The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 550 No one will stop me!

Within a secluded space pocket, isolated almost entirely from the outside realm, the situation appeared utterly hopeless.

Destruction and demise engulfed all that existed.

Fiery crimson now stained the once-golden clouds, while the whole pocket dimension teetered on the edge of total ruin.

Scattered across the battlefield were countless bodies—hundreds, even thousands—of winged fighters clad in gleaming golden armor, their pristine white wings marking them as angelic beings. Pure and flawless, they now lay lifeless among the fallen.

Amidst this carnage stood a lone figure.

Broad-shouldered and powerfully built, his flowing red locks cascaded down like a savage mane, a ferocious grin twisting his features.

This realm belonged to Auranys, the timeless goddess of illumination and righteousness. And the man was none other than the primordial deity of conflict and devastation.

"Uh... ah..." The god drew in a deep breath, then released it with a heavy sigh.

Countless ages had blurred together since his downfall, eons upon eons spent confined in his sacred domain, clinging to existence like a concealed leech, evading the gaze of the divine order.

"My cherished Auranys..." A wide, savage grin stretched over his brutal visage, his blazing axe glowing with intensified fury, his gaze locked toward the distant skyline.

Yet another legion of winged troops drew near. Over a thousand strong.

Every one reached at least the twelfth ring, matching the prowess of the astral body realm.

Such a host could overwhelm the immortal heavens without effort. Yet in the face of the war god, they resembled mere insects marching toward inevitable doom.

Glancing over his shoulder, he regarded his crimson-armored angels. Heavy losses had thinned their ranks, and one final assault remained before claiming his due prize.

Yet such concerns scarcely crossed his mind.

Auranys lay vulnerable, and though replacing those irreplaceable warriors proved impossible, possessing her would render all else irrelevant—he would at last claim a mate fit to bear his lineage.

The deity ran his tongue over his lips, desire blazing in his eyes as he gripped his axe and charged forward.

With one swift strike, scores of angels plummeted earthward, wings shredded and forms gashed by the merciless edge wielded by the god of war and ruin.

"Rush at me, you spineless fools! Ensure your queen awaits me with thighs parted wide—no force will bar me from seizing my rightful conquest!" He bellowed, pressing on with the massacre.

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Qingyi hovered motionless in the air, suspended high above the earth by dozens of kilometers, clutching Ruxue close against him.

"What sort of link is this?" he inquired, his stare locked straight onto the

sun.

For ordinary humans, gazing thus would prove disastrous. Yet for someone of Qingyi's advanced stage, even eons of direct exposure to the sun's glare couldn't harm his vision.

"Hm... I'm not sure if I should reveal it just yet..." Ruxue nibbled her bottom lip, averting her eyes.

After a brief pause in contemplation, she let out a soft sigh.

It truly wasn't a major secret; sharing it ought to pose no issue.

"It's the mark of the astral body realm. The sign that you've begun your journey into the celestial heavens..." She slipped from his

hold, the crimson stains on her flesh and garments vanishing in an instant.

Within moments, her form gleamed spotless once more.

Gliding gracefully toward the far-off vista that Qingyi still couldn't attain, she went on.

"The mortal skies and immortal skies alike are but isolated worlds, detached from the vast multitude. Thousands exist, or maybe tens of thousands.

Certain ones remain too frail to spawn even a single cultivator. While others possess the strength to foster astral body realm experts."

Ruxue's gaze drifted far away, lost in the starry expanse. "Yet the celestial heaven stands apart. It is singular, encompassing the entirety of creation, from the mortal and immortal heavens onward."

Qingyi went rigid upon hearing her words.

Among scholars of the mortal and immortal realms, the prevailing notion held that the heavens formed layered tiers.

The celestial above the immortal, with the immortal perched over the

mortal.

Nothing more complicated than that.

"So the celestial heaven embodies the universe itself..." Qingyi rubbed his

jaw thoughtfully.

"Indeed... that bond you sense arises because, at a pivotal point within the immortal heaven, you'll forge a tie to your personal star. However..." Ruxue traced her slender jawline before sharpening her focus and firming her tone.

"That's not for you to ponder now—it's time you cleaned up!" She gave his chest a gentle tap, her cheeks ballooning cutely in a pout.

Her action prompted an instant reply, as Qingyi's arms encircled her waist, spinning her to face away.

"Hm... you're correct..." He grinned, his hand landing firmly on Ruxue's right buttock.

A sharp, resounding smack resounded, sending vibrations through the plump, flawlessly curved flesh, paired with a delicate, alluring quiver. "Nghnn~~ you!... " Ruxue clamped her lips shut, her face flushing crimson as she clutched her tender rear.

Beaming widely, Qingyi dropped toward the surface and stepped into the mental domain.

"Hurry now, come tend to your husband's form!" He called back to Ruxue while heading for the steaming pools.

Truth be told, the cleansing held no real urgency.

One mere intention could banish all the gore and foul odor, which Qingyi promptly did prior to slipping into the bath, sparing it from contamination.

Still, nothing quite beat soaking in soothing hot waters after loosening up his frame.

Ruxue delayed her entry, hesitating at length before finally seizing the edge of her gown's bodice.

With a quick pull, the delicate material pooled at her feet, baring her flawless nude figure, her enormous breasts heavy yet taut, regardless of their staggering volume.

"Shouldn't we head back to the imperial city soon?" She remarked,

wading into the liquid warmth.

Qingyi's palms swiftly claimed her bosom, digits burying into the creamy, alabaster softness.

"Nghnn~~" she whimpered. "Meilin worries over her father's

plight..."

"I understand... We must return without delay." Qingyi agreed,

his mouth parting to envelop one of Ruxue's rosy peaks.