Transmigrating into the only holy female in the interstellar world, the orcs who have no descendants

The sea gently brushed past Duoya's bedroom, its waves cutting the light from within, casting shifting shadows on Duoya's face. Inside, Duoya and Xingyun stood facing each other, the atmosphere heavy with emotion.

Xingyun took off the black ribbon covering her eyes, revealing her deep black pupils. She said in a flat voice, "I thought we had an agreement that Her Highness the Princess would not attack the Saint."

Duoya's tail fin swayed slightly, causing slight ripples in the water. She chuckled, "Xingyun, are you questioning me?"

Xingyun shook his head and said calmly: "I am just stating the facts."

Duoya's smile deepened, and her words took on a hint of seduction: "I am the living person standing before you. Compared to my illusory past life, am I not better? Or is your obsession more important than our Abyss Clan?"

Xingyun was unmoved by her words, his voice remaining calm: "Your Highness, no one is born to bear the fate of others. She is innocent and should not be sacrificed by the Abyss Clan."

The smile on Duoya's face instantly disappeared, and anger emerged: "She is innocent? If it weren't for her, how could the Abyss Clan be cursed by fate a thousand years ago?"

Xing Yun's lips curled slightly, with a hint of sarcasm: "Your Highness, have you forgotten what you just said? That was just a vague past life."

Duoya suppressed the anger in her heart and said in a cold voice: "Starfall Priest, please step back. I need to rest."

Xingyun glanced at Duoya, performed a standard courtesy, and turned to leave.

Duoya watched Xingyun's departing back with a dark look in her eyes. She thought to herself, Xingyun may look aloof, but in reality, he's a very scheming person. It seems she needs to re-evaluate this High Priest.

When the critical moment comes, this person may not stand with you.

"Mingying..." Duoya called softly, her voice echoing in the empty bedroom with an indescribable charm.

"Your Highness." Mingying appeared from the shadows, walked behind Duoya, and bowed his head respectfully.

Duoya slowly turned, her tail swirling in a graceful arc as she approached Mingying. She stopped in front of him, tilting her head back and looking at him. Her fair skin, bathed in the azure light, shimmered with a faint pearlescent sheen, a breathtaking beauty.

"Are you afraid of me?" Duoya asked, her voice soft, like a feather, gently brushing against Mingying's heartstrings.

Mingying didn't say anything, but just lowered his head slightly. He could feel the powerful aura emanating from Duoya, which made his blood begin to stir. This was a kind of submission and desire that came from deep in his blood.

"Look at me." Duoya's voice carried an unquestionable command.

Mingying slowly raised his head and met Duoya's aquamarine eyes. Complex emotions surged in those eyes: desire, struggle, and a subtle pain that drew him in like a whirlpool in the deep sea, unable to extricate himself.

Duoya reached out and gently stroked Mingying's cheek. Her fingertips were cold and soft, like a cold current from the deep sea, making Mingying tremble uncontrollably, but he couldn't bear to hide away.

"Mingying, do you want me?" Duoya's voice was very soft, with a hint of temptation, like the low moan of a deep-sea enchantress, tempting him, step by step, towards the abyss of depravity.

Mingying's Adam's apple rolled up and down. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but couldn't. He felt like a small boat, swaying under Duoya's gaze, ready to capsize at any moment.

Duoya's fingers slid along Mingying's cheek, slowly to his neck, and then to his chest... She could feel that Mingying's body trembled slightly under her touch, like a prey targeted by a hunter.

"Tell me, do you want me?" Duoya's voice became softer and softer, more and more charming, like the low moan of a deep-sea enchantress, tempting him, step by step, towards the abyss of depravity.

Mingying's breathing became heavy. He suddenly grabbed Duoya's wrist and said in a hoarse voice, "Princess..."

Duoya didn't struggle, but just looked at him quietly, with a hint of amusement in her eyes. She knew that Mingying's heart was in turmoil.

"I..." A trace of pain flashed in Mingying's eyes. He closed his eyes, not daring to look into Duoya's eyes. "I can't..."

"I can't?" Duoya raised an eyebrow, with a hint of sarcasm in her tone, "Is it because of... that curse?"

Mingying's body trembled violently. He lowered his head, not daring to look into Duoya's eyes, like a child who had done something wrong.

"Curse, curse, another curse!" Duoya suddenly shook off Mingying's hand, her voice suddenly rising with uncontrollable anger, "When will this damn curse end?!"

She turned and walked quickly to the window, her back to Stygian. She clenched her fists tightly, her body trembling slightly. She had had enough. She didn't want to be bound by this damn curse anymore. She wanted to be free. She wanted everything she wanted.

The bedroom was completely silent, with only Duoya's heavy breathing echoing in the empty space.

"Princess," Mingying's voice broke the silence. "Are you really going to do that?" He hesitated, as if he had some concerns. He was worried about Duoya, but he didn't dare disobey her orders.

Duoya spun around and stared at Mingying. Her aquamarine eyes burned with rage, like two balls of blue will-o'-the-wisp, dancing in the darkness. She sneered, her voice icy, "So what if it is? So what if it isn't? Are you, like Xingyun, going to question me for that little female?"

Mingying's body stiffened slightly. He lowered his eyelids and said in a low voice, "I will always stand by Her Royal Highness."

……

Inside the deserted forbidden area, which was originally silent and serene, a black stone suddenly flashed with a dazzling light, appearing from nowhere, like a giant beast that had been sleeping for a thousand years, suddenly opening its eyes.

After the light, the stone slowly floated up, as if held up by an invisible giant hand, hanging in the air, trembling slightly.

Then, the once dull murals on the walls seemed to be infused with life, and began to emit a faint blue light. The light grew stronger and stronger, illuminating the entire cave like daylight, yet with a strange and cold air.

The patterns on the murals also became clearer. Those originally static images seemed to come alive and began to flow slowly...