The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 544 It's good to be strong
Previously on The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System...
[Starting lineage improvement]
[Starting constitution improvement]
System alerts reached Qingyi instantly, his lust points draining away fast as a sharp ache ripped through his frame.
Right then, he found himself in a remote area of the beastmen territory, far removed by thousands of kilometers from any nearby outpost. A surge of energy erupted, lifting his body into the air, hovering several meters off the earth with his Qi swirling to envelop the surroundings. A fierce dragon's bellow rang out alongside his agony. Razor-like talons ripped into the soil under Qingyi, while his bloodline manifestation materialized in the air behind him.
Yet this time, something felt off.
Previously, it had been a mere ghostly and see-through shape, formed solely from Qi. But that was no longer the case.
His bellow carried real force. The quakes from his talons and the gashes in the earth proved just as tangible.
Peaks crumbled into powder and rivers of searing lava bubbled up, the entire zone spanning twenty kilometers overwhelmed by sheer devastation.
Stretching three hundred meters with immense might, the dark dragon from Qingyi's bloodline manifestation resembled a divine warrior crashing down onto the world.
"That's..." Qingyi twisted around, gazing at his bloodline manifestation.
It appeared truly vital, standing there with such raw might and vigor that even he struggled to accept it.
Differing from typical breakthroughs, discomfort was barely noticeable. At least not enough to draw so much as a murmur from him.
And should any exist, such discomfort paled against the awe-inspiring strength on display.
Swiveling his head, he aimed one finger at a massive and sturdy peak, the sole survivor amid the chaos of his lineage evolution.
He thrust the finger forward, channeling potent lightning Qi to its end before unleashing the full blast.
Pairing with this strike came yet another cry from the dark dragon, booming louder than before. Its infernal pressure crushed down on the peak, reducing it to rubble as the skyline flared bright from the blast.
It resembled the birth of a second sun right on the ground.
[Your "Blood of the Dragon God of Corruption" bloodline has been upgraded! Ancestral Grade -> Astral Grade]
[Your "Primordial Dragon Body" constitution has been upgraded! Ancestral Grade -> Astral Grade]
(Your "Lineage Projection" skill has been upgraded! Medium level -> High level.)
Qingyi halted briefly, surveying the ruined landscape nearby before a grin spread across his face.
It wouldn't be an overstatement to claim that he now stood as little more than a mobile harbinger of total ruin.
"Hm... it's good to be strong..." The striking youth extended his limbs, popping his spine with a stretch before selecting to advance his cultivation too. As with all steps forward in the same realm, it unfolded smoothly, delivering brief moments of light discomfort followed by a rush of invigorating clarity.
Letting out a breath, he checked his status panel.
[Name: Long Qingyi
Age: 22
Cultivation: Second Stage Of The Ancestral Emperor's Realm ($350T$ lust points to upgrade)
Mana Manipulation: Eleventh Ring ($500T$ lust points to upgrade)
Affinities: Lightning: 6000 - Sword: 6000 - Fire: 6000 - Ice: 6000 - Space: 6000 Light: 6000 - Shadow: 6000 - Charm: 6000 (can be upgraded in the lust store)
Spiritual roots: Astral-level Primordial Creation Seed spirit root (Lightning, sword, fire, ice, space, light, shadow) ($???$ lust points to upgrade).
Spiritual roots2: None/Astral Level Primordial Creation Seed Mana
Heart (??? lust points to upgrade).
Lineage: Blood of the Corruption Dragon God (Astral grade, ??? lust
points to upgrade.)
Constitution: Primordial Dragon Body (Astral grade, ??? lust points to upgrade.)
Lust points: 147.3T]
How could joy not fill him at such gains?
His lineage manifestation now possessed the power to assume a solid, fleshly state, and only a handful of passionate evenings separated him from
achieving the astral body realm.
He truly counted himself among the fortunate!
Beaming widely, Qingyi shut his eyes, pinpointing the fox people's domain, and then vanished into a ripple of space.
Lingxue faced plenty to organize in that place, and he needed far greater strength to shatter the looming catastrophe threatening the immortal heavens.
***
Naturally, for all that, Qingyi wasn't alone in gearing up for major events.
Within the glowing imperial city, the night hung serene and still, most residents lost in slumber.
Yet the emperor's palace buzzed with unprecedented activity.
"How is the emperor's hand?" A voice inquired, coming from a woman perched on a throne forged from solid gold, her stunning features hidden behind a mask.
The figure next to that woman matched her in strength and donned a nearly matching mask.
These were the Empress and the Enlightened Emperor, the supreme ruler and consort across the eastern continent.
"Well, my sovereign. We have completed the repairs and readied all for an extended voyage, sufficient to traverse the sea of eternal blue," a man responded, inclining his head beneath the pair of thrones.
His attire screamed opulence, his features radiated aristocracy, and despite the ranks, he addressed the empire's leaders with a touch of familiarity. He ranked as the top artisan of flying vessels worldwide, chiefly credited with crafting the emperor's hand. Though formally tied to the five-color pavilion and serving under the king of gold, his amassed riches and favor from the imperial elite had elevated him well beyond a simple servant.
Were it not for the Gold King's backing on numerous grand endeavors he envisioned, he might have long since launched his own guild devoted purely to vessel construction.
"Very well, you will be well rewarded for this." The emperor grinned widely, rising to approach the artisan. "Hahaha, I always am, my sovereign. Now tell me, why do you need the emperor's hand in such a state?
Are you going to send it to deal with the resistance of the northern
barbarians again? Or a foreign invasion?"
"Oh... nothing much, really, not even anything that is in our territory. You may leave now, I have things to settle with my wife." The emperor clapped the artisan on the shoulder.
His voice carried a softer, warmer edge than earlier.
Even so, the artisan flinched, departing at once, his pace hastened beyond his arrival.
He had served the emperor long enough to recognize that as an ill omen. What on earth did they intend with the Hand of God?