The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 656 Living again

Qingyi's sword tore through the very fabric of existence, cleaving the air with an aura of myriad colors that obliterated everything in its path.

The fundamental laws of reality buckled and shattered. Time, sound, sight, even matter itself, all collapsed momentarily before being violently reshaped as spacetime violently stitched itself back together. Qingyi remained frozen, his eyes widening at the tremors resonating from outside.

It was astonishing that a mere simulation within his sea of consciousness could yield such a cataclysmic outcome. As the magnitude of its power settled in, the sword in his grasp disintegrated, its fragments scattering like ephemeral dust.

Only Ruxue, he mused, could possibly endure the might of such a technique.

He could only marvel at his own accomplishment, opening the status screen for the Heaven-Shattering Divine Slash. It had ascended to the primordial grade, a testament to its place among the most formidable techniques in all the celestial heavens. Deep within, Qingyi recognized its unparalleled supremacy, a power that even the ancient corruption dragon god couldn't replicate with its tyrannical Qi.

No one in the celestial heavens could possibly contain such immense power within their bodies without succumbing to an explosive end.

Truth be told, Qingyi was ecstatic.

At last, he possessed a supreme technique capable of vanquishing any foe, provided they didn't possess an overwhelming advantage in cultivation realm. The sole drawback was its exorbitant Qi consumption per use. Nevertheless, he would retain his mana to sustain himself even if his Qi was utterly depleted.

Shaking his head, Qingyi withdrew from his sea of consciousness.

Instantly, the surrounding chaos assaulted his senses. Hundreds of potent auras permeated the entire sect, a frenzied search for the source of that terrifying energy. Naturally, they would never discover him, no matter how diligently they investigated.

After prolonged hours of inquiry, a semblance of calm finally descended. The sect concluded that the event was merely a localized, transient spatial distortion, possibly triggered by a disruption in the Qi flow or a distant battle. Regardless of the cause, the sect's priority remained unwavering: ensure the smooth progression of the following day's selection ceremony.

Qingyi, disinclined to ponder the sect's affairs, instead delved into the world of his mind.

In less than a second, an incomparable beauty materialized in his embrace, her lips a captivating shade of purple, her hair a cascade of midnight black.

Her voluptuous form was veiled by a single, tight white towel that barely concealed her nipples. The damp fabric clung intimately to her large, pale breasts, indenting the soft flesh and tracing the generous contours of her curves. Droplets of water still adorned her skin, meandering slowly down her cleavage before disappearing into the taut material.

Qingyi's right hand trailed down her back, encircling her to caress one of her breasts, his fingers sinking through the thin towel into the enormous, yielding flesh. His left hand explored her alluring thighs, tracing the smooth, damp skin.

"Hm... were you taking a bath?" he inquired, holding her gently as he admired her exquisite face.

"Yes... The girls are waiting at the hot springs. Won't you tell me a little about that new technique of yours? I've never seen anything like it."

Qingyi merely nodded, lifting Ruxue into his arms as he proceeded toward the hot springs.

During their brief journey, he elaborated on every facet of his newly augmented technique. It was amusing to witness her eyes gleam with increasing intensity with each word that issued from his lips.

How could such a potent technique possibly exist? Qingyi was, in fact, blessed by the heavens, even if the heavens harbored a clear intention to destroy him.

"What's the matter? Is your shameless womanizer finally worthy of you?" he teased, recalling their initial encounter. She had despised him then, accepting him only out of consideration for her priestesses.

"Hm... you're still a shameless womanizer. The only difference is that now you're *my* shameless womanizer!" she declared, her chest puffing out with pride.

Her enormous, milky breasts surged forward with the movement, the heavy mounds bouncing against the strained towel, the damp fabric pulling taut over her swollen curves before settling back into place with a slow, lingering jiggle. A sweet smile graced her mature face, but after a brief moment, her expression turned serious.

Ruxue released Qingyi's arms as soon as they reached the halfway point. Her fingers clung to his shoulders, gently pushing him down onto a bench situated beside the wide corridors through which they were walking.

Without a moment's hesitation, she positioned herself atop him. Her perfectly rounded posterior settled upon his thighs with a substantial, yielding thud, the ample cheeks flattening beneath her weight, warm flesh conforming to the firm muscle of his legs.

Her breasts pressed just below his chin, so ample they might have encircled most of his broad shoulders. The enormous mounds squeezed firmly against his chest, heavy and warm, bulging at every point of contact.

"It feels... peculiar," Ruxue remarked, her fingers gently stroking Qingyi's hair. Her gaze was profound, as if she were finally unburdening a long-held, deeply hidden sorrow.

"I have existed for one hundred and fifty millennia. I have witnessed the demise of innumerable civilizations and formidable experts. I once served as the chosen weapon for the most exceptionally gifted swordswoman to ever grace the celestial planes. My former master."

"At times, it seems as though none of that held any true significance. As if, from the very instant I was parted from her, my own existence ceased. Until...

Ruxue trailed off.

"I harbored animosity towards you... I loathed you... yet you compelled me to love you. And now, at last, I feel as though I am truly living. I sense that the years that have passed have indeed etched moments worth cherishing into existence."

Qingyi remained in quiet contemplation, his hand caressing Ruxue's delicate waist as he absorbed the sincerity of her confession.

She had uttered the word "love" in his presence before, yet this marked the very first time her heart had laid bare its true sentiments to him.

He lifted his hand to her exquisite face, gently brushing aside a stray lock of hair that had fallen across her eyes.

He felt the warmth of her breath against his lips. Her sweet fragrance filled his lungs. The overwhelming weight of her magnificent bosom pressed against his chest, the silkiness of her skin beneath his fingertips.

He leaned forward and embraced her lips in a kiss.

Her tongue met his, their bodies drawing even closer as her colossal breasts pressed more firmly between them. The thin towel was the sole remaining barrier separating their skin.

When their lips finally disengaged, their tongues still entwined by long, glistening threads of saliva, Ruxue offered a smile.

"Come now, the other ladies are anticipating our arrival."