The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 704 - Come!

Qingyi rose slowly, his handsome features radiating an almost unnatural serenity.

He was sequestered within a cultivation chamber, utterly severed from the external world. The inert walls concealed the events unfolding outside, yet he was keenly aware of them.

[Qingyi... this is no ordinary heavenly tribulation... Exercise extreme caution!]

Ruxue's voice resonated within his mind, prompting an imperceptible nod.

He perceived the quaver in her voice, as if she teetered on the brink of tears, her tone nearly choked with anguish. This grim revelation underscored the severity of their predicament.

The celestial heavens operated under stringent regulations concerning the magnitude of power they could deploy in a heavenly tribulation. Yet, they assaulted Qingyi with their utmost might, marshaling every available force to vanquish a cultivator poised at the Celestial Ascension Realm.

Moreover, their objective seemed to be his obliteration with a solitary bolt of heavenly thunder, annihilating him before he could even muster a defense.

Qingyi harbored no aversion to this proposition; quite the opposite.

He desired no superfluous complications.

[Do not perish, you imbecile...]

Ruxue's trembling whisper echoed one final time in his consciousness.

"I shall not, my love." A gentle smile graced his lips.

He closed his eyes, sensing the rhythmic pulse of his Dantian like a second heart, and then advanced, preparing the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword.

The Heaven-Shattering Divine Slash. The pinnacle of his life's craftsmanship.

Once his most formidable martial art, it had become commonplace in his repertoire. Now, after its reformulation, it had reclaimed its supreme status.

The last instance of its deployment, even within the simulated confines of his sea of consciousness, had caused tremors in the external world.

Now, immensely more potent, what cataclysmic events would its activation unleash?

A resounding thunderous pulse swept across the planet, deafening and seismic, agitating mountains to their very foundations. Another followed, and then another.

Qingyi felt the totality of the celestial heavens' aggregated power converging above him.

The stellar sovereigns recoiled, their countenances paling at the spectacle of such might.

It was insignificant compared to their own power, but against Qingyi?

It was terrifyingly overwhelming.

If this force were scaled to their respective cultivation realms, even their collective might would succumb to annihilation.

Qingyi gritted his teeth and channeled every iota of his Qi, every one of his divine roots.

Space, shadow, light, sword, lightning, ice, fire, wind, earth, metal, water.

All elements converged upon the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword, augmented by his draconic aura and the primordial chaos flames, blazing with unparalleled ferocity.

In that singular moment, the heavens descended upon Qingyi.

"Hurl it!" he bellowed.

The sword cleaved through the atmosphere with a sky-rending shriek, leaving a luminous, rainbow-hued trail in its wake.

The fabric of space ripped asunder. The primordial laws governing that world, and indeed the very dominion of the heavens, fractured into irreparable pieces.

Rouxi's entire palace erupted in a blaze of protective formations, but they disintegrated instantaneously, pulverized between the combined onslaught of the celestial tribulation and Qingyi's own formidable power.

The surrounding palace dissolved into mere dust, and a bolt of azure lightning, possessing unimaginable potency, struck the defiant sword.

A sphere of incandescent plasma, exceeding the sun's core temperature, enveloped him, expanding outwards to encompass a diameter of nearly a kilometer.

Arcs of scorching energy erupted from the surface of this sphere, gouging vast trenches for tens of kilometers across the ravaged landscape.

The atmosphere boiled, the ground liquefied, and the pungent aroma of ozone permeated an immeasurable radius.

The plasma sphere imploded in a cataclysmic detonation, sufficiently powerful to annihilate beings below the cosmic realm and inflict grievous wounds upon those at its apex.

Emerging from the heart of this maelstrom, Qingyi's bloodied form appeared, his robes tattered and scorched, crimson rivulets cascading down his battered physique.

He roared, pressing his assault.

The Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword sliced through the heavenly lightning, and then the primordial chaos flames surged with a guttural roar, consuming all in their path with an ancient, insatiable hunger.

The heavens quaked.

Not with rage.

But with dread.

***

Within the Guo family estate, a figure paced restlessly through the palace corridors, his muted footsteps echoing against the desolate walls.

He was en route to deliver tidings of Guo Tianhao's demise to the patriarch, but he abruptly stopped, sensing a profound alteration in the cosmic balance.

Each individual whose destiny he had meticulously observed, even in unsuccessful pursuits like that of Long Qingyi, left an indelible imprint. Through this imprint, he could discern shifts in a person's fate.

The instant he attempted to ascertain the changes in Qingyi's destiny, his eyes widened in disbelief.

Qingyi was no longer tethered to the Star of the Heavenly Slaughter. This could not be...

How was such a thing even conceivable?

Qingyi was not crippled. An even more potent star was now intrinsically linked to his destiny, but what star could possibly possess such immense significance?

The Star of the Heavenly Slaughter is supposed to be the most supreme entity!

The ancient demon attempted to divine Qingyi's destiny once more, and in that moment, a tremor ran through him.

Primordial Chaos Qi.

He recognized this Qi instantly, for it was identical to the Qi his master wielded.

His master, a woman who, before meeting her end from a potent poison known as the gods' perdition, had entrusted him with a solitary message.

Her destined spouse, the sole individual on this plane whose fate intertwined with the primordial chaos Qi, would arrive in this world to exact vengeance for her demise.

But... how could Guo Lingyun, the father of Tianhao and Longwei, also possess a fate intrinsically linked to the primordial chaos Qi?

In that precise instant, the demon re-examined Lingyun's destiny, and his eyes snapped wide open.

Lingyun's destiny was indeed tethered to the primordial chaos, much like the fate of every slain man and woman was irrevocably bound to the Qi of their assassins.

The source of his profound unease stemmed from the fact that the very person he intended to resurrect was none other than the primordial demon empress, the progenitor of all demons.

An ancient being who, akin to the Corruption Dragon God, had emerged from and dwelled within the primordial chaos.

The old demon grit his teeth savagely.

It made no difference.

All would be unveiled once his master was successfully resurrected.