The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System - Chapter 704 - Come!
Qingyi slowly stood up, his handsome, masculine eyes rising with an almost supernatural calm.
He was isolated within a cultivation chamber, completely cut off from the outside world. The silent walls denied him sight of what stirred beyond, yet he could sense it all the same.
[Qingyi… this is no ordinary heavenly tribulation… You must be careful!]
Ruxue’s voice echoed in his mind, and he nodded imperceptibly.
He could feel the tremor in those words, as if she stood on the verge of tears, her voice almost choked with distress. That alone made clear just how serious the situation had become.
The heavens were bound by their own rules regarding how much power they could unleash in a heavenly tribulation. They were coming down on Qingyi with full force, using every ounce of power they could muster to attack a cultivator in the Celestial Ascension Realm.
Not only that. They seemed intent on ending it all with a single bolt of heavenly thunder, obliterating him before he could so much as raise a hand.
Qingyi didn’t dislike the idea. Quite the contrary.
He didn’t want any nonsense.
[Don’t die, idiot…]
Ruxue’s trembling voice echoed one last time in his mind.
“I won’t, love.” A warm smile curved his lips.
He closed his eyes, feeling his dantian pulse like a second heart, then took a step forward, preparing the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword.
The Heaven-Shattering Divine Slash. The most perfect creation of his life.
A martial art that had once been his most powerful. One he had come to use casually. And now, after reforming it, it once again held that position.
The last time he had employed it, even confined within the simulated space of his sea of consciousness, the outside world had trembled.
Now, far more powerful than before, what terrible phenomena would it bring into existence?
A thunderous pulse raced across the entire planet, deafening, shaking mountains to their roots. Then another. And another.
Qingyi felt every drop of power the celestial heavens could muster gathering above his head.
The stellar sovereigns paled as they witnessed that power.
It was nothing compared to them, but compared to Qingyi?
That was terrifying.
If that power were scaled relative to their own cultivation realm, even all of them together would meet their deaths.
Qingyi clenched his teeth, then moved every drop of his Qi, every one of his spiritual roots.
Space, shadow, light, sword, lightning, ice, fire, wind, earth, metal, water.
All of it flowed toward the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword, accompanied by his draconic aura and the flames of primordial chaos, blazing with unmatched power.
In that instant, the heavens fell upon Qingyi.
“Come!” he roared.
The sword tore through the air with a shriek that split the sky, leaving behind a rainbow trail.
Space split open. The primordial laws surrounding that world, and the very domain of the heavens themselves, fell to shreds.
Rouxi’s entire palace lit up with protective formations, but they shattered in an instant, ground to nothing between the power of the celestial tribulation and Qingyi’s own.
The palace around him was reduced to dust, and a blue thunderbolt of incomparable power struck the sword that defied the heavens.
A ball of plasma hotter than the sun’s core formed around him, expanding to nearly a kilometer in diameter.
Rays of searing energy lashed out from the surface of that sphere, carving deep furrows for tens of kilometers across the broken earth.
The air boiled. The ground melted. The acrid stench of ozone permeated everything within an immeasurable radius.
The plasma sphere collapsed in a deafening explosion capable of killing anyone below the cosmic realm and wounding even those at its peak.
From within that fury, Qingyi’s bloodied figure emerged, his robes torn and scorched, crimson trickling down his battered form.
He roared, pressing forward.
The Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword tore through the heavenly lightning, and then the flames of primordial chaos rose with a roar, devouring everything with an ancient hunger.
The heavens trembled.
Not out of anger.
Out of fear.
***
In the Guo family, a figure walked anxiously through the palace corridors, his muffled footsteps echoing against the empty walls.
He was about to bring the patriarch the news of Guo Tianhao’s death, but he halted at once, sensing a shift in fate.
Everyone whose destinies he had observed, even in unsuccessful cases like Long Qingyi, left a mark behind. With that mark, he could perceive the changes in a person’s destiny.
The moment he tried to read the changes in Qingyi’s destiny, his eyes widened.
Qingyi was no longer connected to the Star of the Heavenly Slaughter. No…
How could that be possible?
Qingyi wasn’t crippled. There was an even more powerful star linked to his fate, but what star was that?
The Star of the Heavenly Slaughter should be the most powerful of them all!
The old demon tried to sense Qingyi’s fate once more, and at that moment, he shuddered.
Primordial Chaos Qi.
He could recognize that Qi because it was the same as the one his master possessed.
His master was a woman who, before being killed by a powerful poison called the gods’ perdition, had left him a single message.
Her destined husband, the only being in this plane whose fate was bound to the primordial chaos Qi, would come to this world and avenge her.
But… how could Guo Lingyun, the father of Tianhao and Longwei, also have a fate bound to the primordial chaos Qi?
In that instant, the demon read Lingyun’s fate again, and his eyes widened.
Lingyun’s fate was tied to the primordial chaos, just as the fate of every murdered man and woman was tied to the Qi of their murderers.
The reason for all his anxiety was that the person he wanted to resurrect was none other than the primordial demon empress, the ancestor of all demons.
An existence that, just like the Dragon God of Corruption, had been born in the primordial chaos and lived in the primordial chaos.
The old demon clenched his teeth.
It didn’t matter.
Everything would become clear once he resurrected his master.
