Move Forward.

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Shaking her head as she noticed her husband's twitching eyebrows, Margarita watched as he continued to lick and lightly bite both Guinevere's and Seraphine's perfume-scented armpits. The two women, however, remained focused on the Fate TV, showing no erotic emotions—static as always. Sighing, Margarita said, "My husband still holds onto a sliver of anger towards me, because my face reminds him of that humiliating experience. That's why he refuses to engage in any conversation with me."

Emma Frost, watching her husband try to touch the two girls' breasts, only to be stopped by them, sighed and said to the fifty sisters present, "You're right, elder sister Margarita. When he says he wants you, elder sisters, to be equal, he selfishly repeats it like a broken record, not wanting you to deny him. Every promise he makes in this dark mode can't be trusted."

Nodding as she observed her husband's uncontrollable twitching eyebrows, Illyana Rasputina, who was responsible for stopping him if he lost control, sighed and said, "You're right, elder sister Emma. No promise is trustworthy when he's consumed by his dark desires. Sigh… husband, why do you let your ego cloud your judgment, my symphony? We've given you leniency, allowing you not to face the same consequences as us, since it only happened once."

Pausing, Illyana continued, "Not only that, we also let you violate me repeatedly when a new sister arrives. But why are you still so inconsiderate, using us like property despite the sacrifices we've made for you? It breaks my heart when you don't love me and just use me as a disposable tool."

Sighing, Tian Xing let go of his melodies and pulled Margarita into his embrace before saying, "You're right. I was foolish not to think clearly about my words then. Thank you for treating me the same—it helps me understand what you've been suffering."

Snorting, Cammy retorted, "Same treatment? Are you truly that delusional, husband? Do you think what we've gone through is mild compared to yours? There's something clearly wrong with you if you can't see our suffering. Don't even think for a second that you understand what we've been through. You're just selfish, wanting everything from us but never giving anything back."

Suddenly angered, Tian Xing retorted, "Isn't my Tian Ming Dao enough?"

Chuckling derisively, Cammy looked at him as if he were a fool, "Yours? Once again, yours?"

Stunned, realizing that he had only provided them general guidance and nothing special to each of them individually—something they could easily achieve on their own now that they understood Tian Ming Dao equally—Tian Xing sighed and looked into Margarita's eyes. "You're right. This Dao was granted by the Tao to begin with. If you had received the same thing I did, I probably wouldn't have handled it any better than you. I'm sorry. From now on, I'll give each of you the individual attention you deserve."

Nodding, knowing her husband Yang Light Desire now who was the type who always kept a humble heart capable of leaving everyone in the dust, Margarita replied, "That's good if husband understands now. Don't forget to love me, again and again, okay? Don't see us as a means to an end or from a survival-of-the-fittest perspective."

"Yes, my melody. I love you."

"I love you too, my symphony."

Turning toward his wife Guinevere, Tian Xing pulled her closer, kissed the top of her head, and said, "I'm sorry, my melody. I had the urge to do something unpleasant to you, desiring your small body like a demon of pedophilia would. Even though your lifespan and experience make you an adult, the fact that my mind even considered such a disgusting and nauseating act—just because you appear barely legal—shows that I should be killed immediately by you, love."

Shaking her head, Guinevere pulled her husband closer, kissed the top of his head, and replied, "I know, my symphony, I know. That's why I wanted to stop you from doing this in the first place. One mistake is enough for you to learn from. My husband isn't someone who can't grow from his past errors. Just one experience is enough, and my Tian can learn ten thousand things from it."

Turning toward Seraphine, Tian Xing kissed her on the head and said, "Thank you, my wife, for trusting me and giving me a chance, again and again."

Nodding, Seraphine replied, "I will always trust and support everything your Light Desire does, husband. But if your Dark Desire surfaces, no matter how many times you kill me, I'll make sure to bring you back to your senses. My Tian always follows the Tao in everything he does. Please, never change who you are just because of simple emotions like lust."

Turning toward Margarita, Tian Xing kissed her on the head and said, "I will, my melody, I will."

Pausing, he then asked, "So, I heard you all want to turn this False Dao World into just one abode on a floating island. Care to tell your husband about your progress? I think it's time for us to advance and move forward again. Since the Yin Confusion and Yang Contradiction of having multiple wives have somewhat diminished, my mind is clearer now. I'm no longer stuck thinking only about the Serene Lotus Pavilion members and their complications, like you wanted to end yourself over."

Nodding, Margarita took the tablet handed to her by Emma and said, "Junior sisters Currie, Cindy Aurum, Brigitte Lindholm, Letty Ortiz, Maggie Payton, and many others who follow the Mechanical Dao or something similar, are currently seventy percent finished with transforming our world. Soon, it will be a floating island we can carry with us wherever we go. However, since we had to disconnect from the Mystical Realm Hub, our False Dao World, being an imitation, cannot have its own independent space like the various levels of the heavens. The drawback is that we cannot receive new members from different heavens who wish to forsake their divinity from the high heavens and ascend from the earth below."

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