The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 710 - Incomplete Primordial Dragon God (01)

The instant Qingyi initiated the upgrade for his lineage and constitution to the divine grade—a level that should have elevated his talent to match numerous prodigies from the central region—he found himself frozen.

The surrounding world shimmered and transformed, yet this shift was profoundly different from his prior breakthroughs, which had previously immersed him within a sea of consciousness.

Darkness enveloped his vision. A searing agony coursed through every fiber of his being, his bones audibly cracking and reshaping while his flesh simultaneously tore apart and regenerated.

A sound, utterly inhuman, escaped his throat, more akin to the guttural roar of a wild beast than the voice of a man.

His Qi underwent a radical metamorphosis, surging in both level and density, his reserves expanding exponentially within the span of a mere second.

When Qingyi's eyes eventually reopened, he discovered himself in an unfamiliar locale.

His olfactory senses became acutely refined, allowing him to perceive scents from distances spanning tens of kilometers. Likewise, his vision surpassed any previous capability, rendering every distant leaf and blade of grass with breathtaking, crystalline clarity.

'Just… what in the blazes is happening?'

He pondered, and as he attempted to take a step, a startling realization dawned upon him.

'That's not my body. No.'

'That's not even a human body.'

[Integration process into original form: "Incomplete Primordial Dragon God" initiated]

[Elevate your lineage to the primordial rank to assume the original form: "Complete Primordial Dragon God"]

Qingyi observed these system prompts while simultaneously acclimating to his newfound physique, moving with haste towards a nearby lake.

Each footfall resonated like a peal of thunder, ancient trees toppling as the forest itself trembled under his immense weight. His gaze hovered dozens of meters above the terrain, and the crystal-clear lake, which ought to have appeared vast, seemed diminutive against the scale of his form.

What gazed back from the water's surface was the likeness of a dragon, colossal and formidable, adorned with obsidian scales that seemed to absorb the very sunlight.

His features were ferociously savage, exuding a terrifying aura, much like a bloodthirsty predator.

Yet, an undeniable nobility and inherent dignity permeated that visage.

Qingyi swiveled his colossal neck, examining the body that now housed him. It was powerfully muscled, encased in obsidian scales possessing the resilience to withstand direct nuclear impacts without sustaining even the slightest blemish.

This realization sent a jolt of exhilaration through him. His jaw, lined with razor-sharp teeth, parted in a primal, draconic growl that echoed through the entire expanse of the forest, startling flocks of birds into a chaotic ascent.

[Integration process underway. Survive for the maximum duration to ensure a smoother integration.]

The instant the system notification appeared, Qingyi's eyes underwent a transformation, and he lifted his snout towards the sky.

His senses, now amplified thousands of times beyond his prior corporeal state, detected every minute movement in his vicinity. A peculiar aroma assailed his nostrils, carrying the distinct metallic scent of scorched air.

In that precise moment, he understood.

Something of immense magnitude was approaching.

His form, weighing over ten million tons and spanning nearly five hundred meters in length, pivoted. Emerald eyes fixed upon a beast of equal or greater scale, which let out a deafening roar and tore through the heavens.

It was a crimson dragon, its maw agape as an inferno of scarlet flames billowed forth from its gullet.

The aerial predator shrieked, traversing the distance between them in an instant, unleashing a torrent of crimson fire upon Qingyi.

Still disoriented within this unfamiliar body, Qingyi barely managed to muster a timely reaction.

The red dragon descended with lethal intent, its formidable claws digging into his obsidian scales with a shriek like metallic impacts against stone, its gargantuan jaw lunging towards his throat.

The two titanic forms collided with the earth, enveloped in a conflagration, carving a colossal crater into the ground. The intense heat from the red dragon's fiery breath instantly vaporized all in its immediate vicinity.

Within a precise radius of fifty kilometers, everything was annihilated, reduced to mere dust. Forests were incinerated in seconds, the earth blackened and radiating an intense crimson glow, and every drop of moisture evaporated into steam.

It was as if two cataclysmic deities had clashed, an unimaginable scale of power unleashed across the region.

Qingyi swiftly grasped that this new body possessed a might far exceeding his previous human existence. The disparity was so profound that any attempt at comparison felt utterly inadequate.

It was perfectly logical.

Typically, a beast of a particular cultivation realm would necessitate the combined might of a hundred ordinary cultivators of the same tier to be subdued.

He, in his former human guise, could contend with up to a thousand ordinary cultivators from an entire realm above his own.

If this novel form exhibited such a drastic increase in power compared to his human one, would his accomplishments not become even more astonishing?

He felt his very blood ignite with the thrill of combat. With a swift contortion, he wrenched his neck free from the red dragon's snapping jaws. The beast's formidable teeth met only air, generating a potent shockwave that vibrated through the surrounding atmosphere.

The magnificent wings adorning Qingyi's back beat once, granting him precious moments of separation.

As the crimson dragon lunged once more, Qingyi plunged his formidable claws deep into its chest, immobilizing the beast. He then opened his maw.

From his very core, he unleashed primordial inferno, a blaze so intense it could sear the flesh from the bones of even a Heavenly Origin Realm cultivator. A tempest of violet fire surged forth, engulfing the red dragon's gaping mouth.

Though a dragon's hide might be formidable, its interior remained vulnerable. Roaring into Qingyi's fiery onslaught was, by all measures, a grave miscalculation.

The red dragon thrashed violently, forced to ingest the searing flames, its very insides incinerating from within.

Its pink flesh blackened and charcoaled, a ghastly odor of burnt meat wafting from its nostrils as agony consumed its entire being.

Exploiting the red dragon's dire predicament, Qingyi sunk his razor-sharp teeth into the creature's neck. With a powerful clench and a mighty heave, he tore.

Scales splintered, sinews snapped, and with overwhelming brute strength, the dragon's colossal head was wrenched free from its body.

Hundreds of liters of steaming ichor hemorrhaged onto the earth, hissing as it met the scorched ground, coalescing into a small pool of vermilion where the severed head impacted the soil.

At that precise instant, a savage hunger ignited within Qingyi's very soul.

He plunged his jaws into the fallen beast, ripping away a massive portion of flesh and devouring it with ferocious abandon, the metallic tang of blood flooding his throat.

So this was the sensation Khaedryss experienced when she succumbed to the frenzy of the hunt, was it?

Now, he truly understood her.

He turned his gaze towards the distant horizon, where a multitude of dragons were rapidly drawing near.