The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 429 It is profane

Qingyi had truly lost track of the hours they had been continuously flying.

Aeryn, conversely, displayed no interest in utilizing any flying apparatus; her form sliced through the air with elegant precision.

Like a slender, keen blade, the wind barely registered her movements, even as she shattered the sound barrier.

Qingyi, however, lacked such grace. Flying at a lower altitude, his body generated a potent shockwave, uprooting trees and displacing earth.

Naturally, by the time such a shockwave propagated, he was already too distant to perceive its effects.

Abruptly, Aeryn altered her trajectory mid-air.

Taking a single step into the void, her body halted, then began its descent to the ground.

Her fluttering cape settled, draping over her delicate back and conforming to the curve of her ample, perfectly rounded posterior.

Qingyi also ceased his flight instantly, but the moment his feet contacted the earth, the shockwave reached him.

The dense forest surrounding them opened into a small clearing. Aeryn's hands instinctively went to her eyes, shielding them as dust and wind assailed her, causing her cape to ripple violently.

"Can you fly causing less devastation?" she inquired, her stunning blue eyes fixed on the path of destruction trailing behind them.

"Perhaps," Qingyi responded. Utilizing his Lightning Blink movement technique or his shadow spirit root, he certainly could.

"But I'm not accustomed to flying so low. Should I endeavor to inflict less harm upon the forest?" he asked. "I understand this is significant to you elves."

"We maintain balance, not merely nature. As a dragon, should you not also preserve balance?" She subtly turned her exquisite face.

Qingyi had, in truth, become accustomed to being referred to as a dragon and now found himself indifferent to the label.

His scent no longer resembled that of a common human; his eyes were distinctly non-human, and his intellect would soon transcend human limitations as well.

He was undergoing a complete transformation into a dragon, a fact he was keenly aware of.

"The Golden Ones perhaps, but not me," Qingyi countered, shaking his head. "I preserve the demise of my adversaries and the contentment of my wives."

"Hm... is that so?" Aeryn replied with nothing more than a soft, low grunt before turning away, a faint blush spreading across her cheeks.

Her gaze settled on the northwest horizon, and she continued walking in silence.

"I doubt you stopped here solely to note the destruction I left behind," Qingyi stated, his words met with a subtle nod.

"I dislike leaving missions unfinished; it invariably leads to complications."

The handsome young man merely sighed, following closely, his eyes drawn to the elf's graceful back, the sway of her hips, and the movement of her cape over her full buttocks.

After traversing a few dozen meters, Aeryn paused, drew her sword, and then executed a swift slash.

From her beautiful elven blade, a surge of Mana materialized, tearing through the air ahead and heading towards a diminutive tree on the horizon. To Qingyi's astonishment, just before the slash connected, the tree twisted ninety degrees, like a human spine contorting.

"That's an ancient spirit..." Ruxue's voice resonated within Qingyi's mind, prompting him to immediately focus his draconic eyes.

That tree was enveloped by Mana, but not the conventional Mana Aeryn utilized.

It was something corrupted, putrid. It bore the same relation to Mana as demonic Qi did to the Qi he himself employed.

'Like you?' Qingyi questioned mentally.

"Like what existed before I did; the Heavens prefer we not speak of this era," Ruxue responded, her sweet, mature voice carrying a hint of apprehension.

The young man's eyes refocused on the tree.

Its trunk rose from the ground, exhaling a foul mist from which beings resembling those he had previously slain emerged.

Dozens, hundreds, thousands...

Their numbers ceaselessly multiplied, and soon, the entire surrounding forest was overrun.

Aeryn shivered slightly but did not retreat. Finally, Qingyi could perceive her Mana at full potency, spreading without constraint, clinging to every tree, every branch.

With a single gesture of her fingers, thousands of thorns materialized, obliterating everything in their vicinity, piercing the forms of those ancient horrors and tearing them asunder.

In an instant, over half of them disintegrated into dust.

Panic seemed to grip the tree as its immense roots pressed against the ground, attempting to flee.

Evidently, Aeryn would not permit it.

With a fluid motion, she lunged forward, her body becoming a blur, her blade embedding itself in the wood and cleaving the tree in two.

To her surprise, the lower section continued to flee; from within it, a mind screamed desperately.

"Damn... Damn... damn... why in the hell did this accursed woman come after me? I need a new... a new body, fast!"

Suddenly, and for a brief moment, the tree froze.

It wasn't insane enough to attempt to possess Aeryn's mind, but fortuitously, there was someone who would likely be a perfect candidate. The tree abruptly turned, bypassing Aeryn and rushing towards Qingyi.

The creature failed to notice that the elven woman made no effort to impede it; on the contrary, a gentle smile graced her full, pink lips. The instant the tree came within a meter, a hand emerged from its trunk, ancient and brittle, reaching for Qingyi's neck.

"Hm... bad idea..." The handsome young man murmured softly, his lips curving into a subtle smile.

And at that moment, the spirit witnessed a figure materializing from behind Qingyi.

It was colossal, as vast as a castle—no, even larger.

Its jaws harbored endless rows of razor-sharp teeth, and its magnificent purple eyes, identical to Qingyi's, regarded the spirit with disdain. Qingyi barely registered it for more than a fleeting moment before planting his left leg and rotating his right, striking the tree trunk. A torrent of grey flames immediately erupted, an ancient cry of agony and despair echoing through the forest as the flames of Primordial Chaos consumed all.

Qingyi did not sustain them for long, his right arm burning painfully as he extinguished them.

They remained challenging to control; as he gained strength, the flames also intensified and, naturally, became considerably more violent.

Aeryn's eyes lingered on those flames for another brief instant before she turned away.

"It is profane," she declared, before ascending into the skies. This time, she flew a little higher than before.