The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 512 The Enlightened Sky Empire

The Enlightened Sky Empire stood as a mighty powerhouse, just like the Rose Empire. Though its territories didn't span the full breadth of the continent, its reach lingered everywhere, spanning from the eerie frozen tundras of the North to the steamy jungles inhabited by beast-men in the South.

Boasting billions of citizens and forces that included thousands of True Immortals, the Empire proved utterly unbeatable.

The Enlightened Imperial Capital housed more than twenty million people and was shielded by barriers that extended for hundreds of kilometers.

These fortifications were robust enough to halt Immortal Emperors and even specialists from the Astral Body Realm, provided sufficient power fueled their protective formations.

Hovering over the gleaming golden barriers stood the Emperor's Hand, an enormous airship forged through collaboration between the empire and the Five Colors Pavilion.

Stretching beyond two kilometers in length, it bristled with Qi cannons that could slay Immortal Emperors in one blast and fell experts from the Astral Body Realm.

Together with the might of the Enlightened Emperor and his vast legions, this formed the unyielding foundation of the empire that had endured for more than two hundred thousand years.

Amid this grandeur, Meilin's vessel glided unnoticed among hundreds of similar flying crafts.

"Ugh... I don't miss this cursed spot at all..." Ruxue muttered next to Qingyi, who gazed at the metropolis with awe.

The Rose Empire's heart was stunning, as was Vaeldrinn's capital, yet they paled beside the Enlightened Sky Empire's grand seat.

Placing them in the same league felt nearly impossible.

"Huh? What do you dislike so much about it? It looks like a great spot!" Qingyi grinned, drawing Ruxue close for a hug and lightly tapping her rear.

Ruxue's mouth opened briefly before she shut it, offering Qingyi no

response.

"It's simply... a corrupt hellhole," she answered, her cheeks flushing red.

"Stay cautious here, don't drop your defenses, alright?" Ruxue raised her gaze to Qingyi, then returned his embrace with a tender kiss on his lips.

Moments later, she slipped into the Mind World, leaving only the lingering sweetness of her kiss on her husband's tongue.

The striking youth halted briefly, lost in thought, before letting out a sigh.

Fine, if she preferred silence on the matter, he wouldn't press her.

After a light stretch, he shifted his attention to Meilin, who had emerged from the flying ship's command center.

"Husband... we're nearing the landing site. Father has been informed of our approach." She spoke, clasping Qingyi's hand and nestling against him.

"I hope my third brother doesn't cause trouble for you. He counted that worthless fool you defeated in the Blue Sea Kingdom among his allies, and honestly... he boasts more pride than strength or sense." Meilin hesitated briefly, her tone dropping to a hush. "Plus, his mother is a vile harlot too."

"Vile harlot? Hahaha." Qingyi burst into hearty laughter.

"What? It's the truth..." Meilin flushed, rolling her eyes.

"Nothing, it's just unusual to hear such words from you. She truly

mustn't deserve the breath she takes."

"Hmm... she doesn't." Meilin shook her head, sensing the subtle tremor underfoot.

The vessel's automated system had initiated the landing sequence.

"Head to the Mind World; your husband plans to scout around a bit." The captivating youth smirked, stealing one final kiss from Meilin before dispatching her to the Mind World.

Shortly thereafter, he strode toward the massive twin gates sealing the craft.

Gradually, they parted, a wooden bridge lowering to the surface where harbor attendants already awaited.

"Young Master, are you affiliated with the Five Colors Pavilion? Shall we handle the mooring and safekeeping of your vessel during your stay?" One attendant advanced, offering a deep bow of respect.

"No need for that," Qingyi responded, dismissing with a wave.

In the instant that followed, to the astonishment of all onlookers, the flying ship vanished, engulfed by a potent spatial distortion.

The worker froze in place, jaw agape, as he saluted empty air while Qingyi passed by.

He lifted his eyes to his colleague.

That fellow was undoubtedly a supreme powerhouse!

Though spotting them from a distance wasn't uncommon, their displays of prowess always left one in awe.

Qingyi paid no mind to the harbor workers' reactions, simply strolling calmly along the broad avenues of the capital's primary harbor. "Ugh... why does everything here feel so overwhelmingly grandiose?" He pondered, clenching his jaw.

Even the entrances to the harbors soared over a hundred meters tall, despite flight being forbidden to all but a privileged few within the city.

This held true for every structure, every dwelling.

They appeared designed for titans rather than mere mortals. Naturally, this shifted in the slums, but locating those areas remained a nightmare.

Maintaining a swift stride, Qingyi navigated the throngs of people.

His extended black horns and otherworldly allure inevitably drew stares from the locals, mostly everyday humans.

[Just proceed straight to the core; the founding branch and Father's home lie close to the Imperial Palace.] Meilin's words resonated in Qingyi's thoughts, prompting a quiet nod as he hastened onward.

Navigating the area proved straightforward. After all, the Enlightened Imperial Palace dominated as the city's most extravagant edifice, rising supreme over all.

A radiant golden dome atop the central tower dispersed sunlight like a shimmering curtain that enveloped the surroundings.

Even Qingyi found himself mildly captivated by the splendor, though it lay quite distant still.

Nearly two hours of trekking from the harbors brought him there, weaving past formidable cultivators and common folk, all sharing the paths equally.

Luckily, he soon spotted the Enlightened Imperial Capital's second grandest structure, marginally less imposing than the Palace itself.

Encircled by towering barriers, it displayed the Five-Colored Pavilion's emblems, etched flawlessly in repetition.

"Oh... is there a queue?" Qingyi murmured, drawing near the Five-Colored Pavilion's founding branch.

Without a trace of worry or shame, he casually advanced to the queue's head.