The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 670 Guo Lingyun

Within a sprawling, opulent mansion that pierced the heavens, a lone man sat in quiet contemplation.

Beneath them lay a planet engulfed in the chaos of overcrowding. Lush forests, arid deserts, vast plains, and even the shallow expanses of the ocean had been irrevocably transformed into congested expanses of ceaseless construction.

The man's appearance suggested he was barely past forty, yet his true age was approaching a staggering thirty millennia.

It was evident he stood on the precipice of ascending to the Star Sovereign realm.

The very fabric of reality seemed to warp around him as he maintained his closed eyes, the potent Qi within the chamber resonating under the immense pressure of his cultivation.

This man was known as Guo Lingyun, the father of Guo Tianhao and Guo Longwei.

Any acquaintance who had known him for a considerable duration would undoubtedly be struck with astonishment upon learning of his present cultivation level.

Lingyun commanded recognition for numerous achievements.

He was a highly successful magnate, the sovereign ruler of an entire world, and possessed an unparalleled aptitude for commerce and negotiation.

However, one characteristic that he decidedly did not possess, above all else, was that of a formidable cultivator. Quite the contrary, in fact.

Up until two years prior, his progress had been confined to the nascent stages of the Cosmic Origin Realm; such was the ordinariness of his inherent talent.

Even the prodigious wealth of his clan, poured entirely into his development, should not have yielded advancements capable of augmenting his cultivation so dramatically, and so swiftly.

What unfathomable fortune had he chanced upon?

Abruptly, Lingyun's eyes flew open, his intense gaze sweeping across the lavish surroundings of the chamber.

"Longwei is deceased."

A voice resonated from behind Patriarch Guo as he slowly straightened from his seated position and pivoted to face the speaker.

Residing near a grand window was an individual adorned in golden robes, emanating a formidable aura of demonic energy.

He was ancient, his long white beard flowing, and small horns protruded from his brow—distinctly a demon of a lineage different from the Heavenly Demon.

This being was a seer of fate. His ancestral line had undergone a unique evolution, enabling them to perceive, interpret, and comprehend the intricate tapestry of destiny surrounding them.

The instant Longwei perished, the elder sensed the fracturing of Guo Lingyun's karma and wasted no time in intervening.

It was this very demon who had served as the architect of the patriarch's immense power, and he was disinclined to relinquish the substantial investment he had made in the Guo lineage.

"He was the sole son with a viable chance to win Xue Hua's favor, and matters with Tianhao and Rou'er are also far from ideal... can the sacrifice for our lady's rebirth be procured from any other source?"

"Those young ladies were perfection itself... their destinies, too profound even for my comprehension," the demon murmured, shaking his head.

He was a reader of fate, yet he seldom employed his extraordinary abilities, as they carried immense peril; a solitary misstep could result in debilitating injury or even utter annihilation of his soul.

He conducted but a single divination every decade, and this particular occasion demanded meticulous consideration to avert a tragic demise, a fate that had befallen many of his kind.

"Should your sons falter, our reliance will fall solely upon sheer numbers. You grasp the implications, do you not?" The demon's gaze turned icy, and Lingyun involuntarily shivered.

His ancestral planet boasted a population of colossal proportions. As a world entirely consumed by urbanization,

its inhabitants numbered over nine hundred billion souls.

Such a multitude, even with a significant portion being mere mortals, would undoubtedly suffice for the ritualistic offering.

The profound anguish etched on Lingyun's features was a testament to the pain of sacrificing his homeworld; how could it not?

His clan had waged relentless conflict for millennia, annihilating and dominating countless rival families, and had even successfully repelled the expansionist designs of a formidable sect on one occasion.

All their accumulated efforts would be reduced to nothingness, yet the necessity was undeniable.

The ancient demon had scrutinized Lingyun's unique physical constitution and pledged that upon her resurrection, the queen would bestow her betrothal upon him.

Even if it necessitated the sacrifice of an entire planet, the queen had been a being of the celestial emperor's realm in her prior existence.

To be espoused to such a celestial entity, even if solely due to his physical makeup, instantly ignited a flurry of ambitious plans within Lingyun's mind.

She would be his, he was absolutely certain of it!

What alternative outcome could possibly manifest? Could someone possibly usurp her from directly under his nose?

"And the individual responsible for my son's demise?" Lingyun inquired, his voice strained through gritted teeth.

He did not harbor profound sorrow over Longwei's passing, as the possibility of fathering another son remained ever-present, yet, as a father, a subtle undercurrent of irritation could not be suppressed.

He had foregone much for the sake of that boy, and for the prospect of securing his union with Xue Hua, thereby winning her favor as the key sacrifice for his family's ultimate glory.

Now, with Longwei's life extinguished, all those sacrifices had amounted to naught.

"Hmm... my certainty wavers on that matter," the demon confessed, stroking his chin thoughtfully before closing his eyes to activate his divination ability.

It ought to have been merely some inconsequential young prodigy, or perhaps an unfortunate twist of fate. However, the instant he perceived the interwoven karmic threads connected to Longwei's death—a total of four—a deep shudder coursed through him.

His eyes widened in alarm. A torrent of blood surged up his throat, trickling from the corner of his mouth as he collapsed onto his knees, struggling desperately for breath.