The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 556 - The beginning of the end.

Great masters in the celestial heaven were familiar with the idea of forming an avatar or homunculus, though it remained quite uncommon in lower realms.

Two primary approaches existed for crafting such an entity.

The initial approach involved the technique employed by the dragon people's patriarch, who utilized a portion of his soul and Qi to form a vessel and infused it with a sliver of his awareness.

This practice was well-recognized among proper cultivators, and despite the brief debilitation it inflicted on the practitioner, it stood as the preferred method overall.

In contrast, the alternative was viewed as a grave offense deserving execution by any true cultivator: relying on offerings to forge an ideal form.

Qingyi had encountered this technique on two prior occasions.

The first instance occurred in the mortal world, where followers of demons tried to employ offerings along with a piece of Ruxue to call forth a manifestation of the heavenly demon onto the planet.

The next came during his quest alongside the heroes, in which he clashed with a manifestation produced through the identical process. It was described as a flawed vessel by the heavenly demon in person.

Ultimately, it had been shaped from the tributes of ordinary folk and minor cultivators.

Achieving a flawless vessel solely through such means proved unattainable, particularly one strong enough to harbor a spirit as mighty as the heavenly demon's.

Yet the spectacle unfolding before Qingyi was utterly distinct.

Over two thousand demonic seeds, nearly undying, that had devoured the Qi and mana from countless experts numbering in the tens of thousands

along with millions upon millions of ordinary people.

Beyond those, at least one additional source of strength resembled Nianxue's, already ranking among the most horrifying beings across all immortal heavens, surpassed in might only by Qingyi himself.

Merely picturing the form born from merging all that immense power sent chills through the soul.

"Ruxue... is there any way to halt this?" Qingyi inquired, as three silhouettes materialized high in the heavens.

The Rose Emperor, the Enlightened Emperor, and the Enlightened Empress.

Qingyi's presence escaped their notice, with their gazes locked onto the rift above.

[With the process underway now... it's impossible... Simply brace yourself and ready for that wretched fool's spirit to descend.]

As Ruxue's words concluded, a shift took hold.

The elven king, positioned amid the fray and slaying hordes of imperial troops per strike, halted abruptly, shoving a demonic offspring aside while observing the demonic seeds all go still. Their gazes emptied, and their forms started quivering with intense force.

A similar event unfolded in the enlightened imperial capital, far off by thousands of kilometers, where a crimson gateway linking it to Auranys's divine domain tore open overhead.

In an instant, every skirmish around the enlightened imperial capital halted completely.

The demons, relentless in their slaughter moments before, parted their jaws in howls of torment and suffering, eyes bulging as their figures appeared to melt into viscous crimson ooze.

Like raging storms, this Qi-infused blood ascended skyward, streaming

via the gateway and flooding toward the holy city, merging with the demon blood rich in mana present there.

All beheld in stunned horror as the blood converged over the city's heart, radiating a Qi and mana so terrifying that the surviving top-tier masters felt their veins freeze solid.

It felt like confronting the embodiment of doom.

"Fall back!" the elven king bellowed at his forces, yet escape proved futile.

A blast resounded, and the blood coating the earth under his boots stirred, seizing his legs and pinning him down.

In frantic panic, he struck at the soil, desperate to escape

without delay, yet every effort failed.

His strikes merely stirred up dirt and felled his fellow warriors by mistake, while his protective gear swiftly started to erode.

The king glanced upward, his stare clashing with Lucios's from a distance.

He scarcely managed to raise one arm before collapsing to the earth, his frame dissolving into crimson ooze and lifting skyward, blending into the blood sphere hovering several hundred meters

aloft.

The full populace of both the enlightened imperial capital and Arca, the sacred kingdom of Auranys's hub, suffered identical doom.

In total, over thirty-five million souls perished.

This scale of ruin and devastation echoed only the immortal heavens' past horrors, like when Khaedryss ignited the Rose

empire.

From miles distant, Lucios could merely rejoice that he'd recalled his vital

troops.

What fate awaited had he thrown in with that mad assault?

He preferred not to dwell on it.

His gaze lifted toward the trio of rulers, positioned near the blood sphere.

As the sole mighty cultivator remaining, he ought to draw

the ire of those cursed fiends.

Oddly, they scarcely registered him, fixating solely on a lone silhouette.

The solitary being near the sacred metropolis who evaded

consumption.

A youth bearing flowing locks and obsidian horns, piercing stare and robust frame, draped in refined attire.

"Qingyi..." Lucios murmured, precisely as a furious bellow erupted.

"You filthy scum! What nerve lets you bare your face in this place?" the Rose Emperor thundered, fury blazing in his eyes under the mask, locking onto Qingyi's serene, icy stare.

"Hold on, you fool!" the Enlightened Empress shouted, attempting to restrain him

back, but the moment had passed.

"Perish!" He charged ahead, disregarding his allies' cries and unleashing his full might at Qingyi.

Clenching his blade fiercely, a manic grin spread across his features as he swung at the youth.

Qingyi showed scant response, lifting just one digit to intercept the edge.

"Is that the best you've got?" he questioned.

A sharp metallic ring followed right away, the metal fracturing like brittle crystal and tumbling earthward.

The Rose Emperor trembled, sensing the sword's heft vanish from his grasp, the edge scarcely scratching Qingyi's finger prior to snapping.

His astonishment ran so deep he failed to sense his arm being severed, from fingertips clear to the joint.

"Damn it!" The Enlightened Emperor surged forth, seizing the Rose

Emperor's garb and yanking him rearward with haste, aiming to flee Qingyi's reach as swiftly as could be.