The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 425 Water

Qingyi rapidly boosted the affinities for every new element within his spiritual root to 1500. His comprehension surged instantly, bringing a massive leap in his overall control.

Releasing a faint sigh, he pulled up his status screen.

[Name: Long Qingyi

Age: 21

Cultivation: First Stage Of The True Immortal Realm (5T lust points to upgrade)

Affinities: Lightning: 1500 - Sword: 1000 - Fire: 1500 - Ice: 1500 - Space: 1500 - Light: 1500 - Shadow: 1500 - Charm: 1500 (can be upgraded in the lust store)

Spiritual roots: Immortal-level Primordial Creation Seed spirit root (Lightning, sword, fire, ice, space, light, shadow) (10T lust points to upgrade, new roots can be bought in the lust store).

Lineage: Blood of the Corruption Dragon God (Transcendental grade, 10T lust points to upgrade.)

Constitution: Primordial Dragon Body (Transcendental grade, 10T lust points to upgrade.)

Lust points: 63,562,736,930]

Though the list had grown significantly longer, Qingyi gave it little mind. He cast a quick look at his lust point total before refocusing his consciousness.

Raising his affinities had proven much more expensive than he anticipated. When he saw the cost of the pills required to reach the two thousand mark, Qingyi could only sigh, feeling somewhat defeated.

Ultimately, he departed from the meditation room, picked a direction at random, and soared through the sky without stopping as he searched for a perfect location to begin practicing his new abilities.

Naturally, the bulk of this training would take place within his sea of mind, where time flowed at a much slower pace compared to the world outside. Nevertheless, Qingyi desired an open space to gauge this power in reality. Following several hours of searching, he halted his flight and descended into a secluded valley nestled between mountains and hills.

As he extended his Qi senses, he confirmed that no humans were present within a several-kilometer radius.

With a fluid motion, Qingyi touched down and immediately settled into a cross-legged posture.

He submerged into his sea of mind, greeted by the familiar, soothing sensation of warm, shallow water against his feet.

The heat within his Dantian was also palpable, now occupied by three additional varieties of Qi.

While Qingyi intended to master them all, he forced himself to concentrate solely on spatial Qi for the time being.

He had no wish to be shredded by this volatile energy by failing to control it properly during the heat of a real battle.

Qingyi shut his eyes and stilled his thoughts. He could feel his long dark hair swaying in the artificial but pleasant breeze of that boundless aquatic realm.

Suddenly, his eyes snapped open. Summoning his spatial Qi, he directed it toward the water.

The space before him warped, and the water at his target was instantly consumed. However, before it could be relocated, Qingyi's Qi faltered and collapsed, causing the water to erupt in fierce waves.

"Shit...." he muttered, preparing for another attempt.

He found slightly more success this time; a single, faint droplet of water managed to traverse the spatial rift before the energy gave out.

Qingyi let out a disappointed sigh, yet he remained undeterred and continued his practice.

He knew he had many days of training ahead of him before anyone would even realize he was gone.

Throughout the first day, Qingyi worked exclusively with the water. He steadily improved the volume of liquid he could move and the duration he could sustain the spatial tear.

In truth, the process was grueling.

He only managed to utilize the skill effectively by keeping his draconic mind fully engaged, constantly fixing tiny imperfections in the space.

Despite the difficulty, Qingyi grew more invigorated with every minor success. Before long, he could maintain those portals for several seconds at a time.

Eventually, he moved beyond just manipulating water. He began experimenting with spears and swords, launching them and using spatial Qi to shift their positions and paths, resulting in erratic and unpredictable combat patterns.

It took an entire week of dedicated training before Qingyi could finally transition his own body through one of these spatial folds.

The sensation was akin to using teleportation talismans, yet here, he possessed absolute authority over the process.

Wrapped in a profound darkness, his body was transported through an unknown plane before emerging at his intended destination.

Bubbling with excitement, Qingyi spent the final twelve days honing his general combat prowess and finding ways to seamlessly blend all the different elements together.

Finally, after nineteen days of intense focus, Qingyi emerged from his sea of mind.

He was met at once by the soft breeze of midday and the weight of several birds that had settled on him.

Qingyi didn't startle them immediately. He stood up smoothly, allowing them a chance to fly off before he unsheathed the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword.

Aiming at a point in the empty air, he executed the fourth form of the Stormy Monarch Sword Art.

Rather than summoning thousands of blades this time, he manifested only ten ethereal, lightning-charged swords. They circled him slowly, radiating a Qi potent enough to threaten even True Immortals.

Qingyi paused for a heartbeat to center himself before lunging toward the void.

The ten blades trailed him, slicing through the air with incredible speed before being swallowed whole by his shadow Qi. A smile touched the handsome youth's lips as he altered the path of his blades and activated his spatial Qi.

His form was pulled into a dark void, with the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword already mid-swing as he reappeared dozens of meters above the treeline, striking downward.

A torrent of sword Qi, lightning, and fire coated the keen edge. The surrounding atmosphere began to boil as the strike expanded like a crescent moon, seemingly devouring the environment.

In the final second before the blow reached the earth, he triggered his spatial Qi once more.

His body vanished amidst a shockwave. Space warped at the precise coordinate where the ten thunderous blades and his primary attack were converging.

The Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword turned into a streak of pure light as Qingyi intercepted and parried all eleven strikes in a mere pulse of time.

The resulting shockwaves from the eleven clashes radiated outward, tearing trees from the earth and pulverizing the ground into dust, clearing everything within a kilometer.

"Incredible..." Qingyi whispered, a wide, triumphant grin spreading across his face. Such velocity... such fluidity... he felt as if he had become water itself.