The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 623 - Silly promise to the heavens

The elder let out a self-deprecating chuckle over the absurd vow he'd sworn to the heavens.

After all, at such an ancient age and with death looming so near, anyone might utter such a pledge without fretting over repercussions.

His cherished granddaughter, exquisite and gifted beyond compare, pledged to some lowly outer disciple of the sect.

As if he'd ever permit that.

His kin even pressed him to defy death by confining his soul within a spiritual formation that would sustain it as long as the Ma clan endured, allowing him to keep instructing the young ones and steering their paths. He utterly despised the thought.

Come his final hour, he intended to charge the Ma family's hordes of foes, slaying as many as possible in a suicidal blast, or plunge into an ocean of savage beasts.

Another youth's failure to claim the elixir made his end feel ever more imminent, though he still had moments to orchestrate his epic departure.

Lost in these grim reflections, the old man at last spotted something unusual.

Wasn't Qingyi... far too gleeful?

Indeed, a tranquil smile lit his features, robes dripping wet, yet bearing no wounds and showing no drain on his Qi.

"Young man..." The elder stepped closer, pulse thundering, while behind Qingyi, the golden pavilion shattered into specks of radiance.

That signified just

one possibility: the secret realm had been

subdued.

"Greetings, senior." Qingyi bowed at once, fists clasped. This elder outshone Elder Shen by leagues, probably one stride from the Stellar Sovereign realm.

Spotting him, Qingyi instantly recognized the mission's issuer, and despite not knowing the man, he discerned his body teetered on collapse.

Likely, that drove his craving for the elixir—to fuel the breakthrough that might preserve his life.

In truth, the Stellar Sovereign stage granted eternity not just to the soul but the cultivator's very flesh, defying time's ravages.

Millions, billions, trillions of years.

Regardless of eons elapsed, a Stellar Sovereign's form remained utterly undying.

"Did you obtain the elixir?" the old man inquired at last, voice quivering faintly.

"Yes, senior. You posted the mission for it, right?" Qingyi replied, retrieving the verdant elixir from his spatial ring.

In an instant, it glided from his grasp into the elder's waiting hands.

"This is truly... the peerless elixir from the celestial life herb..." Old Man Ma whispered, shock etched on his face.

Clutching the elixir betwixt his fingers then, he gazed skyward, recollecting the jesting oath: wedding his adored granddaughter to whoever fetched the elixir.

Shattering vows sworn to the heavens oft brought dire

retribution, yet this one held no gravity, mere whimsy.

Surely the heavens wouldn't enforce it?

The elder's lids snapped shut upon feeling the skies dim subtly, like an ominous portent.

At the pinnacle of the First Step in the Path of Extinction Realm, his bond with the heavens ran deep, confirming the vow's recognition.

'Well... so long as I don't outright block their union, I should be fine, yeah? Post-breakthrough, I'll join her in the core domains.

No way that youth could reach there, and even if he somehow did, what odds he'd locate her and win her heart?

with

him?' The old man mused, grinning inwardly.

He held zero doubt the odds were nonexistent.

His darling granddaughter wouldn't swoon over some random handsome outer zone lad.

"Uh... senior?" Qingyi ventured, unnerved by the elder's sly look.

Was foul play brewing?

"Oh... cough... cough..." Clearing his throat, the old man's ears flushed pink.

"You're free to leave, young one. I'll notify the sect to bestow ample rewards. For any aid, boldly name Ma Zhenwu, the sect's legendary

founding legend."

Those words stunned Qingyi speechless.

He'd encountered that title chatting with Chen Wei on regional powerhouses.

Ma Zhenwu, an ancient relic, had cofounded the sect with the progenitor some five hundred thousand years back, surviving over six successive leaders.

Sole survivor among five inaugural heroes—and oddly, the weakest talent. Silent now, the elder wheeled about and rocketed toward the distant skies.

Beyond boosting his ascent, that elixir could sharpen his aptitude, and fortune might let his vast amassed cultivation vault multiple realms.

He begrudged conceding it, thanks to his idiotic scorn for Qingyi and heavenly oath, but the youth had rendered the Ma clan immense favor.

Qingyi merely observed the elder's retreat, earning nods from guards who soon departed too.

Corpses gathered, sect alerted to the incident.

Tianhao would probably escape penalty due to rank, yet prestige suffered, doubly so from the Ma clan—top vassal—exposing his bribe to assassinate a peer disciple. Truth be told, Qingyi cared not a whit.

Tianhao's reckoning loomed, but presently, he yearned to rejoin the sect, claim rewards, cultivate anew. With a gentle exhale, the striking youth boarded his vessel and blasted into the stars.