The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System

Chapter 707: 707 - Primordial Empress of the Dragons

Qingyi pondered Auranys’ words for a long moment, letting her rest against his chest.

His fingers ran through the goddess’s silky golden hair with tenderness, gently twining around the strands.

The young man’s eyes remained fixed on the beautiful horizon beyond the temple, where the sky blended into warm hues.

"Do you still plan to awaken the Aether?" Auranys asked, her voice soft enough to be mistaken for the breeze.

The goddess had never known the great creator since he died to give life to this universe long before her birth.

Still, she was the daughter of the celestial father, who, in and of himself, was no different from the great creator’s firstborn.

In essence, she was the granddaughter of the being who created the entire universe, of the one who allowed life to flourish from primordial chaos.

It was only natural that she felt excited by the rebirth of a being of similar power, especially when that being was Qingyi, her man.

"Yes," Qingyi replied, his voice firm. "I won’t stop until I am the absolute pinnacle, until I am certain that no enemy can threaten me or those I love."

"If I become the one above all others, couldn’t I enjoy an eternity of peace by your side without any trouble?"

Auranys let out a genuine laugh at those words, before her face took on a slightly more serious expression.

"You should live more for yourself, you know?" She pressed her palm against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her fingers.

"I live for what gives me a reason to live. I’m not obsessed with strength or immortality in solitude. None of that has any value to me." Qingyi replied honestly.

So what if he were the strongest being in the entire universe? What would be the value of that strength if all he could do with it was gaze at the stars in solitude?

The reality was simple: he had developed a deep attachment and dependence on his wives.

His power served no purpose other than to ensure that no one threatened them.

The rest?

It mattered little.

"When I reach the top, we’ll start filling this place with little children. We’ll raise them with all the love in the world and watch them dominate the celestial heavens on their own.

Our very own line of little emperors, hahaha." Qingyi let out a soft laugh, his shoulders trembling slightly under the weight of his own fantasy.

He also wanted to find a way back to Earth to see if his family was well, as well as settle some personal matters with certain world leaders.

"I had a little sister in my previous life," Qingyi said.

His wives already knew he came from a planet called Earth, and they were all eager to one day visit his parents there, so he hadn’t hidden much from them.

"Well... I was supposed to have one. She was still in my mother’s womb when I died." Qingyi closed his eyes for a moment.

That was the only regret he carried from Earth, as he had been dying of anxiety to be a big brother.

"She must be about sixteen now. I want to become the absolute and find a way to reach Earth before she turns eighteen." Qingyi stood up, letting Auranys’ feet touch the ground.

Two years to go from a mere cultivator of the Celestial Origin Realm to a being without equal in the entire universe.

If it were anyone else, they’d be the laughing stock of the moment. Qingyi, however, was already known for his impossible feats.

His wives knew this well.

If he put all his focus on just one thing, he’d be able to do it.

"Let’s eat a little. Elize will be upset if we let her food get cold."

Auranys nodded, but the moment she tried to take a step forward, she froze.

"Qingyi, if you were to awaken the flames of life... could you resurrect my sisters?"

"Just your sisters, not your brothers too?" Qingyi raised an eyebrow, a half-smile playing on his lips.

"Well... it’s not like you’re interested in some of them..." The goddess looked away, a faint blush coloring her cheeks.

Those words drew a genuine laugh from the handsome young man.

Yes, he really didn’t have much interest in Auranys’ brothers, but having a few more goddesses in his arms would certainly not be a bad thing.

In the end, the two simply made their way toward the kitchen, hands intertwined.

***

While Qingyi enjoyed that moment with his wives, in a place whose existence was doubted by many, a castle stood. And within this castle, a throne room.

It was vast, spacious enough to hold thousands of guests, stretching all the way to the throne at the back.

Upon this throne, a woman sat. Her face remained obscured by the intense shadows that surrounded that place.

Still, the outlines of horns could be seen rising above her head, along with bright purple eyes, beautiful as a nebula in the cosmos.

Above her, a small beam of white light descended from above. It did not reveal her body completely, but fell upon the ample cleavage of snow-white skin that covered incomparable tits, making them shine like polished marble.

The dragon-scale fabric of her dress strained against their immense weight, the supple flesh spilling generously over the neckline, threatening to escape its confines whenever she so much as shifted on her throne.

Her long, slender legs were crossed, plump pale thighs forced into rounded, plump mounds by the tightness of the black thigh-high stockings that enveloped them. The fabric bit deep into the soft flesh, the elastic edge sinking into the milky skin and making it bulge above the band like overripe fruit ready to burst free.

"My lady... the preparations to go after your beloved granddaughter are nearly complete, and we have already managed to establish a connection with the land of the false gods." A voice echoed through the hall, and the woman’s eyes fell upon a servant kneeling tremblingly before her.

"Soon, the entire land of the true gods will tremble at the news of your beloved granddaughter returning to your arms!" the servant declared, his head still bowed.

"Hm..." Her voice echoed, mature and sensual. "Your expression says there’s something more... Is this related to my late son’s mother-in-law?"

"N-no... things are fine on her side as well, it’s just that..."

"Speak." A cold aura surrounded the servant, who shuddered, barely able to breathe.

"W-while we were making the connection, we sensed the aura of your son... well... apparently, of an heir to your son’s power."

The servant declared, and for the first time in his entire life, he saw the composure of that woman—the Primordial Empress of the Dragons—fail.

"My son... Does he have an heir?"

[NT:Granny wife?]