The darkness swallowed everything.
Tianlong's consciousness plunged deep, diving through layers of burning crimson that felt like molten metal scraping against his soul.
Yuna's subconscious was a labyrinth—a chaotic mess of fragmented memories bleeding into twisted fantasies, all soaked in the overwhelming Yang Qi he'd pumped into her womb for twelve straight hours.
'This is bad,' he thought, eyes narrowing as he felt the heat intensify. 'Her bloodline is tearing itself apart trying to evolve.'
But before he could push deeper, the world around him shifted.
Suddenly, he wasn't diving anymore.
He was standing.
Standing in a garden.
The scent hit him first—cherry blossoms mixed with freshly cut grass. Tianlong blinked, looking around at the meticulously maintained estate garden surrounding him. Stone pathways wound between flowering bushes, leading toward a massive manor house in the distance.
"Where...?"
