The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 449 - Make us your only ambition.
Previously on The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System...
Immediately after presenting Celestia to his women, Qingyi retreated to a secluded cultivation chamber within his mental realm.
The total of his Lust Points had finally breached the 10 trillion threshold.
He stood at a crossroads: he could further elevate his cultivation level or refine his spiritual roots. While the points were sufficient to upgrade either his bloodline or his physical constitution, he lacked the resources to advance both at once.
Ultimately, he decided against it, knowing that creating a disparity between his lineage and his constitution could prove hazardous.
This left him with only two viable paths.
Following a moment of contemplation, Qingyi opted for cultivation advancement. A dull ache radiated through his frame as his muscles constricted and his meridians began to burn with heat.
He endured the sensation briefly until a wave of relaxation washed over him, replaced by a feeling of profound rejuvenation that permeated his entire soul.
As he rose to his feet, a faint ripple of force vibrated through the chamber while his Qi stabilized.
[Your cultivation has increased! First stage of the True Immortal Realm -> Second stage of the True Immortal Realm]
The mere circulation of his Qi caused the surrounding atmosphere to tremble; the fabric of space appeared to be on the verge of splintering.
His raw strength had surged by no less than 20%.
Exhaling softly, Qingyi navigated the system store. His gaze flickered across countless items until he located his target.
It was time to unlock the subsequent stages of the Tempest Monarch's Sword Art.
He had remained at the fifth form for a considerable duration. Driven by curiosity if nothing else, he intended to eventually master all twelve forms.
The initial costs were manageable. The sixth form required only a few billion points, while the seventh cost several hundred billion.
However, as he considered the eighth form, the price tag had already climbed into the trillions of Lust Points.
"That's expensive..." Qingyi whispered to himself.
After a momentary pause, he decided to purchase only the sixth and seventh forms for the time being.
A massive influx of data flooded his consciousness. Every nuance and intricate detail of the technique up to the seventh form was etched into Qingyi’s mind, accompanied by a sharp, stinging pain.
"Ugh... this is complicated," Qingyi muttered, his teeth clenched.
He immediately projected himself into his sea of consciousness and bought a generic sword from the system shop.
Readying the weapon, he leveled the blade and executed a powerful thrust.
His lightning Qi condensed into the razor-sharp point of a spiritual thunder-blade that pierced through the void, raising the temperature within his warm sea of consciousness.
He did not relent. Pivoting his body to transition into the second form, he followed the thrust with a devastating horizontal sweep.
This movement flowed into a vertical downward strike, which then manifested into more than a dozen ethereal lightning swords.
As those blades struck the ground and detonated, Qingyi triggered the sixth form.
The experience was entirely different.
While the first five forms were structured as a linear chain of strikes, the sixth form broke that pattern entirely.
Furthermore, the sixth form operated as a passive state rather than a triggered ability.
His lightning Qi underwent a total transformation.
It grew more ferocious and chaotic, saturating the environment for hundreds of meters before surging toward the heavens.
Clouds began to spiral into a massive vortex above Qingyi, quickly obscuring the blue sky and casting the world below into shadow.
Fierce winds whipped at Qingyi’s garments. The ribbon securing his long black hair snapped, allowing his locks to whip about wildly yet with a strange grace amidst the gale.
'So this is the Tempest Monarch's supreme technique...!' Qingyi mused, ascending into the air with his sword poised.
It stood to reason that the monarch of the storm would have absolute dominion over such forces.
He watched as the lightning bolts arcing toward the earth suddenly shifted, moving horizontally to congregate at the heart of the dark vortex surrounding him.
Scores of lightning strikes manifested simultaneously, generating a massive pulse that rippled through the tempest before funneling directly into Qingyi.
The handsome youth grinned, bracing himself as he channeled that immense power through his body and into the blade.
With a strained grunt, he forced the sword through the air, unleashing the seventh form of the Tempest Monarch Sword Art.
Every drop of moisture within a kilometer was instantly vaporized, as was everything in Qingyi's path.
The strike obliterated everything within his field of vision.
The storm persisted as Qingyi stood motionless, absorbing the sheer scale of the destruction while the sword in his grip crumbled into glass-like fragments.
It was a satisfactory result.
Having finished his testing, he exited his sea of consciousness to seek out his wives.
"Finally remembered that we exist, huh? Fufufu~~" the sultry, melodic laughter of Feiyan rang out.
The majority of the women were busy organizing a lavish feast for their husband.
Even Celestia had been roped into the task, despite her lack of culinary talent.
Fortunately, she had managed to bond with the others, showing little concern for the fact that Ruyan was a half-demon.
"I never forgot," Qingyi replied, pulling Feiyan into his embrace.
His hand brushed against her sun-kissed skin, moving from her slender waist to her ample, pale breasts.
They sat together in a plush armchair within an open-air pavilion that provided a view of the entire temple grounds.
"Your husband is a very busy and ambitious man..." Qingyi remarked, giving Feiyan's chest a gentle squeeze.
"Nghnn~~ like what? Sticking his cock into the tight pussy of a holy priestess?"
Feiyan shifted in his arms to face him. She rose onto her knees on the seat before dropping down heavily.
A sharp, wet sound echoed as her soft, voluminous buttocks met Qingyi's lap.
The impact caused those fleshy orbs to quiver for several long moments.
"Well... that is certainly one ambition. But let's not overlook the high elf or that royal mage brat."
"Forget them... forget all of them." Feiyan leaned into Qingyi's space. "For a day... or two... let us be your only ambition."