The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System

Chapter 817: 817 - Today, we die together!

[Ah... this time, I really made up for the delay, hahaha. Anyway, I’m tired and I’m going to rest a bit now, so please keep in mind that my proofreading of these 5 Chapters might have been a little off because I was so tired.

Don’t hesitate to point out any mistakes or awkward phrasing]

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The moment he sensed Rou’er vanish from his side, the Dragon Elder’s eyes widened, the ancient glow in his pupils flickering for a fraction of a second.

How did that bastard manage to do that?! This space was supposed to be completely sealed!

He knew Qingyi’s spatial control was terrifying, but he never imagined it would reach this level!

Without hesitation, he spread his consciousness throughout the secret realm, sweeping every centimeter of the enclosed space in search of even the faintest trace of her.

Nothing. Rou’er was no longer there. That scoundrel had managed to take her away.

In other words, it was now impossible to take her back to the Land of the True Gods.

The only option would be to abandon the secret realm, and the moment they did so, they would never be able to return.

In fact, all of space in the outside world would likely collapse the instant he unleashed even one percent of his true cultivation.

This mission was one of the most important of their lives, and they spent more than 100,000 years trying to gain the trust of their empresses in order to carry it out.

How could they fail?

Rage flushed the Dragon Elder’s face, an immense fury devouring him whole, making the air around his body vibrate as if it were about to crack apart.

The white-haired woman opened her mouth to defend herself, but her head burst in a crimson spray before a single word could escape her lips.

As Rou’er’s protector, it had been her responsibility to prevent precisely this. She had failed, and punishment came at once.

"YOU BASTARD, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!" The Dragon Elder roared, turning toward Qingyi, but the rest of his scream died in his throat.

What he saw in the next instant made his heart sink like lead.

"The flames of primordial chaos... The flames of life..." The Elder of the Celestial Will murmured both names, his voice faltering.

Slowly, Qingyi raised his head.

Cold eyes swept over everyone present, and his lips parted—not in a soft sigh, but in a hoarse, drawn-out breath, his lungs already collapsed within his chest.

Even knowing it was futile, he channeled the Nine Paths of Creation Reversal Art to mend his ruined body.

If he was going to die, at least he would die with a bit of comfort.

"Today..." His lips curved into a wide, maniacal smile, and from his back, black flames erupted like jets spewing from the heart of a dying star. "We die together."

The black flames engulfed Qingyi’s body in a silent explosion, devouring everything within their reach like a ravenous maw.

"Ha! You bastard son of a bitch, have you finally lost your mind?" Yaori roared with laughter, the sound echoing with contempt throughout the secret realm.

He was the youngest among those present, and unlike the two Elders, he had only ever heard of the flames of primordial chaos in dusty tomes.

Since he’d never considered himself a scholar, he’d never wasted a moment on those old scrolls. Without a shred of hesitation, he lunged forward, hurling a punch straight at Qingyi.

He would end this right there and then.

Or so he thought.

His body became a blur, his movement rippling the air around him, and his fist collided head-on with the black flames.

In the next instant, a piercing scream of pure agony tore through the secret realm.

Just as quickly as he’d advanced, Yaori was hurled backward, the flames of primordial chaos devouring his arm with insatiable hunger, consuming skin, flesh, and bone in the span of a heartbeat, then sinking their teeth even into the very threads of his soul.

"Shit... what the hell is this?! FUCK! FUCK!" Yaori screamed in despair, forcing wave after wave of Qi in a frantic attempt to smother the flames, but nothing worked.

The moment his Qi touched them, it was devoured on the spot, no matter how much he poured out.

"Shit..." The Dragon Elder gritted his teeth, his body materializing beside Yaori in the blink of an eye.

Without any hesitation, he sliced off the young man’s arm and hurled it away.

At that very moment, the flames licked at the hem of the Dragon Elder’s robes.

He, one of the most powerful beings in the entire Land of the True Gods, stood only one cultivation realm below the primordial empresses he served.

And yet, he found himself completely unable to extinguish those cursed flames.

He tore the robes from his own body and retreated, flinging Yaori toward the jade platform.

"What are you waiting for?! We have to stop this bastard!" The ancient dragon bellowed at the Elder of the Celestial Will, who stood frozen in place, eyes wide as if he had glimpsed a ghost from an age long past.

He was old enough to remember the day they were born, the moment they were plucked from the flames of primordial chaos—the flames of life.

Many said the maiden of the Celestial Will was the mother of all Primordials, and that the bearer of the flames of primordial chaos was the father of all Primordials.

It was for this very reason that the Celestial Will stood on equal footing with the dragons, ruling alongside them for countless ages, despite being far weaker.

The Elder of the Celestial Will watched, motionless, as Qingyi’s body began to transform.

He watched Qingyi’s form swell ceaselessly, monstrous claws bursting from the sea of flames and sinking into the ground with a thunderous crack.

The flames soared hundreds of meters high, and Qingyi’s body stretched along with them, twisting into an increasingly gigantic, bestial shape.

At the peak of that sea of flames, a colossal head rose up, jaws filled with teeth the size of entire buildings snapping open in a deafening roar.

With a roar that seemed to rise from the depths of the most terrible abyss, the entire secret realm began to collapse in on itself.