The Inheritance Of The Supreme Immortals

The Eternal City was not just a single city; it was a collection of hundreds of cities, each with towering castles that pierced the heavens.

This magnificent creation, the most awe-inspiring in the universe, was crafted by the Great Emperor, the Son of the Universe.

His vision had been clear: he wanted the perfect home to share with his beloved wives.

One might think such a grand design was excessive for a home, and indeed, from cultivators to gods, even his wives themselves believed their husband had gone overboard.

What they failed to understand was that, in the Emperor's eyes, even this was not enough.

Who was the Emperor? He was the most unique being to have ever existed or ever to exist.

The son of the Universal Tree and the only brother of the World Tree, he was a being favored by fate and luck alike.

How could someone of such immense greatness do anything halfway?

The Emperor had envisioned a city that would offer everything imaginable, from cultivation resources so rare that even in a million years they could not be found, to universal-level delicacies delivered directly to one's doorstep with just a wave of the hand.

From start to finish, top to bottom, the city had it all—an end-to-end masterpiece, embodying the full spectrum of creation.

There was nothing beyond the reach of this city.

It stood as a symbol of the Emperor's endless love and obsession for his wives.

Yet, despite all its grandeur, he constantly felt it was still not enough.

Even in this second life, he found himself thinking of millions of ways to improve the city.

But at the moment, his mind was preoccupied with something else.

In one of the hundreds of heavenly castles within the Eternal City, inside one of its vast, opulent bedrooms, the Great Emperor lay calmly on a massive bed, his magnificent form entirely unclothed.

As expected, he was not alone.

On top of him was a woman whose beauty defied description, using his body as her bed.

She slept soundly, her gentle breaths soft and rhythmic after a long, exhausting week of work.

Like him, she was completely naked.

Though the bed was large enough for ten people to sleep in comfortably, she preferred to rest directly on his body.

And Sam, of course, had no complaints—quite the opposite, he adored this arrangement.

A soft smile played on his lips for reasons unknown, as he glanced down at the woman's face, resting on his chest, with a small droplet of drool escaping from her lips.

Her milky skin was flawless, without a single imperfection.

He could feel the steady rhythm of her heartbeat through the intimate contact of their bare skin.

Not just their bare skin, but even their most intimate parts were still deeply connected.

Sensing something, the woman pouted slightly, her sharp eyelids fluttering open to reveal yellowish-golden pupils.

Wiping the drool from her lips, she slowly lifted her upper body and comfortably positioned herself on his hips, causing him to sink even deeper inside her—not that she complained.

"How long was I asleep?" Sha asked, wiping her drool on his chest with a tender, affectionate touch.

"Two days," Sam replied.

"I slept for two whole days? Why didn't you wake me up?"

"Well, you looked too adorable while sleeping to disturb you," Sam said with a grin.

"Hmph, always acting cheeky..." Adriana snorted cutely, her attention shifting to something that made her bite her rosy lip.

"And why are you still hard as a rock? Is doing it non-stop for an entire week not enough for you?"

Seeing her cute, accusing face, Sam felt his desire flare up once more.

He rose, pulling Adriana down gently beneath him.

With a swift motion, he hovered over her, bringing his lips closer to hers—an approach she welcomed without protest.

Looking at her gorgeous face, full of love and devotion for him, he sighed.

"Honestly, it's never enough," Sam whispered, giving her a soft kiss before pulling back with a tired expression.

"You're saying you can never be fully satisfied?" Adriana sensed a trace of distress in his tone, and as one of his wives, she felt it was her duty to understand his feelings.

"My libido is endless. I can never truly feel satisfied," Sam confessed.

"Being the progenitor of all races has only amplified what was already an insatiable drive... If I weren't a being similar to a world tree, I would've lost control a long time ago."

"Does that mean you could go on for years without stopping?"

"Years? That's nothing," Sam replied with a faint smile.

Adriana gulped, trying not to imagine what that would be like.

The thought of experiencing such pleasure was overwhelming—even for her, an elder dragon who could last over a week with Sam.

She doubted there was anyone else in existence who could match his seemingly boundless libido.

"I-I see... but I don't understand. What do you mean by 'a world tree-like being'? Aren't you the son of the Universal Tree?" she asked, curious.

"To be honest, I don't know exactly what I am," Sam admitted. "But to understand my nature, you have to first understand the reality of existence itself."

Adriana nodded silently, giving him her full attention as he began to explain the story of creation.

Everything in this universe, all of it, was born when a massive, unknown energy called Chaos split into two opposing forces: Positive Energy and Negative Energy.

"From that split, a singular entity emerged, absorbing half of both energies—this entity was the Universal Tree, my mother."

Adriana listened intently, not daring to interrupt as Sam unfolded the origins of the universe.

"Afterward, the remaining Positive Energy transformed into an entity known as the Primordial Positivity, while the Negative Energy became an entity called the Primordial Negativity."

With the Universal Tree's birth, a domain emerged, expanding infinitely, even to this day, as it feeds off the energies of these three primordial beings.

We call this domain The Universe.

"From my mother, the Universal Tree, my sisters—the World Trees—were born. And from them, worlds came into existence."

Sam's gaze turned distant as he explained. "A World Tree doesn't just birth worlds—it creates entire dimensions."

Typically, a World Tree is born on a desolate, lifeless planet. Its energy causes the world to flourish, and as the world grows, so does the world tree.

As the world tree matures, it gives birth to smaller worlds, each interconnected with the prime world that houses the World Tree, creating what we know as a dimension.

As the number of worlds and their power increase, the entire universe grows stronger in turn.

"At least, that's how every other universe usually works," Sam sighed.

"Are you saying that's not how our universe operates?" Adriana asked, her voice tinged with bewilderment.

She felt a growing unease at her husband's implication that their universe might not function as others did.

"Exactly," Sam replied.

"Every single second, a universe gets erased, and a new one is born. Yet out of the countless millions of universes out there, not a single one contains a being like me—a son of the Universal Tree."

He paused before continuing. "According to the rules that govern reality, a being like me shouldn't exist. It's actually impossible. No matter how strong or weak, how old or new a universe may be, it's simply not allowed for something like me to exist."

"Then how do you exist here?" Adriana asked, her voice rising with anxiety as she struggled to process what she was hearing.

"That's a mystery even to me," Sam admitted.

"As far as my mother explained it, she instinctively knew I would be born if she used all her energy—though it came at the cost of harming herself. Somehow, she knew she wouldn't fail. That's why I've said I don't even know what kind of being I truly am.

But what I do know is that I hold almost the same influence as my mother, and my role is to serve as her protector, her guardian, and a force of creation."

"As a being of creation, one of my life's purposes is to create. However, my sense of creation seems vastly different from that of my sisters," Sam explained.

"Their focus lies in the creation of worlds and the nurturing of life within them."

"My sense of creation, on the other hand, appears to encompass every aspect of the process. My role seems to be a combination of my mother's and my aunts'—the three Primordials: the Universal Tree, Positivity, and Negativity."

"My mother, the Universal Tree, generates the energy that sustains all forms of life. The Primordial Positivity oversees creation, while the Primordial Negativity governs destruction. Together, they maintain the balance of life throughout the universe. And then there's me...

with the ability to influence every part of this cycle on a large scale, although not to the same extent as the three Primordials," Sam continued thoughtfully.

He paused for a moment, reflecting. "Actually, I believe my influence over the universal cycle is steadily growing, even if it has yet to reach its full potential."

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