When Lady Catherine opened her eyes again, the world before her had turned gray and white, stretching endlessly into the distance—a plain painted in only shades of gray.
“You’ve already reached this point, haven’t you…”
Lady Catherine couldn’t help but sigh.
Within that sigh was not just simple emotion, but an inescapable sense of despair.
“How is it?”
Sylvia walked slowly out from the gray plain, smiling lightly at her.
People’s understanding of the Extraordinary Realm generally went no further than the Sanctuary, but every Domain Transcendent knew—even within the Sanctuary, there were levels.
Comprehending the Laws was the beginning of the Sanctuary, and those who learned to wield the Laws flexibly were already among its elite.
If one could use the Laws to create a Domain, then they were already considered a powerful Domain Transcendent.
Lady Catherine was such a person.
Her talent should have broken through the Sanctuary long ago, and now, upon finally doing so, she had reached the step of wielding a Domain.
This was the source of her confidence to stand against Sylvia.
Sylvia was indeed powerful, but she was by no means without a chance.
But now, she realized just how naïve her thoughts had been.
Sylvia had already surpassed the level of the Law Domain, reaching the Law World—a realm that no one had touched for a thousand years.
Originally, with the blessing of the starry night, she could use her fully-opened Starry Domain to fight on nearly even terms.
But once Sylvia drew her into her world, everything was over.
The pale blue skin on her body gradually faded away, the starlight dissipated into smoke within the flawless world, and her long blue hair slowly returned to its original black.
Lady Catherine’s plump, fair, voluptuous figure, once hidden, was now exposed before Sylvia without reservation.
Her snow-white peaks stood tall, but Lady Catherine did not reach to cover herself; instead, she remained standing, her expression grave as she gazed at Sylvia.
Sylvia studied Catherine’s lewd body, recalling how she had just been riding on top of Roman with abandon, and couldn’t help but curl her lip in disdain.
Disgusting *.
“Do you have anything left to say?”
Sylvia asked coolly.
The implication was clear—if you have no means to resist, today you might not die, but your fate will be miserable.
Lady Catherine tried to draw on her magic, but to her despair, she found she could use less than a tenth of her former power—the Sacred Seal refused to answer her call.
She had ascended to the Sanctuary, relying on the starry night’s blessing to step directly into the Law Domain, hoping to fight Sylvia.
But now, she realized she didn’t even have the chance to strike.
This was, without doubt, the most hopeless battle she had ever faced.
Her intellect was utterly useless before such absolute power.
Still, still…
“If not…”
Sylvia’s words were cut short as Lady Catherine suddenly spoke first.
“Is this the Law World?”
Sylvia raised an eyebrow, then smiled and nodded, like a hunter toying with her prey.
How should she punish this *?
Sylvia’s gaze fell on the two plump fruits on Catherine’s chest, then to the round, firm hips and thighs below, as wicked thoughts slowly rose in her mind.
“The Dragon of the Black Rose Empire—has it reached the Law World?”
The irrelevant question caught Sylvia off guard, but for once, she was in the mood to converse.
“That female Dragon not only reached the Law World, but did so before I did.”
“Then at the time—”
“Just as you, upon reaching the Sanctuary, became stronger than half the trash there, once I reached the Law World, that Dragon naturally dared not say much to me.”
After speaking, Sylvia’s lips curved into a faint smile.
“Hiss.”
Lady Catherine’s face twisted in pain, her hand flying to her rear where a red mark had bloomed on her bouncing flesh.
If there were eyes behind her, they would see a red handprint rising on her buttocks.
Sylvia’s hand, to the side, twitched imperceptibly.
At the same time, her desire to further punish this * who had defiled Roman only grew—she wanted to leave her utterly humiliated.
The Saintly and dignified seat, sacred in the eyes of the world, revealed its dark side within Sylvia’s own realm, manipulating the surrounding space at will, pressing Catherine’s body like dough between her hands.
One moment, waves rolled across her buttocks; the next, her breasts surged—the red marks on Lady Catherine’s body multiplied.
Seeing the once graceful and elegant Lady Catherine reduced to such disgrace in front of her, Sylvia’s desire for revenge was finally sated.
Collapsed on the ground in shame, Lady Catherine pressed her lips together, suppressing the painful moans rising in her throat, while she silently chanted in her heart.
Run…
When Lady Catherine finally lay on the ground, body flushed and overwhelmed, the calm in her eyes had been replaced by fatigue and the faint thrill of humiliation.
Sylvia stood with arms crossed, spat another faint, and at last lost all patience for Lady Catherine.
“From now on, you’re on your own.”
Leaving those words behind, Sylvia released her Law World.
She stood gracefully on the church floor, while Lady Catherine lay sprawled in disgrace on the cold ground, gasping for breath.
Sylvia paid no mind to Lady Catherine’s state, frowning as she looked around—Roman had already vanished without a trace.
Still, she felt no panic.
The flow of time in the Law World was different from reality—an hour there was barely a minute in the real world.
Even if she bullied Lady Catherine for an hour inside, how far could Roman possibly run in a minute?
As her consciousness spread outward, a faint unease finally crept into Sylvia’s heart.
Why…was there no trace of Roman?
Impossible!
For the first time, events had unfolded beyond her expectations.
Sylvia’s eyes flashed, and she expanded her Domain almost to its limit, enveloping the entire Lily Territory.
Yet, just as before, there was no sign of Roman.
Sylvia finally understood.
She glanced at Lady Catherine, who lay nearby with limbs splayed, hair disheveled, and red marks all over from her torment.
Sylvia walked over and stood before her.
“Was this your doing?”
“Hehe…”
Lady Catherine’s soft, black-haired face twisted in a mocking smile at Sylvia.
So full of herself—yet so easily deceived, just like a *.
Sylvia’s expression darkened, her right hand opening to seize Lady Catherine’s throat.
“Speak!”