405: The ultimate deliciousness

291L [Succubus Loyal Fan]: Seconded. Miss Chloe's sway made my heart tremble. Take my incense points, take them all.

395L [Transferred from the Living Realm]: Just back from the Mercury Forum. They're laughing like crazy over there, saying our Netherworld talent show perfectly illustrates 'using a top-tier lineup for the worst planning.'

But they all agree: 'The ceiling of beauty, come and challenge us if you disagree.'

396L [Cultural Difference Observer]: The netizens of the living realm even gave us a nickname, 'Netherworld Miracle,' meaning the fact that so many high-beauty existences can gather is a miracle in itself.

As for the program content, it can be ignored.

469L [Meng Po's Soup Who Sees Through Everything]: Summary: The only currently unshakable advantage of all Netherworld entertainment projects is—everyone's appearance is top-notch.

As long as the faces are good, people will pay no matter how bad the planning is. Just accept it, that's just how we roll here.

470L [Pessimist]: Sigh, I heard there are even more 'exciting' formats coming. I've already prepared my incense points and blood pressure medication.

471L [Cold Night Buries Flower Soul]: Look on the bright side, at least our Netherworld contestants are all-natural, no plastic surgery. For that alone, I'll support them to the end.

There were tens of thousands more replies following the post, all jumping between memes, complaints, and admiring beauty, but all comments carefully avoided that 'Honorable Name' that absolutely could not be mentioned.

At most, they only dared to criticize the 'Planning Team' through insinuation.

Ling Qi closed her phone expressionlessly.

She could almost foresee what a 'spectacle' the forum would become once those 'brilliant' ideas Her Majesty had enthusiastically proposed—like 'revival matches,' 'limited-time PKs,' and 'crowdfunded debuts'—were refined and implemented by Ming Xuan and You Lin.

By then, the cursing would likely be a hundred times more intense than it was now.

However, she rubbed her brow, feeling slightly more at ease when she remembered the phrase 'Beauty is Justice' from the forum.

At least the human race (as well as ghost messengers, demon races, etc.) fell for the beauty trap.

As long as those elf and succubus contestants were still standing before the camera, as long as that exquisite beauty transcending life and death remained.

No matter how outrageous the planning was, there would always be those with plenty of incense points willing to pay for it.

This was probably a blessing in disguise... Deep within the Chaos Royal Court.

Space was warped and distorted; time had long since lost its meaning here.

Sabrina reclined in her throne, her long hair floating slowly in the filth like a living thing.

She had a strand of silver-white wound around her hand.

It was the natural divine power she had forcibly snatched from Avila last time, which she had kept until now.

Suddenly, Sabrina's nose twitched slightly.

The lazy expression on her face vanished instantly, replaced by a nearly frantic excitement.

A burning light ignited deep within her crimson pupils, and her tongue slowly slid across the corner of her mouth, as if tasting a supreme delicacy.

"Little Avi..."

The whisper echoed through the deathly silent court, so viscous it made one's scalp tingle.

She felt it.

In that secondary plane near the edge of the Chaos Royal Court where rules were chaotic, a trace of extremely pure natural divine blood belonging to Avila's origin was drifting over clearly.

The scent was too alluring, mixed with the vigorous vitality of life and the unique coolness of an elf.

To Sabrina, it was a poison that could make even an ancient god sink into addiction, and an irresistible temptation.

She sensed that Avila had been wandering around that area for several days, the anxiety and weakness in her divine power fluctuations barely concealed.

Was it because Eternal Song Fortress was gone?

Or because she couldn't find her Wood Spirit Body vassal?

[Tsk, how pitiful.]

[No, how... delicious.]

A trap?

The thought did cross Sabrina's mind.

This opportunity came too coincidentally, and Avila's state was too 'cooperative.'

But so what?

How could she not eat a dessert delivered to her mouth?

Ten thousand years ago, when she sucked the divine blood, Avila's humiliated and helpless trembling beneath her, and the sensation of the neck veins pulsing between her teeth.

It remained one of the most memorable memories in Sabrina's long life.

She craved far more than just divine blood.

She craved Avila herself, that body condensed from the purest natural origin.

The struggle of that cool and proud divine soul when it was forcibly defiled was the feast Sabrina was most addicted to.

Reason was worth nothing in the face of such ultimate delicacy.

She didn't care to guess if this was a trap set by Astrea and Avila together.

Since the sweetheart delivered herself to the door, there was no reason not to eat.

However, madness and paranoia were not the same as stupidity.

Sabrina was not entirely a fool yet.

Suspicion was her nature; even if desire burned her divinity hot, she still maintained a final bit of caution.

A bone tile engraved with abyss runes appeared in her palm.

Sabrina poured her divine power into it, carving in the coordinates of the secondary plane and adding a couple of sentences: "The delicious prey has appeared, coordinates attached."

"Share the hunting feast together?"

The bone tile turned into a streak of dark red light, piercing through the many barriers of the Chaos Royal Court and disappearing into the endless void turbulence.

After doing all this, Sabrina slowly rose.

Filthy energy surged around the throne as if cheering. Several of her strongest core clones crawled out from the shadows and knelt silently on the ground.

"Let's go!" Sabrina's voice carried a suppressed tremor. Her crimson eyes stared intently at the direction pointed to by the coordinates, filled with naked possessiveness.

"Let's go bring our lost little bird home."

...Inside Jiaotai Palace.

Just as Shang Wan Ning stepped through the palace gates, Xiao Si's noisy electronic voice rang in her Sea of Consciousness: "Host, the 'Abyss Beacon' has activity. The information and coordinates sent from Sabrina's side have been fully decrypted."

Almost simultaneously, Tudor's encrypted message flooded into the Empress's Sea of Consciousness: "Your Majesty, the target coordinates are perfectly consistent with the preset. Furthermore, abnormal divine power assembly fluctuations have been monitored in the directions of the Kingdom of Light and the Elven Kingdom."

She didn't stop her pace, walking straight toward the phoenix couch, a cold and sharp arc curling at the corner of her lips. "It seems the big fish have all taken the bait."

Shang Wan Ning lifted a finger and swiped across the void.

A dark rift quietly opened, leaking an aura that did not belong to this world.

She reached in and took out the Evil God Set.

With the robe of ten thousand sorrows on her body, the Netherworld Empress's majesty was instantly replaced by the filthy abyss aura.

The heaven-deceiving divine soul mask covered her face, its icy touch piercing through to her divine soul, adjusting her soul fluctuations to the mode Shadow Fierce should have.