An Understated Dominance Novel (Dahlia & Dustin) by Marina Vittori updated 2025-26 - An Understated Dominance Chapter 2692

Chapter 2692

The sudden shift left Grace, Alongi, and the others completely stunned. None of them could tell whether this turn of events was a blessing… or a trap waiting to spring.

After a brief rest, some color returned to Logan’s pale face. His gaze fixed on the Rainbow Bridge, its glow mesmerizing yet filled with mystery. He could feel it — beyond that bridge lay Aukon and the others, and the luxurious palace they occupied.

“It seems that unless we defeat the root of all this, we’ll never uncover Yaochi’s true secrets.”

Logan pushed himself to his feet. His breathing was still shallow, but his eyes sharpened with renewed determination.
“Wait here. I’ll be back soon.”

“I’m going with you,” Grace said immediately, her eyes steady and filled with concern.

Logan met her gaze. Seeing the worry and unwavering resolve in her eyes, he finally nodded.
“Stay close.”

Together, they stepped onto the bridge of flowing seven-colored light.

The instant their feet touched the surface, their surroundings twisted and blurred. Space warped around them, as if they were crossing an endless distance in a heartbeat.

When the world settled again, they found themselves somewhere completely different.

Smooth white jade paved the ground beneath their feet. Magnificent halls stretched around them, adorned with carved beams, glowing pearls, coral-like trees, and shimmering ornaments. A warm, dreamlike radiance filled the air.

The scent of wine and rich food drifted around them, mingled with an overwhelming spiritual energy so dense it felt almost liquid.

And at the center, an enormous “wine pool and meat forest,” where men and women indulged in reckless excess.

On the highest white-jade recliner lounged Aukon, flanked by an effeminate man, a Taoist-robed figure, and a breathtakingly beautiful woman.

Their gazes locked on Logan and Grace like four piercing searchlights.

“Welcome to Fairyharbor Immortal Palace,”
Aukon greeted, voice calm but pulsing with a new, unfathomable tone.

His eyes focused solely on Logan, treating Grace as little more than an afterthought.

The Taoist-robed man eyed Logan from head to toe, whistling softly.
“To touch the Great Dao of Stars with a mortal body… Kid, your talent is unbelievable.”

The stunning woman’s eyes shimmered with seductive charm.
“Handsome and gifted… You really do make a woman’s heart restless.”

The delicate-featured man plucked his instrument, releasing a teasing note.

The palace atmosphere seemed divine — elegant music, glowing wine, and ethereal beauty.

But Logan’s divine sense pierced through the illusion.

Beneath that thick spiritual aura lurked a twisted, refined demonic energy — the same source as the malevolent power within the dragon blood.

These people weren’t celestial. They were dripping with demonic taint.

That “wine pool and meat forest” didn’t contain vitality… but corrupted life essence.

The men and women reveling in pleasure had glazed eyes and shallow breaths — not immortals, but vessels being drained dry.

This wasn’t a divine sanctuary.
It was a demon’s nest wearing a celestial mask.

“The Celestial Palace?” Logan scoffed, sweeping his cold gaze across Aukon and the others. “All I see is filth — parasites stealing dragon power and calling it enlightenment.”

The music stopped instantly.

Silence crashed down. Pleasure-seekers froze in fear. The zither fell silent, the Taoist’s smile stiffened, and the beauty’s eyes flashed with icy hostility.

Only Aukon remained unchanged, though a glimmer of appreciation flickered in his eyes.
“Sharp perception. The line between immortals and demons is razor-thin. Power itself is neutral — only the hand that wields it decides its nature.”

He sat up straight, his voice smooth and tempting.
“Logan, your talent shouldn’t be wasted in the mortal world. Join us. Here, spiritual energy never runs dry. You’ll access dragon essence, cultivate freely, and live unbound for all eternity.”

He lifted his hand. A pill the size of a longan, glowing gold and red like molten life essence, appeared in his palm — Dragon Blood Regeneration Pill.

“With this pill, you’ll heal instantly — and grow stronger.”

He gestured toward the indulgent scene.
“And here, endless beauty and pleasure await. Everything a cultivator could desire.”

His tone deepened.
“Sign the contract, and Fairyharbor will be your eternal paradise. You will help us master the Void Dragon’s power… and in return, we will even cure the girl’s father behind you. True Yaochi essence — extending his life.”

Immortality. Power. Luxury. Healing for Grace’s father.

A paradise too perfect to refuse.

Grace’s fingers tightened, her expression tense.

Logan’s eyes lingered on the glowing pill, on the surreal palace — then locked onto Aukon’s calm eyes hiding endless ambition.

Slowly, he shook his head.

His voice rang through the hall, clear and unwavering:

“Those who walk different paths cannot walk together.”

“My path is to stay true to myself — to protect those worth protecting — not to feed off destruction, to corrupt life, or to call this twisted nest a paradise.”

“What you’ve built isn’t divine. It’s demonic. This immortality, this contract — they aren’t worth the filth they’re written in.”

The final word fell—

—and killing intent exploded across Fairyharbor like a storm.