An Understated Dominance Novel (Dahlia & Dustin) by Marina Vittori updated 2025-26 - An Understated Dominance Chapter 2662

Chapter 2662

The handsome man, Emmitt Cantin, endured the crushing weakness of his rebuilt body, turned into a dim ray of light, and sped toward a hidden valley in the southeast.

Under the moonlight his figure was no longer graceful. Instead he looked flustered, robes ragged, like a shadow of his former self.

He slipped through layers of primeval jungle choked with strange fog and crossed swamps where unseen things stirred beneath the water. At last he reached his destination.

Dense vines and jagged stalagmites sealed the valley’s entrance. Anyone unfamiliar with the path would never find it.

Emmitt raised a trembling hand, murmuring an obscure incantation. A spark of light flickered at his fingertip and leapt into the air.

Ripples spread outward. The vines and stalagmites twisted like phantoms and vanished, revealing a narrow cave mouth barely wide enough for one person.

Inside, the stone walls were inlaid with odd gems that glowed softly, lighting the downward path.

He followed it deeper and deeper into the mountain. After an incense stick’s time the passage opened wide.

A vast underground chamber lay before him. At its heart stood a complex teleportation array carved from a single slab of jade, its ancient patterns pulsing with hazy light.

Emmitt staggered onto the array and poured what little spiritual power remained into its center.

A low hum. A flash of light. His body vanished.

A heartbeat of distortion later, he emerged in another world entirely.

Here was the heart of Fairyharbor Island—a paradise cut off by a power no outsider could breach.

The sky arched pure blue overhead, clouds drifting lazily. Warm sun spilled over emerald grass, singing springs, and exotic flowers. Rare beasts wandered the meadows; the air itself was rich with aura, every breath sharpening the senses.

At the center of this paradise rose a palace of breathtaking splendor. Warm jade and golden crystal shaped its flying eaves and carved beams, the whole structure glowing with a soft immortal luster. Fairy music drifted faintly from within.

Emmitt straightened his tattered energy robe, hiding his pallor. Drawing a deep breath, he walked toward the gates.

Two jade puppets in armor stood guard. Their eyes glimmered red as he approached, bodies shifting as if to block his way.

He passed through the magnificent front hall and was met by a wave of noise—laughter, music, the heavy scent of wine.

The scene jarred against the fairyland outside.

The hall’s floor was paved with spiritual jade and dotted with night-pearls and coral trees. At its center sprawled a “Wine Pool and Meat Forest”: a pool of amber-hued immortal wine whose aroma filled the air, and beside it trees sprouting slices of spirit-beast meat in place of fruit.

Dozens of beautiful men and women in gauzy garments frolicked in the wine, lounging at its edge, nibbling at the “meat forest,” drowning themselves in pleasure.

And at the hall’s center, four figures stood apart.

Their space seemed separate, untouchable. Even amid the revelry, no one dared come too close.

One was massive—nearly ten feet tall—with a resolute, handsome face and eyes like blades. He reclined lazily on a jade chair, dark battle robe etched in gold, muscles coiled with explosive power. Several stunning women clustered at his side, feeding him a scarlet spirit orb.

To his left sat a man in a pink-purple robe. Feminine and striking, slender fingers plucked a jade zither, the melody curling through the air with a cynical smile playing at his lips.

Nearby lounged a man in a green Daoist robe, chest bare to reveal corded muscle. Handsome, unruly, he toyed with a wine cup, eyes sharp enough to pierce hearts.

At the tall man’s feet reclined a woman in a light-blue smoke-silk dress. She was stunning, her every glance and smile brimming with charm, yet in her eyes lurked a hidden edge.

Their beauty was flawless; their auras deep as oceans—far beyond any common warrior, more like figures from legend.

As the pale, gray-templed Emmitt entered, the noise in the hall dipped. Pleasure-seekers glanced at him with curiosity or wariness.

The four at the center also looked up.

The zither player stilled his fingers and chuckled, voice lilting with mockery.

“Hey… isn’t this our esteemed ‘gatekeeper,’ Lord Cantin? How did you end up like this? Went for a stroll and tripped?”