At the very moment when the flames raged fiercely, engulfing the sky and earth, a figure flashed across the dome. A single drop of blood fell from the highest point of the thick smoke.
The blood entered the fire.
And vanished in an instant.
Yu Konghou, who had been dodging the flames, suddenly looked up.
With a sharp sound, a golden sword appeared abruptly, carrying with it the smoke and fire from the newcomer. Like molten gold tempered in flames, it descended straight from the hall’s dome.
Yu Konghou let out a hoarse roar, “Tang! Li! Ci!”
The golden firestorm enveloped him from above.
Having obtained the Gu King, Yu Konghou sent the spider webs covering his body flying upward, aiming to entangle Tang Lici’s “Golden Thread Melody.”
Tang Lici’s red robes caught fire in the raging flames, but the fabric was unique—though the edges burned, they did not ignite fully, only carrying faint red embers. With a single slash of his sword, he realized Yu Konghou, empowered by the Gu King, could now control the venomous spiders. Knowing he couldn’t end the battle quickly, he immediately turned and plunged into the sea of fire.
Yu Konghou was stunned—then burst into laughter. This madman had broken through the ceiling, arrived too late—and still refused to give up, still trying to save someone!
Bai Suche and Wang Lingze inside must already be charred to death!
He watched as Tang Lici, like a moth to the flame, truly threw himself into the inferno.
The flames danced and flickered, erupting violently again and again. The hall trembled as if the earth were shaking. Yu Konghou dared not linger any longer and turned to search for an escape.
Clang! Clang! Every exit was blocked by layers of steel-woven nets. Exhausted and without a sharp weapon, Yu Konghou felt utter despair, like a rat locked in a cage to be roasted alive, filled with endless curses and venomous hatred for Bai Suche. Who could have guessed back then that this silent, obedient woman, seemingly full of weaknesses, could be so patient—and so ruthless.
Tang Lici threw himself into the fire, his clothes and hair burning.
Bai Suche had carried the ignition source—the fire had started from her. Yet Wang Lingze, firmly grasped by Bai Suche, did not die immediately, still struggling desperately in the flames like a twisted ghost.
But Bai Suche wasn’t the only one holding her. Behind Wang Lingze, several others pressed her down, a sword aimed at her back, while another firmly gripped her leg.
Strange little insects fell from Wang Lingze’s body, one by one, carrying flames with them.
Tang Lici entered the inferno.
But within the fire, all was already over.
The grudges between righteousness and evil had been decisively settled.
No one here needed his salvation.
All living beings are but ants—who among them does not die?
The hidden hatreds and old enmities—I alone will repay.
Perhaps, in truth, it was he who owed gratitude to this great fire.
Suddenly, he turned and leaped out of the flames.
Yu Konghou recoiled in shock. Tang Lici’s red robes and ashen hair emerged from the fire, the flames extinguishing as trails of smoke rose into the air. The hollowed “Golden Thread Melody” swept toward him horizontally—had Yu Konghou not been panicked by the fire, he might have realized Tang Lici’s sword wasn’t striking down but sweeping flatly, a sign that his own emotions were equally turbulent, impossible to calm.
Tang Lici… was willing to step into the fire, willing to be torn apart by eagles and trampled into mud. Because if he did not go, who in this world could save them? They prayed for me, hoped for me, waited for me… So I answered. I was willing. I could.
Because I am omnipotent.
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