The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 858 - The End of the Battle

The moment Qingyi's fist crushed Xuanyu's skull, a silver flash burst forth from the headless body.

Everyone watched as that flash shot toward the heavens like inverted lightning, rising in a straight line until it plunged into the black clouds and vanished into their heart.

The clouds closed in at once, like a hungry mouth swallowing Xuanyu's soul in a single gulp.

Qingyi could have easily intercepted that fleeing soul, but he kept his hand down.

It wasn't time yet to truly kill Xuanyu.

He raised his still blood-soaked palm, and a spear of crimson flame materialized between his calloused fingers, crackling with a dry, hissing sound like hungry embers.

It was a technique he had learned in the Mortal Heaven, one he had hardly used in quite some time.

Still, with the proper refinement behind it, it was more than capable of unleashing plenty of power even here in the Celestial Heaven.

Qingyi lifted his eyes to the suffocating canopy of black clouds above him and spoke in a low voice. "No child of mine shall be born under a sky of black clouds."

In the next instant, he hurled it.

The spear tore through the air with the shrill cry of a phoenix, cut through the distance in the blink of an eye, and plunged deep into the heart of the clouds before exploding into a silent flower of fire.

The Celestial Court must have burned through an astronomical amount of resources to force the heavens to part in that way, and now, with Xuanyu gone, the entire structure was already too fragile to hold itself up.

An explosion was all it took. The rest collapsed on its own.

The black clouds parted across thousands of kilometers in every direction, rolling back like a colossal wave breaking over an endless sea, revealing the sun shining brightly on the other side.

Its heat descended upon everyone present like a mantle, bathing skin and hair in a golden light.

What remained of the sky was a clear azure ocean so profound that one could still glimpse distant constellations and galaxies even in broad daylight.

Qingyi gazed at it for a long moment, then smiled, satisfied.

It was a beautiful sky.

The kind of sky under which each of his children deserved to be born. A sky worthy of being admired by entire generations.

Only then did his eyes fall upon the spear Xuanyu had wielded.

He first retrieved the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword, still hovering beside his shoulder, and secured it back at his waist with a light flick of his fingers.

Next, he raised his hand and, with a brief surge of Qi, drew the golden spear toward him.

He caught the weapon in midair, his fingers closing firmly around the marble hilt inlaid with veins of gold.

Golden threads ran just below the long, sharp blade, which appeared fashioned from pure gold, though the material was clearly far more durable than that.

It was, without a doubt, a weapon originally designed to function solely on mana. Yet something about it felt strange.

High-level weapons, just like people, possessed meridians—or at least something very close to them.

These were extremely fine array threads, carefully embedded in the metal, intertwining in complex patterns that granted the weapon its power—far superior to that of ordinary weapons.

The arrays on that spear were distorted. Twisted. Similar to what happens to the meridians of a person crippled by some cultivation accident.

It seemed to be a weapon whose quality had been recognized by the Celestial Court, then subjected to some process that had completely deformed it. In return, however, it now channeled Qi with far greater efficiency than before.

Qingyi activated the Nine Paths of Creation Reversal Art and watched as the spear slowly shifted shape between his fingers, the metal flowing like water beneath his palm.

The silver of the hilt shone even more intensely, and the former golden snakes and flames dissolved to give way to the smaller forms of a sword and a scale, discreetly carved into the metal without in any way compromising the weapon's combat effectiveness.

Even the gold of the ribbons that trailed down the blade, like a lion's flowing mane, now seemed to shine with far more life than before.

"Hmm… Auranys is going to be very happy when she sees this." Qingyi let out a soft laugh.

That was, without a doubt, Auranys's original spear.

He sighed, stowing the weapon in his spatial ring before turning his attention to the world around the pavilion.

With a pulse of his cultivation technique, he set about repairing everything that had been damaged during the battle.

Since the damage was limited to the ground, it wasn't difficult to restore every detail to its original state, from the gigantic trees to the flowers, and even the insects that soon resumed their buzzing among them.

As the barrier erected by the Celestial Heavens finished collapsing and the Celestial Emperors invaded the region en masse—more than a hundred of them in total—Qingyi finally let his shoulders relax.

Some tried to draw near the pavilion, out of curiosity or concern, but the Golden Guard moved swiftly, forming a tight circle around the structure and cutting off any unauthorized approach.

The only person allowed to pass, aside from Feiyue, was one of the great elders of the Eternal Life Sect—a woman renowned throughout the Celestial Heavens as one of the greatest midwives of geniuses who had ever lived.

"Do you know what this spear is?" Tianjin asked, approaching Qingyi in the sky, dismissing all the other Celestial Emperors around them with a curt gesture.

Even those who had originally opposed Qingyi's presence there now seemed frenzied with excitement, their eyes shining with an almost childlike gleam.

They had just witnessed, that very day, a genius of the Celestial Court being defeated.

And it had not been a magnificent defeat, nor an epic battle capable of making the heavens tremble.

Qingyi had simply pinned that genius against the barrier with sheer brute force and crushed him like a cockroach beneath the heel of a shoe.