The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 893 - Returning to the Celestial Orthodox Martial Alliance

When Qingyi escaped the Heavenly Demon's terrifying aura, he hadn't had time to set a specific destination for his teleport.

Basically, he'd just tried to put as much distance as possible between himself and that suffocating presence.

Over short distances, teleporting without a fixed target wouldn't have been a problem.

Over long distances, however, the chances of a spatial anomaly occurring—and of someone ending up hurled to a completely unknown location—were extremely high.

That was probably what had happened.

Qingyi had set a direction, teleported, and halfway there ran into a patch of spatial instability that veered him off course, throwing him into that strange world.

That place didn't belong to the Celestial Heaven.

In fact, it wasn't located anywhere in space that Qingyi could recognize.

It was strange. But above all, it was changing.

The moment he used his spatial senses to scan the surroundings, he perceived a vast, endless universe, and noticed three other points shining within that immensity.

One was the Celestial Heaven. Another was likely the Land of the True Gods. And the third, Qingyi guessed, must be the Mortal Heaven and the Immortal Heaven.

Well, more specifically, one of the countless incubator worlds belonging to those two planes.

Under normal circumstances, Qingyi wouldn't have been too concerned about any of it.

It was just a different plane—a planet inhabited by humanoid mortals who weren't exactly human.

The central problem lay elsewhere. The moment he sensed the Celestial Heaven, he noticed something wrong.

The space between the two planes was changing.

To be more precise, it was collapsing, slowly sealing off the connection between the two sides.

Qingyi possessed powerful spatial abilities, but he could only teleport between regions if a stable connection existed between them.

Otherwise, he'd just be shooting in the dark, praying to end up somewhere even remotely familiar.

If he waited a few more hours, he knew he'd be trapped there. Without a doubt.

So he didn't hesitate.

The instant he grasped what was happening, he pulled Yuehan tightly against his chest, focused his mind, and tore through the space before him, slicing through that strange world like a blade cutting through a veil.

Yuehan shuddered as she felt the spatial tear swallow them both, their bodies dissolving for a split second before reappearing in the silent void of the Celestial Heaven.

They emerged somewhere far from the Central Region, right on the border with the Eastern Region.

"Qingyi? What happened?" Yuehan asked, noticing the grave expression on the young dragon's face.

Moments earlier, he had seemed quite interested in exploring that world, and now, all of a sudden, he appeared to have lost all interest, rushing out of there in a hurry.

Seeing him act with such unusual urgency naturally worried her.

"It's nothing." Qingyi shook his head slightly.

He was dying of curiosity about that place, but he wasn't willing to risk getting trapped there.

For now, it was better to focus on growing stronger. Once he had enough power to forcibly maintain the connection between the two planes, only then would he return and explore that world at his leisure.

Yuehan continued to watch him with a hint of suspicion for another brief second before finally nodding.

"Uh… Qingyi…" she called out weakly, sensing something.

Qingyi's hands were still firmly planted on her plump buttocks, his strong fingers sunk deep into that soft, pillowy flesh, kneading and squeezing without the slightest ceremony.

With every squeeze, the ample flesh spilled between his fingers as if pleading for more, the thin fabric of her dress stretched taut against the pronounced curve.

"Could you… move your hand?"

"Oh… of course." Qingyi lazily slid his hands upward, tracing the curve of her hips until they came to rest on Yuehan's slender waist.

Her face relaxed slightly, though a faint blush had settled on her pale cheeks.

"I'm heading straight to the Martial Alliance. Your father is basically imprisoned because of his rage, so you need to control him first," Qingyi said, his tone turning serious once more.

Yuehan simply nodded, a pained expression taking over her delicate features.

Her mother had committed suicide, and her father had nearly gone mad, being kept practically as a prisoner in a psychiatric ward.

It was hard to hide the pain gripping her chest, but she was strong.

A powerful expert who had lived for many years, she knew well the weight of loss and how to bear it without letting her legs give way beneath her.

Her eyes glistened with moisture for a moment, but soon hardened into a cold, icy expression.

[Master… are you all right?] Huoyue asked, her concerned voice echoing in Yuehan's mind.

Yuehan nodded slightly. 'Yes. I just need to get home… for Father and for Ruxue.'

She wrapped her arms around Qingyi's powerful frame, her eyes closing as her body sank against his.

She could feel his steady, constant heartbeat against her cheek, her face pressed to that broad, protective chest.

It was pleasant, she had to admit. Far more pleasant than she'd care to acknowledge out loud.

Qingyi didn't pay much attention to her subtle reaction, merely smiling gently as he held her close in return, one hand rising to stroke the silky strands of her hair.

"Doesn't Huoyue want to come out and feel a little of my warmth, too?" he teased, eliciting a barrage of curses from the spirit trapped inside the sword hanging at Yuehan's waist.

Qingyi merely chuckled, closing his eyes and focusing his mind.

He was quite far from the Celestial Orthodox Martial Alliance, but still within the boundaries of the Central Region.

It took only a few seconds to pinpoint the exact coordinates of the headquarters.

His eyes snapped open, and like a silent step taken into the void, Qingyi vanished.

He reappeared halfway there, almost imperceptible ripples spreading through the space around him, before plunging into the void once again, emerging this time in the air above the palace of Tianjin—leader and supreme master of the Celestial Orthodox Martial Alliance.