pleaded in words that translated as "Master please spare me!"

Alas, his supplications fell on deaf ears.

"I command you to stay where you are and not miss the tiniest bit of this show. It will be of tremendous help to your cultivation. By the time we're done, reaching the peak of the Legendary God Rank is a must. Half-step Overgod isn't impossible, and if you're particularly diligent, in the nearby future, becoming an Overgod is a certainty."

Konrad reminded before stepping toward Chandra's former consorts. On the scene, only the half-step Legendary Goddess and the 10 Ancestral Goddesses were of genuine use to his cultivation. The rest just served his profane lust and depraved mind. As he stepped toward them, knowing and anticipating what was to come, Chandra's wife and primary consorts stood up and rushed toward Konrad, cluttering the space around him like new maids eagerly seeking merit.

"Master, please let us undress you."

Chandra's wife and primary consorts requested like a submissive choir, and nodding in approval, Konrad stretched out his arms, letting them undo his belt, remove his imperial robe, and lower his pants before the helpless Chandra. Witnessing this scene, Chandra felt his heart tighten, squeezed by an invisible force that clutched at his very soul. Yet, at the same time, his cultivation base rotated.

5,000 Godheads appeared at his back, each rippling with tremendous God-Force. All along, 5,000 had been Chandra's limit, and he failed to take another step forward. But as he observed his consorts' undressing of their new master, the 5,001st was condensing at a rapid pace—and his cultivation base thrived alongside it.

Konrad's clothes tumbled onto the ground, revealing his empyrean body to the Goddesses' startled eyes. For a second, their mouths curved into an "O" shape, but basking in his unconstrained scent rapidly flooded their minds with salacious thoughts. It didn't take long for their eyes to glaze with lust.

Not only they, but the thousands of consorts standing behind fared no better, trembling with soaring needs while squeezing their inner thighs against one another. Chandra's cultivation speed heightened, with a second and third godhead forming in succession. At the same time, tears filled his eyes.

"Oink! Oink!"

He lamented in pig's language. But to no avail.

"Undress."

Konrad ordered, and the former consorts unanimously disrobed, tossing their clothes and undergarments toward Chandra, who could only begrudgingly watch over them. More Godheads followed.

"Ahh...ahh...ahh…"

The Goddesses moaned while rubbing their drenched inner thighs against one another.

With his Quasi-Firmament Bloodline Level, Konrad's floral scent had turned into a mind-boggling aphrodisiac that could make any Legendary Goddess spread her legs with just a whiff. Exposed to it for so long, the Goddesses soon lost their minds, became slaves of their lust, and swarmed every available inch of Konrad's body, rubbing themselves on him when they couldn't find a part to lick or suckle.

Faster than the others, Chandra's wife knelt before Konrad's cock which had already risen to attention, and while holding onto his waist, opened her mouth wide to swallow his rod in one go.

"Unfair…"

"You're too greedy!"

"Give me some!"

Complaints broke out left and right, as the other consorts fought for a piece of the supreme rod. The scene soon became chaotic, with four of Chandra's former consorts licking and sucking Konrad's massive rod as another two slurped his balls.

Of the remaining five, two rubbed their cunts against Konrad's thighs while stroking his six-packs and licking his broad chest. Another two lay on the ground, rubbing themselves one his legs while the last licked his back.

*Slurp* *Slurp* *Slurp*

"Ahh...ahhh...ahhh!"

They sucked and moaned in delight.

In a flash, Chandra condensed 50 Godheads. At the same time, his bloodline strength rose substantially. Alas, this progress came at the price of a flood of warm tears!

"Oiiiiiiink!"

Chandra wailed, stretching out his trembling hands toward that picture of debauchery his eyes found so traumatizing.

His complaints found no audience.

Konrad's hands roamed his former consorts' bodies, first pinching their erect nipples and groping their breasts and asses—slapping a few jiggling ass cheeks in the process, before inserting his fingers in their rears and fingering them to ecstasy.

"Ohhh!"

The finger blessed groaned and quivered in their orgasm. Those rubbing their cunts against Konrad's legs came soon afterward. Konrad released a contented sigh and unloaded his large jets of spunk on the faces of Chandra's kneeling former consorts.

200 Godheads followed.

Alas, this was but a warmup. In the same order of strength, the 3,000 consorts lined up before Konrad, bending over on all four, and sticking out their butts toward him.

With a wolfish grin, and to Chandra's supreme dismay, Konrad grew a second cock, as massive as the original one, and aimed at Chandra's former wife, slamming his rods into her ass and cunt with one direct thrust. Her walls clenched around his meat-rods, squeezing them as if her body and soul couldn't bear letting them go.

"Ohhhh!"

The Naga Goddess groaned in delight while her eyes rolled back.

300 Godheads grew behind Chandra, Konrad pulled back to the hilt and slammed his cocks all the way down in a succession of rapid thrust. With their level of wetness and desperate hunger for his rods, going slow would only drive them mad. How could Konrad bear harming such willing ladies?

"Ahhh...ahhh...ahhh! Yes, more...master, more!"

Without restraint, Konrad hammered at the Goddess' ass, plowing her cunt and rear with barbaric speed as she groaned in frenzied delight. And as Konrad pumped his cock in Chandra's former wife, the latter saw his Godheads multiply. Konrad's Law Revolution Creed kicked into gear, and as he rammed the luscious holes, the harvesting began!