The viewing began.
As the Stone Age flickered across the screen, most immortals ignored the prince's horrified flight from the cave. Instead, they zoomed hungrily into the firelit shadows of the tribe's camp. One goddess willed the mirror closer; a group of hunters, bodies painted in bold red ochre, celebrating a successful mammoth kill. A muscular warrior pinned a willing gatherer against the rough cave wall, his large hands gripping her hips as he thrust into her with deep, rhythmic strokes. Her moans rose above the crackle of flames, breasts bouncing with every powerful slap of skin on skin. Nearby, two younger women shared a tender yet wild embrace on a pile of furs, fingers slick with desire exploring each other's curves, tongues dancing, nipples hardening as they ground together in heated passion. A god chuckled darkly and split the view further; a gang of victorious tribesmen surrounding a captive woman from a rival clan. Her initial resistance melted into surrender as they took her in turns, one entering her from behind with rough grunts, another claiming her mouth while a third kneaded her breasts. Bodies glistened with sweat and primal oils; her cries of pleasure echoed as she was filled from every angle. "Ah, the raw, unbridled freedom of those early days," an immortal sighed, cheeks flushed, her own hand slipping between her thighs. "No laws, no shame, only the pure dao of instinct and ecstasy."
The screen shifted to the agricultural era of the Fertile Crescent. While the prince mourned his betrayal alone in his hut, the immortals dove into the moonlit fields and hidden barns. A wealthy patriarch, much like Thorne, hosted a secret harvest rite deep in a grain-filled barn. His multiple wives and servant girls formed a writhing tangle of limbs; one wife straddled him, riding with wild abandon, her full breasts bouncing heavily as he gripped her thighs and thrust upward. Another woman knelt between them, tongue teasing the slick junction where their bodies joined, licking greedily. In a nearby hut, a neglected young farmer's wife pulled a muscular laborer into the hay. Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist as he pounded into her, whispering filthy praises; "You naughty little vixen… bend for me already." Her back arched, nails raking his back, moans rising as climax crashed through her. Immortals leaned forward, some mimicking the motions with their own partners, bodies shifting on divans, soft gasps filling the hall.
The ancient Indian kingdoms drew thunderous cheers. As the prince meditated in his ashram, oblivious, the mirror revealed palace intrigues and battlefield camps alive with carnal release. In a noble's harem, silk curtains parted to show the lord with his concubines; one on her knees, lips wrapped greedily around his thick shaft, sucking with wet, obscene sounds while another rode his face, grinding against his tongue. Soldiers in victory tents formed circles around camp followers, women and men alike, bodies piling in sweaty heaps, penetration from every angle, moans rising like war cries. A goddess zoomed in on a secret rendezvous; a warrior princess, armor discarded, bent over a carved throne as her secret lover took her roughly from behind. His hands slapped her ass hard, leaving red marks that made her cry out in delight, her juices dripping down her thighs. "Such raw passion born from chaos," murmured a god, his hand wandering beneath his robe as he stroked himself openly.
The Han Dynasty's opulent courts sparked giggles and heated whispers. While the prince suffered in Lord Zhao's dungeon, the immortals feasted on the noble's private chambers. Concubines performed erotic dances, sheer robes slipping off to reveal oiled, glistening skin. The lord, before his injury, lounged with his favorites; one young beauty on his lap, impaled deeply on his cock as she bounced with lewd, rhythmic slaps, her breasts jiggling; another massaged his back, fingers trailing lower to tease his balls. In hidden gardens, forbidden same-sex liaisons bloomed under lantern light; a scholarly official and his handsome male attendant entangled on a pavilion bed, one thrusting deeply into the other with grunting pleasure, the receiver's back arched in ecstasy. Spirits replayed scenes in slow motion, zooming on every slick detail, the wet sounds of bodies joining, the trembling of thighs at climax, the forbidden thrill of power and submission. A lesser spirit maid moaned aloud as she watched, pressing herself against a nearby god's thigh.