The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 576 - Auranys

The supreme creator, ruler over all, dwelled within unending shadows.

Shadows so profound that he himself remained unaware of his being.

Yet, as the initial beam of light pierced through, awareness dawned upon him.

He lived. He truly was.

All things originated from his essence. Each star, world, nebula, and stream. The great creator shaped them all with his own might. However, his initial act of creation wasn't a celestial body or orb. Instead, it birthed a young one, possessing a pair of eyes, limbs, and feet.

This youth witnessed firsthand the demise of the great creator and absorbed into his heart a shard of the ancient genesis core.

Empowered by this core, the youth matured, and upon reaching adulthood, he chose to bring forth existence.

Within an opulent chamber, ten youths gazed inquisitively at their maker.

He possessed warm hazel gaze and a soothing grin.

His attention settled on a young female with radiant blonde locks and matching golden orbs, silver appendages emerging from her shoulders.

"You, my dear, embody the radiance that banishes obscurity. Let your appendages of righteousness cleanse wrongdoing from human spirits, and let your blade of compassion grant absolution to the remorseful."

The female shut her lids, embracing the man's declaration.

With a grin, he proceeded to the following youth.

"You represent the glow of knowledge, the guide for the..."

Gradually, the man halted before every youth, instilling in them the purpose of their lives.

These youths formed the divine beings destined to lead mortals toward enlightenment, divinities and divine females crafted by his hands, the celestial patriarch.

As he reached the final youth, he knelt, caressing the fiery tresses.

It concerned a male youth, the sole among the ten who regarded him with rebellion and arrogance, lacking reverence or modesty.

"You, my son," the celestial patriarch grinned. "You shall embody conflict, ruin, the revered executioner of my foes. By your edge, unbelievers shall perish. In your edge resides my honor, the honor of the celestial patriarch."

The crimson-tressed youth hesitated briefly, observing as the celestial patriarch drew forth a massive hatchet and set it upon the floor.

The youth's grasp couldn't fully encircle the hatchet's shaft, yet his expression brimmed with joy.

He glanced toward his siblings, particularly the blonde-tressed female.

Yet she disregarded him, maintaining her stare forward.

The male youth, deity of conflict and ruin, remained unperturbed.

Since that moment, he served as the keenest weapon of his celestial patriarch, forever charging at the vanguard, an unrivaled combatant who felled fiends and holy ones without distinction.

He embodied conflict, ruin, and arrogance.

Nevertheless, amid all his triumphs, a single loss lingered.

The female he cherished never once met his gaze. He remained devoted to his celestial patriarch.

He clashed with the accursed golden-horned fiend and beheld directly as the golden fiend's lance pierced his celestial patriarch's throat.

Despite being the mightiest among his kin, that female spurned him, overlooked him, and scorned him.

Never had he endured such humiliation, and he vowed by all he valued that he would claim her one day.

"Must I perish in this manner?" The deity of conflict resisted destiny, channeling and elevating the inferno of his sacred essence.

Even in death, he needed to slay that wretched foe. He had to act.

Ecstasy surged through the deity of conflict's form as his might surged forth.

He neared it, so very near...

Regrettably, reality rarely aligned with his desires.

In the crucial instant, prior to amassing sufficient force for protection, a edge sliced the atmosphere and struck his throat.

The deity of conflict's eyes widened in time to behold Qingyi's visage brimming with disdain.

His skull detached, followed by oblivion.

His sacred form, soul ablaze, fragmented into minute golden filaments.

Qingyi disregarded the disintegrating remains before him, returning the heaven-defying thunder blade to its scabbard.

Truthfully, he could have lingered until the deity of conflict completed his regeneration and engaged in a grander confrontation.

But Qingyi felt weary.

He lacked patience for any extended skirmish.

Additional aces remained hidden, sufficient to counter any adversary.

Yet... why risk it?

With a quiet huff, Qingyi rose, stretching his aching spine and channeling his Qi.

The deity of conflict proved a formidable adversary without question.

Without his breakthrough to the astral body realm's pinnacle, Qingyi would have faced certain doom, even employing the primordial chaos inferno.

"Ah... in his heyday, he must have been a fearsome force." Qingyi sighed.

For the present deity of conflict to surpass the almost flawless manifestation of the celestial fiend, his peak strength likely exceeded the celestial fiend's, possibly even that of the fallen Corruption Dragon God.

"Regrettably, his character is utter garbage." Qingyi murmured, seizing the deity of conflict's hatchet and examining it momentarily before casting it aside.

His gaze dropped, sensing the earth tremble beneath.

The isle was disintegrating.

Qingyi's gaze lifted, locking onto the distant structure, its golden shield of defense starting to fail.

"Damn!" He invoked his draconic vision, his frame bursting into motion.

Instantly, he hovered over the structure, observing debris plunge into the void with the airborne isle. Extending his Qi perception, he detected a subtle presence amid the debris.

Qingyi acted without delay, diving toward the silhouette and securing her within his embrace.

He spared no moment to examine her shape, shutting his eyes and concentrating on shielding her from the crumbling isle.