The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 444 - Prophecy?

As he stroked Celestia's cascading, golden waves of hair, Qingyi felt a sense of calm wash over him. His attention shifted, his gaze landing upon the translucent status interface floating before him.

[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: 8.6T]

It was impossible for him to deny the satisfaction he felt regarding these massive gains.

Simply by claiming her virginity, he had secured two trillion points. The rest of the staggering total had been amassed through various bonuses and the prolonged duration of their carnal union itself.

While it would take weeks or even months of effort with his other women to reach such a sum, a mere few minutes with Celestia had proven sufficient to earn it.

The rate was truly preposterous, even when accounting for the fact that the lust points generated by her would inevitably dwindle as their intimacy became more frequent.

'Hm... I really need to take some time to work on the other girls' strength...' Qingyi mused to himself.

He knew that a decline in point generation was standard, regardless of whether their cultivation levels remained stagnant.

Having mastered the mechanics of the system, he was aware that the only way to bolster the points they provided was to elevate their individual power.

Eventually, the rewards would stabilize after dropping to a fraction—perhaps ten or twenty times less—of what was gained during the first encounter.

Beyond that, his only option was to advance their cultivation realms; as their strength grew, so too would the lust points harvested from their time in bed.

As it stood, only Meilin, Qingxue, Feiyan, and Ruyan were on the cusp of breaking through to the True Immortal realm. The rest of his harem remained at the False Immortal level or its equivalent.

Furthermore, their lineages and spiritual roots had yet to see significant evolution, currently peaking at the transcendental grade.

While such a grade already marked them as peerless geniuses in the eyes of the world, Qingyi wanted more.

He also made a mental note to acquire a superior cultivation bed to enhance the efficiency of their dual cultivation sessions, though he relegated that task to the future.

A long path lay ahead of him. Once his current journey reached its conclusion, he intended to rest and address these logistical concerns.

Exhaling a soft sigh, Qingyi turned his focus back to Celestia. His palms slid down to her shapely, substantial thighs, which he began to knead with gentle pressure.

"It's time to leave," he murmured, pressing a tender kiss against her brow. Celestia trembled at the touch, a faint crimson hue dusting her cheeks. She opened her eyes, a radiant smile forming on her lips.

"Okay, hubby! Can we try to contact the goddess now? When will hubby fulfill the prophecy?" Celestia inquired as she untangled herself from his embrace.

With a simple motion of her hands, her discarded robes flew back to her form. They appeared perfectly pristine and undamaged, as if they had never been removed in the first place.

"Prophecy?" Qingyi echoed, his brow furrowing in genuine bewilderment.

He had no idea what she was talking about. What sort of prophecy was this?

He vaguely recalled her mentioning something about a destined hero while they were in the heat of passion, but he hadn't given it a second thought at the time.

His mind had been far too occupied by the rhythmic bounce of her massive breasts to process any cryptic lore.

"Yes, the prophecy! Hubby is the chosen hero to be the eternal consort of Auranys!"

The declaration only deepened Qingyi's confusion, but he eventually just shook his head to clear his thoughts.

Regardless of the specifics of this prophecy, it appeared to be a favorable development for him.

'And no response from the goddess...' Qingyi observed silently.

The reaction had been violent when he took Isabel, and even more explosive when he had shamed Lucien. Yet now, there was only a void of silence.

There were no divine curses, no celestial vitriol—nothing.

Qingyi glanced toward the sky. Though the sun remained high, the approach of evening was inevitable.

This particular forest was treacherous after dark, inhabited by mana beasts that rivaled Immortal Emperors in sheer power.

While Qingyi wasn't particularly threatened by such creatures, he preferred to maintain a low profile for the time being, as such high-level beasts were quite rare.

Accessing the system, Qingyi purchased two dark cloaks to obscure their identities, handing one to Celestia.

"Let's go," he whispered, capturing the golden-haired beauty's lips in a brief kiss before the two of them vanished into the thick foliage.

***

Several hundred kilometers away, near the outskirts of the capital, the atmosphere was far from peaceful.

Two formidable guardians had been tailing the handsome youth and the holy priestess from the moment they stepped beyond the city's protective barriers.

The first was a veteran paladin commander from one of the capital's elite holy battalions—a man of honor at the peak of the tenth ring, possessing strength comparable to an Immortal Emperor. The second was a seasoned general serving the Emperor directly.

This general was an eleventh-ring expert, one of the empire's most legendary swordsmen and a man who had spent his long life eradicating the throne's enemies.

The pair shared a singular objective: protect Celestia until the prophesied heroes could assemble to confront the encroaching darkness.

However, their mission was abruptly derailed.

As they closed in on the coordinates of Qingyi and Celestia, their expressions twisted with alarm.

"Do you sense that? What is this foul, malevolent energy?" the paladin growled, his hand flying to the hilt of his blade.

"I do... Who would dare show such audacity in this place?" the old general questioned, spinning around to face the source.

In the distance, a tattered shroud of sickly, blood-red Qi surged into the heavens, blotting out the light.

They were standing right against the capital's walls—one of the most heavily fortified locations on the planet, guarded by three twelfth-ring masters and scores of eleventh-ring experts.

It was illogical for any powerhouse to expose themselves so brazenly here. They felt the ripple of spatial distortion and the burst of Qi as Qingyi departed, causing a strange look to cross the general's face.

"The boy has sharp instincts; he must have sensed the danger and retreated... we should end this quickly. A hero handpicked by the goddess would never bring harm to the holy priestess!"

The paladin nodded in agreement. Together, the two experts took flight, hurtling toward the source of the evil energy to intercept it before it could pursue Qingyi and Celestia.