Thunderbolt Fire

(I really couldn't understand it. Even 751 could get in, yet the protagonist endured desire and did nothing, and could still block it out? Pure black comedy. Don't expect much from this chapter either—it's all from the sidelines.)

The Netherworld was now linked by Meng Qingying through bridges between realms, connecting all the fragments. Since it lacked a core like the River of Forgetfulness, the final sacrificial refinement had never begun. The planar fragments scattered everywhere were not yet a whole.

This portion of the Sea of Desire might have a realm-bridge gate somewhere connecting it to other regions, but that was not important... What mattered was that Myriad Images of the Universe could not possibly station people on every fragment. Especially near the Sea of Desire—who would be so full of themselves as to stand guard there and endure this torment every day?

Barring any surprises, this was an uninhabited zone.

A sea of desire belonging only to the two of them.

Qin Yi still held the Sea-Stabilizing Divine Pearl in his hand. Its light flickered faintly, and the sea remained still. Yet as their gazes met, each saw the surging passion in the other's eyes, almost impossible to conceal.

No matter how calm the sea was, they were still immersed within it. Naturally, they resonated with the Sea of Desire as well. It was only because the sea was calm that they could forcibly suppress it and avoid being ruled by it.

But now...

Was there even any need to suppress it?

Why suppress it?

No one was here. The darkness stretched ten thousand miles, starless and moonless, with tiny ripples lapping softly. They had just escaped confinement, breathed the air of the outside world, and could go home. Every taut string within them had loosened... Even