The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 424 - new spirit roots.

As the first light of dawn broke, Qingyi’s eyes flickered open. He was instantly met with the familiar sensation of Isabel’s breasts pressing firmly against his chest, their weight grounding him in the moment.

He was a true immortal, capable of enduring centuries without the necessity of food or rest. Yet, he often wondered what point there was to existence if one did not indulge in such simple, earthly comforts?

To him, a life without them was not worth living.

Moving with practiced grace, Qingyi slipped out from Isabel’s hold and dressed himself. He quietly exited the chambers, making his way toward one of the palace’s most secluded sectors.

Outside, the staff were busy stripping away the previous night’s wedding finery. While the mortal aristocrats nursed their hangovers, the more influential figures were preoccupied with seeking the King's favor.

Qingyi slipped past them like a ghost, entering a meditation room and sealing the door behind him.

The lack of a high-grade array to concentrate mana was an annoyance, particularly given the high caliber of his spiritual roots. However, he didn't dwell on the frustration for long.

A dense mana environment wasn't strictly required for the task he had planned.

For a long duration, he had relied solely on his fire, sword, lightning, and ice spiritual roots. Now, however, he felt the necessity to broaden his elemental foundation.

It was a vital step for his upcoming schemes.

He couldn't exactly waltz into the Church of Auranys without a plan, presenting himself as a champion to a goddess who likely held a deep-seated hatred for him, could he?

Such a move would be insufficient.

Accessing the system store, Qingyi began his search, his attention initially drawn to time-type spirit roots.

The temptation was great, but the cost was astronomical—far beyond his current means. The price tag was a dizzying string of zeros that he couldn't hope to match yet.

Furthermore, tampering with time was a perilous endeavor; the heavens rarely showed mercy to those who attempted to seize control over its flow.

The grim tales Ruxue had shared regarding such attempts were haunting. He doubted his own ability to survive a heavenly tribulation of extermination triggered by such a taboo power.

Exhaling slowly, he resumed his search until he found three specific spirit roots.

Space, shadow, and light.

Among the trio, the space root was the most expensive, priced at slightly over a hundred billion lust points. The others were relatively cheap, costing only a few million—sums Qingyi could have afforded even back in the mortal sky. While light and shadow were considered rare, they were eclipsed by the power of space, which allowed a Cultivator to tear through the fabric of reality to cross vast distances in an instant. After a moment of calculation, Qingyi let out a heavy breath and finalized the purchase for all three roots simultaneously.

Immediately, Qingyi sensed that this experience would be fundamentally different from his previous breakthroughs.

Usually, the body offered some level of resistance when integrating new spirit roots. Even with his Primordial Seed of Creation, he had braced for at least a minor struggle.

Instead, there was no friction at all.

A brilliant radiance erupted from his form, lifting him off the floor as his Qi flooded the meditation chamber.

The scorching Qi of fire, the sharp silver Qi of the sword, the crackling violet Qi of lightning, and the frigid blue Qi of ice all manifested at once.

His aura spilled outward, causing the ambient temperature to fluctuate violently between thousands of degrees and sub-zero chills.

The stone walls groaned under the heat, while lightning arced through the air and sword Qi carved jagged, deep rents into the surroundings.

Any living creature caught in this vortex would have been shredded into a thousand pieces instantly.

Had the walls of the meditation room not been reinforced with meters of stone and potent mana arrays, the entire structure would have likely collapsed.

Qingyi endured the onslaught, feeling the three new elements take root within his body and begin to circulate through his meridians.

As expected, the process was grueling.

His meridians were violently torn open and his Dantian was forcibly expanded to accommodate the influx of new power from the spirit roots.

Clenching his teeth, he let out a muffled groan as a torrent of insight filled his mind, and all seven elements began to harmonize within his spirit root.

A blinding golden light enveloped him, followed quickly by a shadow so profound it seemed to swallow his very existence, erasing his aura entirely.

Then, a sudden stillness followed.

His spatial element failed to stabilize, sending a violent shockwave through his frame. He collapsed to the floor, his mind reeling in confusion. [Your spiritual roots have changed! Primordial Creation Seed spirit root (Lightning, sword, fire, ice) -> Primordial Creation Seed spirit root (Lightning, sword, fire, ice, space, light, shadow)] Qingyi studied the notification for a moment, rubbing his chin in thought. Raising his right hand, he first summoned his light Qi.

A soothing, tranquil energy wrapped around him, and a brilliant glow radiated from his palm.

Auranys was the goddess of light. While this element wasn't immediately offensive for him, he wasn't concerned.

His primary goal was to be perceived as an indomitable hero of the light.

Next, he called upon the shadows, vanishing into the darkness of the room before finally attempting to manifest his spatial Qi.

This time, the atmosphere turned volatile. The space around him warped and shuddered before collapsing inward.

A sharp cry of pain escaped him as he coughed up a spray of blood.

His hand vanished from his wrist, reappearing several feet away where it struck the wall with a dull thud, blood spraying from the severed limb. "Shit..." Qingyi hissed through his teeth. Immediately, the Qi from the Seed of Life surged, knitting the flesh back together and reattaching his hand in an instant.

It was clear that mastering the laws of space would be no simple feat.

Even a master like Margareth had spent a lifetime researching spatial magic only to achieve the ability to teleport something as small as an apple.

Sighing in defeat, Qingyi reopened the system store to look for pills that could enhance his affinity for space, light, and shadow.