Tang Chen's death was a bitter regret for Bo Saixi.
Bo Saixi swayed.
She covered her face with both hands, her fingers digging into her cheeks so hard they nearly sank into the flesh.
A sob escaped between her fingers, low and heavy.
It did not sound like an ordinary woman crying.
It sounded more like the tide, held back in the deep sea for a hundred years.
The Sea God Temple was terrifyingly quiet.
The light of the Eternal Lamps stretched her hunched shadow across the floor.
The Sea God's Great Enshrined, who had once stood high above all others and looked down upon the world, had lost her sacred halo.
At that moment, she was only a pitiful woman who had waited a hundred years for news of the man she loved, only to learn he was dead.
The salty tang in the air grew stronger.
Lin Qing stood where he was. He neither approached nor offered comfort.
That was how the Douluo Continent worked.
Every longing left unfulfilled;
every parting in life and death;
every regret and grievance;
strip them to their core, and there was only one reason: not enough strength.
Lin Qing watched her century-delayed collapse with clear eyes and a cold gaze.
Tang Chen had not been strong enough,
so the Bat King had possessed him, leaving him to endure a hundred years as neither man nor ghost.
Bo Saixi had not been strong enough,
so she could not become the Sea God.
She could only spend her life as the Great Enshrined, trapped on this island, waiting for someone who would never come.
Qian Daoliu was no different.
The three Limit Douluo sounded glorious.
In truth, one had become a monster, one had drawn a prison around herself, and one had sewn the