The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 435 Ten Thousand Shadows Devouring Art.

To be honest, Qingyi remained uncertain about how to best utilize his spiritual root of light.

While it was perhaps effective for swaying a priest's emotions or lighting up a dim corridor, such applications held very little practical value for him. With his current visual prowess and keen Qi sense, no natural darkness was capable of obstructing his vision.

Releasing a faint sigh, he shifted his focus to evaluate his other combat techniques.

A significant amount of time had passed since he last faced a foe capable of forcing him to manifest the Eternal Wall of the Icy Lord. Truthfully, he felt more inclined to simply absorb the force of an attack. His physical form had become so resilient that taking a direct hit was often more efficient than maintaining a defense.

His Art of the Nine Spears of Celestial Fire, despite its mortal grade classification, scaled remarkably well with his rising power level. The same could be said for the Storm Monarch Sword Art.

However, the Heaven-Shattering Divine Slash was in a league of its own; it was incomparable. Its sheer offensive lethality surpassed anything Qingyi had witnessed in his entire life.

Despite these strengths, a nagging concern lingered in the back of Qingyi’s mind: his enemies.

How much time had slipped by since he last fought a rival who could truly draw blood? Where was the opponent who would force him to struggle for survival? He had lost track of the countless ants he had annihilated, yet he found it difficult to recall the last instance he had felt the cold touch of death.

Complacency is the byproduct of ease, and such comfort often breeds a dangerous, unfounded arrogance. In the ruthless world of Cultivation, such a mindset was a path to ruin.

Still, he couldn't blame himself for the fact that his adversaries were consistently underwhelming.

With another sigh, Qingyi accessed the system store. He could only hope that the "heroic journey" the bishop was so anxious about would provide a genuine challenge to further his growth. Considering the Emperor's personal concern regarding the matter, what were the odds they were merely hunting weaklings?

Qingyi adjusted the search filters to display only techniques related to shadows and space. He possessed roughly thirty billion points for each category, a sum certainly sufficient to procure at least two immortal-grade techniques.

Even if these specific spiritual roots didn't provide a direct boost to his raw power, they offered invaluable versatility. They granted him the capacity to merge with shadows or pierce through the fabric of space, yet his current proficiency was lacking. His spatial manipulation was too sluggish for the heat of battle, and while his shadow abilities were less restricted, they were still flawed—useful for an ambush, perhaps, but nearly worthless in a frontal confrontation.

Exhaling deeply, Qingyi resumed his search. After a short while, a couple of entries finally caught his attention.

[Name: Ten Thousand Shadows Devouring Art. Description: A creation of the First Dark Emperor, this technique focuses on consuming all nearby light and energy to redirect it into a singular, devastating strike. Grade: Immortal Price: Twenty billion Lust points]

[Name: Deep Void Art. Description: A fundamental passive art designed for mastery over the void and spatial dimensions. It allows for the instantaneous movement of objects within the user's Qi range, the shattering of spatial locks, and highly efficient, instant teleportation. Grade: Ancestral Price: Forty billion Lust points]

Qingyi studied the two descriptions for a moment. The Ten Thousand Shadows Devouring Art served as a solid offensive option that was better than his current alternatives. The Deep Void Art, however, was exactly what he had been searching for. It provided the ability to manipulate the position of items with ease, bypass spatial barriers, and teleport with a velocity far exceeding his previous limits.

After a brief pause of hesitation, Qingyi confirmed the purchase of both arts. His total Lust point reserves plummeted instantly, leaving him with only five billion.

Immediately, a massive torrent of information flooded his consciousness. To his surprise, he didn't experience the agonizing, sharp pain that usually accompanied the forced insertion of thousands of pages of complex data into his brain. Instead, he felt only a faint, tingling sensation.

'Could this be the effect of the Draconic Mind?' Qingyi mused, feeling impressed. He felt almost no strain despite being forced to assimilate such a vast wealth of knowledge.

Closing his eyes with a sigh, he carefully processed every detail, ensuring that no fragment of the techniques eluded his understanding. After a few moments, he stood up and transitioned into his Sea of Mind.

Opening the system store interface within his mental realm, he unsheathed the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword. As he circulated his dark Qi, his form was instantly consumed by a dense sea of shadows that expanded for dozens of meters. He had become one with the darkness.

Qingyi pulled back his sword, centered his focus, and whispered: "Devour and destroy..."

As the words left his lips, the environment of his Sea of Mind shifted violently. Like a ravenous black hole, every speck of light was pulled toward him. The surrounding waters lost their warmth as Qingyi's Qi erupted outward.

Fifty meters. One hundred meters. Five hundred meters.

The spreading shadow sea finally reached a kilometer before it pulsed and rapidly contracted. Qingyi clenched his teeth, feeling the Qi density around him spike to a violent level. His feet hovered off the ground as he finally thrust the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword forward.

A projectile manifested at the tip of the blade. It was tiny, nearly invisible, yet it radiated a terrifying power born of pure darkness. The moment it was unleashed, a powerful shockwave rippled outward, the recoil pushing Qingyi back several meters. A thin, swirling layer of radiant white light encased the dark projectile, propelling it with even greater intensity and tearing a rift in the air that stretched for kilometers before dissolving into luminous fragments.

Finally, the projectile struck the ground. Qingyi’s eyes narrowed as he watched a massive black explosion consume the horizon. An orb of pure shadow swallowed everything within a radius of dozens of kilometers.

While its raw power was still dozens of times weaker than the Heaven-Shattering Divine Slash, its capacity for wide-scale destruction was certainly on par with the Art of the Nine Spears of Celestial Fire.