She stripped quickly, skirt yanked off, silk panties tossed aside, discarded. Now kneeling between his legs, she exhaled a shaky breath of relief. From behind, ivory pussy lips slick and slightly parted showing the faint glimpse of hidden pink skin inside.

She exhaled again in relief, as if getting rid of clothes meant getting rid of hesitation.

Then, almost instantly, a hand shot down, grabbed her hair, and shoved her head toward his crotch.

"What?! Mphh!?"

Her lips smashed against the swollen head of his cock. Her eyes went wide in shock as her mouth brushed hot flesh, the salty-sweet taste of precum smearing across her crimson lips.

She jerked back instantly, wiping at her mouth in disbelief. "You! I didn't say you could! What the hell are you doing!?"

"???" Wang Xiao looked at her like she was insane. "The hell do you mean? You drag me in here, rip my clothes, shove your breasts at me, then get offended when your lips touch my dick? Make sense, woman."

Her face burned crimson, crystal eyes flaring with anger and shame. "I said don't let us be heard! Not... not this filth!" She wiped harder at her lips, but the taste remained, bitter, faintly sour.

"Ah," Wang Xiao blinked, then sighed like she was the idiot. "So you meant eavesdropping. You should've said so. I thought you were begging for a dick."

With a lazy flick of his fingers, he sealed the room a second time, isolating it completely from time and space. Silence, total and absolute. "There. No one hears you now. Not your whispers, neither your screams."

Her eyes narrowed, shame and fury twisting inside her chest. "Arrogant dog."

The words dripped venom. Men like him, she used to leash and discard them like pets.

Wang Xiao's lips curled. "And yet, weren't you ready to kneel and spread for this dog a moment ago? Careful, you're insulting yourself more than me."

Her face burned crimson, her chest rising and falling with every furious breath. "Listen… You, You don't understand… this isn't a joke! Do you ever stop and think about what lies outside all this?"

That tone, trembling between fear and obsession, made him pause.

His smirk slipped.

For once, he looked directly into her eyes, not her body. "Outside… existence?"

"This... It wasn't the first time." Xue Hanqin closed her eyes. Strange glowing scripts lit across her skin, moving like rivers of light. Her voice dropped, "This was recorded across countless eons. In the beginning of all beginnings, it appeared again and again, until its occurrences diminished. The last time… a Supreme nearly destroyed the entire Executioner race. Not with trickery, not with armies. Alone. He was crushed, not by them, but by that power. The hand you showed me…" Her hands quivered. "…it matches the records."

Wang Xiao's brows furrowed. "But you said no one ever killed an Executioner?"

Her eyes snapped open, burning into his. "Yes. Because no one can. That wasn't a man, that was the Supreme. He shaped the Netherworld into what it is today, forging it by drawing in the energy of countless universes… and he paid the price... By his death! Even the Four Original Great Lords did not rise by themselves, they were blessed by his dying spirit. Without him, they were no different than us. No different than you."

"You mean," Wang Xiao murmured, "your strength isn't natural?"

Her jaw clenched. "It is natural. But only those bloodlines, touched by his spirit, could transcend Lord, and ascend to Great Lord. That is why only four bloodlines have ruled the Netherworld since eternity."

Wang Xiao tilted his head, eyes narrowing in thought. Then how did that Supreme reach it? Without blessing, without anyone before him?

Xue Hanqin looked away, biting her lip. "The hand you saw… if the records are true, it belongs to the one who exists beyond existence. The one who…"

"…Created everything," Wang Xiao finished, voice low.

Her shoulders stiffened, then she nodded. "Yes. The Executioners are not life. They are constructs. Mechanisms. His design, to keep the universes balanced and functional. That is why killing them should be impossible. They were not born... They were made."

A suffocating silence fell between them..

Wang Xiao's expression darkened, anger flickering across his eyes. Killing an Executioner… wasn't triumph.

It was trespass. What if the one who made them decided to intervene?

Xue Hanqin leaned closer, her voice sharp and urgent. "Do you understand the gravity of this? Tell me, tell me exactly how it happened. How did that thing appear?" Her lips trembled, sapphire eyes almost obsessed. "Do you not see? This is a chance to meet the Creator itself."

But Wang Xiao's blood boiled differently. He didn't want to kneel before anything.

He wanted answers.

And revenge.

That hand…

Was it truly His?

Where did He dwell?

How strong must He be, to uphold existence itself?

Why create existence at all?

Why chain it with rules?

The hatred in Wang Xiao's heart bled outward like black smoke, and far away, outside mortal perception, something stirred.

If the multiverse was a pouch, endlessly expanding… then this was outside the pouch.

A sudden light, blinding and absolute, poured into the nothingness.

A man sat cross-legged on the ground, a ground not of soil, but of solid gold, stretching endlessly in every direction. Pillars rose high, made of burning starlight, yet shaped into shelves. Rows upon rows of radiant walls, carved with shifting runes, stretched beyond sight.

The very walls filled with whispers, memories, records, echoes of creation itself.

In his hand, the man held a small pouch.

He turned it idly, fingers long and pale, almost careless.

Within the pouch were countless dark orbs, each one pulsing faintly like a heartbeat. He peered inside, and his golden brows furrowed.

One of the orbs had cracked.

What seemed like a simple fracture… was in truth the scar of an Executioner's death.

For the orbs were not jewels.

They were universes.

Each one vast. Each one endless, entire multiverses resting like marbles in a child's pouch.

To mortal eyes, the sight would shred sanity. Even Great Lords like Xue Hanqin would collapse in terror, unable to comprehend it.

But here, it was nothing more than a toy.

Because this was no throne room.

This was no battlefield.

This was a library.

The Library of the Heavens.