The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 821 - Come back to me, my love

Rou'er stared at the Dragon Elder as if she were looking at some pathetic, mentally retarded fool, and then, without a single word, she let the verdant flames crash down upon the Dragon Elder's body.

Ignoring the piercing screams of agony echoing through the void, she walked serenely toward Qingyi's lifeless body.

"Rou'er… can you really save him?" A trembling voice broke the silence.

It was Ruxue, who had materialized beside her, her pale cheeks smudged with ruined makeup, her eyes red and swollen from crying.

Right behind her, one after another, all of Qingyi's wives emerged from the World of the Mind, their faces etched with pain and hope, without so much as a glance at the Dragon Elder writhing in agony, consumed by the flames.

"Yes." She nodded firmly, though deep inside, uncertainty still made her tremble.

The truth was that the flames of primordial chaos could never truly return to being the flames of life.

Not without the full birth of a new Great Creator, or without the Maiden of Celestial Will herself.

The flames of life that still enveloped the Land of the True Gods were merely a dying remnant, a vestige doomed to be extinguished one day, and when that day finally came, the Land of the True Gods itself would perish along with them.

If they came into contact with the uncontrolled flames of primordial chaos, they too would spiral out of control and devour the very Land of the True Gods, killing everything in their path.

The Maiden of Celestial Will had been created precisely for this purpose: to keep the flames of life burning.

It was through a sacrifice to ensure those flames would burn for another ten million years that Rou'er's mother was ultimately forced to plunge toward the Celestial Heaven—the only path she found to escape death.

The Maiden of Celestial Will was the only one capable of transforming the flames of primordial chaos into flames of life, but she could never harbor them within her own body.

That was why the oldest legends said the bearer of the flames of primordial chaos—whom many believed to be nothing more than a myth—would be the father, and the Maiden of Celestial Will, the mother.

Together, and only together, did they form the true flames of life.

At that very moment, she finally understood.

She and Qingyi had been born as two opposites destined to complete one another.

She reached out a small, delicate hand toward Qingyi's colossal body, and the flames of life poured over him in a torrent of emerald light.

"Come back to me, my love… Big Brother Qingyi…" Rou'er whispered, her eyes glistening with tears as she guided the flames of life toward her beloved's shattered body.

In truth, she wasn't the least bit sure it would work, but she had to try, no matter the cost.

"You promised you'd be back for dinner, please…" Elize whispered right after, her voice choked with emotion as she bit down on her lip to keep from breaking down completely.

"You promised you'd restore my original power… that I could be with my master again… that one day, I'd love you alongside her… please…" Ruxue pleaded, clenching her fists against her chest to hold back her sobs.

"You promised you'd show me the world… that I'd see the beauty of life with my own eyes… that together we'd feel every sensation of being alive… please…" Nianxue murmured.

"I don't want to raise our child in a world without you… please…" Rouxi sobbed, her free hand instinctively resting on her own belly.

And soon, one after another, more voices rose from the void—a heart-wrenching chorus of love and pleas:

Xueyao, Feiyan, Qingxue, Biyue, Ruyan, Rongyan, Yueli, Yunfei, Xueyao, Seraphine, Isabel, Meilin, Margareth, Qianyao, Lanyin, Lingxue, Aeryn, Celestia, Sapphire, Khaedryss, Xue Hua, Auranys, Yunxi, Nianxue, Xueyin, Qiaoling, Shulan, Lianyu, Zhiruo, Meihua, Xiaoqin, Yueran, Wan, Shiqi, Suwen, Lihua, Yunfei, Yanlin, Qingyue, Lingxiao, Xiaorou, Zhen'er.

Each of Qingyi's wives stepped forward, opening their hearts and pouring every plea, every promise, and every ounce of love they carried into the verdant void.

The flames of life poured over the colossal body like an emerald waterfall, dissolving the spear that pierced his heart and sealing the wound centimeter by centimeter, scale by scale.

Slowly, Qingyi's colossal body shrank back into its human form, the wounds fading as the flames of primordial chaos transformed around him.

Everything that had been consumed in that secret realm—every fragment of life, every scattered particle of energy—poured back over him, filling him with an overflowing vitality that reached every corner of his soul.

His eyelids fluttered, and slowly his eyes opened—visibly heavy and sore, as if waking required every ounce of strength he had left.

The moment he saw Rou'er standing before him, feeling vitality coursing through his veins like a warm river, he smiled—but it was a smile tinged far more with guilt than with any happiness.

"I don't deserve your love…" His voice came out hoarse. "I don't deserve any of your love… I don't deserve your forgiveness for having caused so much pain…"

No one there paid the slightest attention to his words, and the next thing Qingyi saw was a veritable sea of tits of every shape and size surging toward him.

Trembling hands reached for him from every direction, each of his wives desperate to hold him, to feel him, to prove to themselves he was truly alive.

They just wanted to shower him with kisses and drown him in their huge tits and plump, puffy pussies until none of them had any strength left.

Warm, soft flesh pressed against his cheeks, his chest, his shoulders.

Silky thighs slid over his hips, and slick, aching folds ground desperately against his skin, each of his wives needing to feel him, to feel his warmth, to feel that life truly pulsed within him once more.

They were in pain, and only the warmth of his body could ease that pain.