It is You!

Fifteen thousand years ago,

In a remote town on planet Vera, three people were busy discussing something among themselves inside a rundown tavern, the first one was a bald man who looked past his middle age, the second a hawk nosed man with very thick eyebrows and a third was an aged man with such a normal face that could easily disappear in a crowd.

The third person spoke, "Well Cyrus how is your work going within Shangri-la?", the man asked jovially to the second man.

The man named Cyrus scowled, "tsk, why did you have to spoil the mood now, the big tittied bitch is so demanding, do this or do that and always in mood to punish, hmmm 'Empress', sometimes I want to just gut that harlot."

The bald man laughed loudly at him while the third person just chuckled lowly.

Cyrus lost in anger stood up while knocking their table, "How dare you laugh at my miseries, Jaramillo, Galvan you are supposed to be my friends."

Galvan controlled his laughter as he spoke, "Calm down Cyrus, but why do you want to kill that harlot, when you can have him under teaching her real place, as you use her to get out of the stress after a long days work while she writhe in pleasure moaning your name like a good little slut."

Cyrus looked somewhat interested at that, but he was intervened by Jaramillo, "Also I think you can easily become the 'Emperor', if you can make that woman heel."

The others looked at him as Cyrus asked a very important question, "How?"

Jaramillo gave a crooked smile as he began with a mocking smile, "Well you so called righteous cultivators do not know this but we the so called demonic cultivators have many interesting way's, 'Aphrodite's binding', a powerful drug that will bring even the most staunchest of your enemies, on their knees as your personal slut, they will obey your every command like a good little slave no matter how degrading it may seem. Now if you order them to pass their throne to you…."

Both Cyrus and Galvan gave an equally crooked smile their eyes clouded with lust and greed as they creepily spoke together, "You demonic cultivators surely have a devious mind."

Jaramillo just spoke with a smile, "oi oi you are from righteous sect you should not praise scum like us."

At that both Galvin and Cyrus cracked a small smile, "Only a fool will follow that differentiation, without each other knowledge there is no way any can move get stronger, and after all at the end of the day the only thing that matters is strength."

Jaramillo, "So true but I would need ingredients without some help it will be difficult for me to gather each and every one of them."

Cyrus just smiled, "Leave it to me I will gather them for you using my connections."

Jaramillo smiled, "Well then I would be in you care Brother Cyrus, also I will take care of the few ingredients as if you are caught trying to gather them you will surely be executed."

Cyrus, "As you wish brother but we have to work fast, I cannot control myself thinking about those beauties any longer."

"Hahahaha ", aloud laughter was heard by everyone who were present near the tavern.

A few decades later, Cyrus was summoned by the 'Empress' during the middle of the night, unknown to his brothers he had used the special drugs a couple of days before their schedule date of the mission he could no longer control himself any longer he wanted to taste the forbidden fruit. Now his dreams would come true he would show their place beneath them as he ruled like an Emperor he was so happy that he looked as if he was skipping in happiness.

He strolled inside the Empresses personal Palace as if he was the Emperor and practically kicked the door open only to be brought on his knees hard, "Welcome, Cyrus it seems you have grown a spine and become a very naughty child, and naughty child needs to be punished.", Cyrus's world turned upside down in an instant as various thoughts ran inside his mind, 'Did Jaramillo and Galvin betrayed me? Was the drug just a hoax?'

He did not know what to do, he was pinned down on the ground by very strong warriors so moving was out of question he could have used his secret technique but he could not use even an iota of his Ki as such he could not help but ask out loud, "How did you find out?".

Empress Antariskh just snorted at that, "We have around even before your great great Grandfather's father was conceived, did you think we could not detect a pathetic drug like 'Aphrodite's Binding', I knew you were ambitious but this, it was pathetic we expected more from you, Sister Shamiran will be a dear and kindly ask this idiot who his co conspirators were."

Shamiran: "With pleasure your Highness", as her face morphed into a bloodthirsty grin.

Antariskh turned towards Sylvana as she ordered, "Make sure this matter is not leaked outside not even to his deputy after he confesses we will judge him in our court."

Half a day, only within half a day a rank 1st Dao Father was broken, his eyes were dimmed he looked more like a corpse, Shamiran had outright started torturing she had completely sealed his power turning him to a mere mortal before she began her torture, various painful toxins were used, Shamiran made sure to make him suffer so much so that she used multiple Arrays on him, one heightened his pain receptors to the point that even a simple touch using a feather would be equivalent to breaking every bone his body, on top of that she made sure to heightened his senses to the point that time itself seemed so slow to him even a simple second past now was equivalent to 100 second in normal situations. Then came the pain unbearable no matter how many times he was wounded when he was near death another sea would activate forcibly converting his own life essence to heal him bringing him back to his perfect condition. The pain was driving him insane he tired committing suicide he was sure he succeeded by biting his tongue but it seemed he was being resurrected and the process began again, his soul screamed in pain each time it felt as if it was torn to pieces before being sown back.

He gave every bit of information he had about Jaramillo and Galvin, he just wanted to die, no more no more no more please stop! please stop! please stop! please stop! he pleaded he begged but the torture did not stop he was broken he gave every secret he knew even his most dirtiest ones the most embarrassing ones yet the laughter did not stop as Shamiran did not stop playing with him, he was broken mentally physically spiritually he was broken he could no longer think, he could no longer feel, he could no longer understand anything just a broken man who was now a complete vegetable, Shamiran pouted she was having so much fun now his toy broke she hadn't had all her fun such disappointment. She had her people drag the broken man into a stadium with his face covered by a burlap bag as she sent a message to both Antariskh and Sylvana that she had just finished her investigation.

She arrived inside the stadium as she made her way to her throne on the right side of Antariskh as she graced both of her sisters with a kind smile.

Soon as many as a thousand people were dragged in chains as they were forced to kneel in front of them Cyrus was kneeling with his hands tied together the sack still on his head. Everyone who were present at the stadium looked at the sight in confusion the people who were kneeling were from various walks of life some old some young some who were still children were there in chains.

Sylavana just motioned towards one of their guards who just acknowledged her command with a nod, soon this scene was telecast Live with the help of special array to every major branch of Shangri-la as many people gathered around to see the show.

Antariskh stood up as she addressed the crowd, "Please remove the burlap sack from the top of that scum's head.", a guard came forward as she removed the bag exposing Cyrus's visage for the entire audience to see, a chill ran through everyone's spine as the saw the soulless orbs of Cyrus as drool was leaking from his mouth, the arrogant and powerful Head of the Eastern Branch of Shangri-la was reduced to such a pitiful state, "This scum known as Cyrus the Head of Eastern Branch of Shangri-la, along with a few nefarious people hatched a plan to bite the hand that feed him nurtured his growth, they planned to drug us and our beloved sisters Princess Sylavana and Princess Shamiran, into becoming his obedient slave after which he would use us for his own sick twisted pleasure by defiling us and usurping our throne, as such We the Empress of the Shangri-la Pavilion hereby decree anyone and their descendants for all eternity who had been involved with him at his nefarious ploy as an enemy of not only Shangri-la but even our family and hence We sentence them to death through immolation except for the scum named Cyrus whom I decree to have his soul completely destroyed never to reincarnate again. The sentence to be carried out immediately.", her visage was stoic but the anger could be felt by everyone.

The people who were chained tried to plead for mercy but they never got a chance, men women children regardless of age turned to ash that day, and the broken man had his soul destroyed completely. That was the day which caused every person who witnessed her wrath tremble in fear at her cruelty, even after so many millennia had passed they still made sure to avoid incurring her wrath.

This incident was also the one which led to the destruction of the 'Nine Headed Dragon' school, the head of the school was none other than Galvin, Antariskh herself led her army along with her sistersas she personally captured Galvin before turning every person who was related to the school to ash before letting Shamiran play with Galvin breaking him before he suffered the same fate as Cyrus.

Jaramillo was always a paranoid and a cowardly person he loves using puppets made of corpses of powerful cultivator as a medium with which he interacts with everyone Galvin and Cyrus were no exception, as such nobody knows how he looks or his real name or what is he like not even his own students know anything about him including his gender, but as he uses male puppets more most assume that Jaramillo is a male.

That day he was planning to visit Cyrus using one of his puppets as such he got first seat for the execution, he tried to warn Galvin but he arrived late but he watched from a distance the fate of another of her brother, he felt his blood turn cold when he watched the Empress casually send a glance and a knowing smirk towards him, who was hiding hundreds of miles away from that place he gave up his puppet and gave his all to escape from them.

Now at present,

Jaramillo looked towards one of the woman who was still floating on the air, as his eyes widen in recognition a fearful voice came out of his throat, "It is You!", as such he soon retaliated by immediately abandoning his new puppet body, his people he fled as he quickly as he could as he cut all connection with it and using his special blood escape technique combined with a special space time techniques which utilized almost all of his blood essence as well as a major decrease in his strength as he fell from peak ranked Dao Father to 5th rank Dao Father he fled and within half a second he was at least a galaxy away from that place that woman, as his hideout immediately detonated erasing every presence of his and every men who were under his command suddenly fell dead.

Antariskh gave an annoyed look, "tch that idiot ran away and his men all died, oh well now what should we with you lot. ", as she gave Mugam'ma and his followers her undivided attention.