My sister Lisbeth and I were the last Twin Life-Lotus blossoms on the Spirit Lotus Continent. On our human transformation day, the heavens granted us two sacred fertility arts— Lisbeth, fearing childbirth pains, seized Immaculate Transference—the power to shift pregnancies to others. I was left with Miraculous Brood—bearing multiple offspring at once. We were wed to two great clans: her to the Tiger Prince, me to Dragon Prince Kaelan. But Lisbeth was insatiable. Night after night, she bedded beastmen of every tribe. To hide her bastards, she forced their unborn into my womb. I birthed litter after litter of mongrels—wolf, bear, and serpent hybrids—branded a continent-wide harlot. Prince Kaelan called me a stain on dragon blood. Each birth, he slaughtered the newborns before me, shoving their raw flesh into my mouth until I swallowed every piece. I leapt from Sacred Peak’s ten-thousand-foot cliffs. When I awoke—it was transformation day again. Just as before, Lisbeth lunged for the gift of Immaculate Transference. But this time, to my astonishment, the gift that remained for me was different. It was no longer Miraculous Brood. It was… Bloodline Ascension. I eagerly absorbed it into my soul. This time, I would accept every child she forced upon me. And with this power, I would transform them. I would unleash the long-extinct Mythic Beasts of Old, and they would once again walk the Animus Continent. The day of our transformation arrived. The most powerful beastmen from across the four seas gathered, forming a suffocating ring around the sacred ground where we grew. They were all here for us, for the Progenitor's Gifts we would receive, gifts that could ensure the future of their bloodlines. Even before her petals fully unfurled, Lisbeth was already swaying seductively in the wind, a picture of captivating charm. She leaned toward me, her voice dripping with false concern. "Lyra, my sweet little sister, you're so naive about the ways of the world. Let me choose first. I promise, I'll leave the best gift for you." She'd said the exact same thing in my past life. And she had indeed chosen the lesser gift of Immaculate Transference, leaving the supposedly superior Miraculous Brood for me. Back then, I was filled with gratitude, believing in the depth of our sisterly bond. I was a fool. From the very beginning, her plan was to use me as her vessel, a scapegoat for her lust. She would spend her nights tangled in the sheets of countless lovers, while I would endure the agony of childbirth and the shame of being branded the filthiest woman alive. The memory ignited a firestorm of hatred in my heart. The heavens had granted me a second chance, and this time, I would rewrite my destiny. Two bolts of celestial lightning struck the ground before us, materializing into two spheres of golden light. Floating within them were the Progenitor's Gifts, visible only to my sister and me. Relying on my memory, I darted toward the light on the left. That should have been Immaculate Transference. But as I drew closer, I saw the words shimmering within, and my heart stopped. It was a power I had never seen before, a celestial-grade gift: Bloodline Ascension. As I stared in confusion, I heard Lisbeth whisper to herself, "Immaculate Transference? Does that mean I don't have to suffer the pain of childbirth? Perfect. You're mine." Her words snapped me out of my daze, and confusion turned to elation. She was setting the same trap. But this time, I wouldn't just avoid it—I would shatter it completely. With the gift of Bloodline Ascension, I would never again bear the weight of her sins. No matter what creature she conceived—be it serpent, bear, or dog—I could elevate its bloodline, transforming it into a legendary beast of myth, like the Taotie, the Hydra, or the Bai-ze, creatures long lost to time. With a surge of triumph, while Lisbeth was distracted, I reached out and absorbed the celestial gift of Bloodline Ascension into my very being. Lisbeth claimed her own gift and then turned to me, her eyes glinting. "Lyra, I saved the better one for you. What is your gift?" "Miraculous Brood," I lied. A flicker of smug satisfaction crossed her face. Then, she turned to the assembled crowd of beastmen and announced in a loud, clear voice, "The time has come for you to choose your brides! I, Lisbeth, am a simple soul, but my sister Lyra is ambitious. She desires everything." "That is why I gave her the superior gift. I urge you to consider her first!" It was the same manipulative speech as before, elevating herself while planting the seeds of my future ruin. Just then, a formidable figure stepped forward. Clad in golden armor, it was my husband from my past life: the Dragon Prince, Kaelan. As the crown prince of the Dragon Clan, a true Golden Dragon, he had the first right to choose his bride. His eyes met mine, and I quickly looked away. I couldn't marry him again. He was a tyrant, a man ruled by his own violent whims. In my past life, no matter how I pleaded, he was convinced I was a tainted woman, forcing me to suffer the unspeakable agony of eating my own children. But he strode directly to me and took my hand. Beside me, Lisbeth's face fell. She must have thought her 'pure maiden' act would win Kaelan over. But Kaelan valued power above all else. In my past life, if Lisbeth, consumed by jealousy, hadn't immediately forced a litter of nine mongrel pups on me... if I had first birthed nine dragons for Kaelan... perhaps my fate would have been different. But none of that mattered now. I would not be his bride in this life. Kaelan held my hand, his voice ringing with false passion. "Lyra, will you be my Dragon Queen?" A roar of applause erupted from the crowd. To them, our union meant the birth of true dragons, the rise of a new Beast King who could finally unite the warring clans of the continent. I hesitated, trying to think of a way to refuse him without revealing that I had been reborn. But in that moment of hesitation, Kaelan's expression twisted into one of pure disgust. He shoved me violently away, sending me stumbling backward. "Filthy woman!" he spat, his voice laced with venom. "Even with a superior gift, I would never marry you!" I stared, stunned. And then I realized. He had been reborn, too. Before I jumped from the cliff, I had poisoned his food with a soul-shattering toxin. It seemed he had eaten it. The crowd gasped, shocked by his sudden reversal. They looked to him for an explanation. After all, I was a heavenly-blessed Life-Lotus. Kaelan sneered down at me, even spitting on the ground at my feet. He surveyed the crowd like a judge delivering a verdict. "As a Golden Dragon, I possess the gift of foresight," he announced. "The moment I touched Lyra's hand, I saw her future: a future where she gives birth to a parade of low-grade mongrels, a brood of worthless beasts." "I could never marry such a woman. She is a shameless harlot, destined to cuckold whoever takes her as a wife. Let the man who marries her be prepared to wear a crown of horns!" The beastmen exchanged looks of disbelief. Lisbeth rushed to my side, shaking her head with an air of profound disappointment. She pointed a finger at me, her voice ringing with condemnation. "Oh, Lyra, what am I to do with you? You've gained a new form, but you can't shed your old habits?" "Even before, when so much as a stray dog wandered by, you would preen and posture, desperate for its attention." "How many times have I told you? A woman must be reserved, pure as ice and jade! How could you be so foolish?" Rage choked me. She was describing herself, projecting her own debauchery onto me. "No!" I cried out. "That's not true! They're slandering me!" But no one listened. Trapped between Kaelan's accusation and Lisbeth's poison, I was drowning in a sea of their fury. They stared at me with disgust, their words like stones. "I can't believe it. She looks so innocent, but she's completely promiscuous." "What a waste of a heavenly gift. Does she think we beastmen have no shame?" "If you're so desperate for attention, maybe we should host a public revel for you next time!" My face was pale, my body trembling. I had been reborn, only to be hit with the same vile accusations, faster and more violently than before. And Kaelan, the architect of my misery, my former husband, watched my suffering without a flicker of remorse. He walked straight to Lisbeth, took her hand, and kissed it gently. "I, Kaelan, may value bloodlines, but I value honor more. I will only marry a pure woman like Lisbeth!" Lisbeth feigned surprise, her cheeks flushing. Then she shot me a triumphant, meaningful look. "Well, my dear sister. It's your turn to choose." The crowd of onlookers scattered, avoiding me as if I carried a plague. Soon, only a few remained before me—pariahs and outcasts who cared nothing for reputation. Their eyes glowed with lust, saliva dripping from their mouths as they made their vile proposals. "Lyra, since the decent folk won't have you, come home with me." "Don't mind that I'm just a python. I can promise you a better time than any dragon!" "I run a brothel. Come with me, and I'll let you have your pick of any man you desire!" Nausea churned in my stomach. Their depravity was on full display. Even Kaelan seemed a little disgusted, perhaps remembering that I was once his wife. He looked down at me with contempt. "Lyra, if you promise to behave yourself, I wouldn't mind taking you back... as a servant." Lisbeth's face soured at the suggestion. "Lyra, hurry up and choose!" she snapped. "With your reputation, you can't afford to be picky. You should be grateful anyone will have you. Make a choice, or you'll die an old maid." I ignored her. My gaze lifted past them all, toward the majestic, imposing peak in the distance. Mount Sovereign. My husband was there.
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