The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 707 - Primordial Empress of the Dragons

Qingyi reflected on Auranys' words for a considerable time, allowing her to lean against his chest.

His fingers gently stroked the goddess's silky golden hair, caressing the strands with tenderness.

The young man's gaze remained fixed on the stunning horizon outside the temple, where the sky met the earth in warm, blended hues.

"Do you still intend to awaken the Aether?" Auranys inquired, her voice as soft as a gentle breeze.

The goddess had never encountered the great creator, as he had sacrificed himself to bring life to this universe long before her own existence.

Nevertheless, she was the daughter of the celestial father, who, in essence, was akin to the creator's firstborn child.

Fundamentally, she was the granddaughter of the very being who fashioned the entire universe, the one who permitted life to emerge from the primordial chaos.

It was only natural for her to feel thrilled by the rebirth of a being possessing similar power, especially when that being was Qingyi, her beloved.

"Yes," Qingyi affirmed, his voice resolute. "I will not cease until I reach the absolute summit, until I am assured that no foe can endanger me or those I hold dear."

"If I achieve the position of being above all others, could I not then enjoy an eternity of tranquility by your side, free from any trouble?"

Auranys emitted a heartfelt laugh at his declaration, before her expression shifted to one of slightly greater seriousness.

"You should endeavor to live more for your own sake, you understand?" She pressed her palm against his chest, sensing the steady rhythm of his heart beneath her touch.

"I live for that which provides me with a purpose to exist. I am not driven by an obsession for solitary strength or immortality. None of that holds any significance for me," Qingyi responded with complete honesty.

What value would it hold if he were the strongest entity in the entire universe? What purpose would that strength serve if his only recourse was to gaze at the stars alone?

The reality was straightforward: he had developed a profound connection and reliance on his wives.

His power served no other function than to guarantee their safety from any threats.

As for everything else?

It held minimal importance.

"Once I reach the pinnacle, we shall begin filling this place with numerous children. We will nurture them with boundless love and witness them command the celestial heavens on their own.

Our very own dynasty of little emperors, haha." Qingyi let out a gentle chuckle, his shoulders shaking slightly from the sheer joy of his envisioned future.

He also harbored a desire to find a way back to Earth to ascertain the well-being of his family and to address certain personal matters with specific global leaders.

"I possessed a younger sister in my previous existence," Qingyi stated.

His wives were already aware of his origin from a planet known as Earth, and they were all eager to visit his parents there one day, so he had not concealed much from them.

"Well... I was meant to have one. She was still within my mother's womb when I met my demise." Qingyi closed his eyes briefly.

That was the solitary regret he carried from Earth, as he had been consumed by an anxious anticipation of becoming an elder brother.

"She must be around sixteen years old now. I intend to become absolute and discover a path to Earth before she reaches eighteen." Qingyi stood up, allowing Auranys' feet to return to the ground.

A mere two years to ascend from the Celestial Origin Realm to a being unparalleled throughout the universe.

For anyone else, this would be a ludicrous aspiration, earning them mockery. However, Qingyi was already renowned for achieving the seemingly impossible.

His wives understood this implicitly.

If he dedicated his entire focus to a single objective, he would undoubtedly achieve it.

"Let us partake in some food. Elize will be displeased if we allow her culinary creations to grow cold."

Auranys nodded, but the instant she attempted to take a step forward, she halted.

"Qingyi, if you were to awaken the flames of life... could you resurrect my sisters?"

"Only your sisters, and not your brothers as well?" Qingyi inquired, raising an eyebrow, a faint smile gracing his lips.

"Well... it's not as if you're interested in some of them..." The goddess averted her gaze, a subtle flush appearing on her cheeks.

His words elicited a genuine laugh from the handsome young man.

Indeed, he held little interest in Auranys' brothers, but welcoming a few more goddesses into his embrace would certainly not be unwelcome.

Ultimately, the pair proceeded towards the kitchen, their hands clasped together.

***

While Qingyi savored this tranquil interlude with his wives, in a location whose existence was doubted by many, a grand castle stood. Within its confines lay a throne room.

It was immense, spacious enough to accommodate thousands of attendees, extending all the way to the throne situated at the far end. Upon this throne, a solitary woman was seated. Her features remained concealed by the profound shadows enveloping the area.

Nonetheless, the distinct outlines of horns could be discerned rising above her head, complemented by luminous violet eyes, as captivating as a galactic nebula.

A slender shaft of white light descended from above, illuminating the woman. It didn't fully reveal her form, but rather focused on the generous swell of snow-white skin, accentuating her incomparable breasts, making them gleam as if carved from polished marble.

The dragon-scale fabric of her gown was stretched taut over their considerable weight. Her supple flesh spilled abundantly from the neckline, appearing as though it might escape its confines with the slightest movement on her throne.

Her long, elegant legs were crossed, her plump, pale thighs squeezed into rounded mounds by the constriction of the black thigh-high stockings that encased them. The material dug into her soft flesh, the elastic edge pressing into her milky skin, causing it to bulge above the band like excessively ripe fruit, on the verge of bursting free.

"My lady… the preparations to retrieve your beloved granddaughter are nearly finalized, and we have already forged a connection with the realm of the false gods," a voice resonated through the hall. The woman’s gaze then drifted towards a servant who knelt before her, trembling.

"Soon, the entire domain of the true gods will quake with the news of your cherished granddaughter's return to your embrace!" the servant proclaimed, his head still bowed low.

"Hm…" Her voice, mature and laced with sensuality, echoed. "Your expression suggests there's more to this… Is it connected to my late son's mother-in-law?"

"N-no… everything is proceeding smoothly on that front as well, it's just that…"

"Speak," she commanded. A frigid aura enveloped the servant, causing him to shudder violently, struggling for breath.

"W-while we were establishing the connection, we detected the aura of your son… or rather, it seems, an heir to your son's power."

The servant spoke, and for the first time in his existence, he witnessed the composure of the woman—the Primordial Empress of the Dragons—waver.

"My son… he has an heir?"

[NT:Granny wife?]