I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch-Chapter 445 - 414. Created by me, Mu Qingtong, to forge a new world!_2

The woman in the black dress lay back in the flow of light, directly above her, a floating skull with glinting golden cheekbones and hollow eyes shining with an undercurrent of light, gazing back at her as if it could hear her crisp, indifferent voice.

Of course, she did not receive a definite answer from Mr. Xia, nor did she hear any mocking taunts that were asking for a beating.

But if Mr. Xia did not respond, she would take it as his tacit agreement...

"..."

Tsk—how ridiculous, she suddenly realized that she had actually become accustomed to Mr. Xia's presence, accustomed to his erratic and noisy ways.

"Miss Mu, do you like me?"

And she had also become accustomed to Mr. Xia asking her over and over again.

It's just that this question...

The woman in the black dress looked at the pale gold pupils in front of her like a distant and serene holy mountain lake, now gradually darkening and becoming inscrutable, revealing the bloody violence that was no longer hidden deep in the dark lakebed.

It must be said that Mr. Xia's departure did hurt her, but it was not extremely painful; she was just a bit angry, frustrated, and had a bit of murderous rage... that's all.

Because she believed that Mr. Xia would be resurrected.

Yes, that's right, even though, in reality, Xia Feng seemed to have no possibility of resurrection, Mu Qingtong still suspected that the bastard was tricking her, perhaps reappearing tomorrow, the day after, or the day after that, then mockingly smiling in triumph, "Miss Mu, did you cry for me after I died~?"

Cry?

She, Mu Qingtong, had never known what crying was, never shed tears from childhood to adulthood, let alone for anyone.

Mr. Xia's departure was not worth stirring so many sad emotions, and it certainly couldn't trigger even a slight physiological reaction in her tear glands!

She only needed to wait a bit longer, and Mr. Xia would probably appear before her on his own!

So, she wasn't worried at all...

Her eyes calming down, Mu Qingtong hugged Xia Feng's head tightly in her arms once more, her figure in the black dress swallowed by a spatial rift that appeared in front of her.

Vanished from sight.

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In the Sealed Land, beneath the World Tree.

The woman in the starry dress propped her chin, languidly leaning against the Divine Throne, legs crossed, her pale dragon tail swaying left and right underneath her skirt.

Just as she was about to take out her diary to write down her thoughts for the day, her tail suddenly stiffened, and her half-lowered eyelids abruptly lifted, her authoritative vertical pupils flashing with terror and murderous intent.

In a flash—

Her figure sped into the sky with a bizarre swiftness, sweeping past a pale shadow, attempting to rush to the towering World Tree above.

"Zzzt!" But the next moment, the Dark Gold Divine Throne burst forth countless profound black mists, instantly forming eighteen black and gold chains, linking with the starry-dressed woman in the sky, encasing her wrists, ankles, thighs, waist, chest, shoulder blades, neck... The chains screeched and roared, fiercely pulling at Disi's entire body.

But Disi paid no attention to the restraints behind her; the dark gold Holy Cross on her forehead shone even brighter, her divine eyes narrowing into terrifying white abyss-like slits.

She walked barefoot in the void, hovering above the World Tree canopy for an instant, her vertical pupils as if capable of traversing endless space-time, arriving at a land full of scars and wounds.

On this land were four ants; her Divine Thought continued to penetrate, entering the central space-time vortex. The scene of a robed, masked figure being pierced through the chest by God's Sword was instantaneously imprinted at the bottom of her pupils, and at this moment, her vertical pupils constricted completely into dangerous pale thin needles.

"Boom!!!"

The terrifying space-time explosion obscured all heavenly secrets; Disi felt a sharp pain in her eyes, but she did not close them, her vertical pupils still coldly staring at everything within the Space-time River, staring at everything about the East Victory Fortress, remembering each and every face.

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"Thump thump thump—" The chains of the seal behind her continued to tremble wildly, strained, attempting to pull back this great existence in vain.

Disi could feel the seal accelerate its consumption of her body and soul, the endless suffering making her seemingly hear countless Dead Spirits and evil beings howling and wailing in her ears, pulling her into a desperate abyss called Fengdu.

This was the punishment for her use of Divine Thought to break through the seal, the word 'pain' was no longer sufficient to describe even a ten-thousandth of it.

However, Disi did not pay attention to these things. Her gaze continued to follow the Space-time River to its end, and she saw the heads of Believers.

Saw the Witch with bloodlines running from her eyes.

Under her guidance of Divine Thought, the Believers' heads went against the flow of the river, successfully arriving in front of the Witch.

Without lingering, Divine Thought traveled again through layers of space, directly coming to the Star Realm, locking onto the position of the star that the Believer represented.

—Sirius Domain, Sirius?

The dark surface of the star continually cracked as if the core of the star was invisibly pierced. Cracks spread rapidly on the shell, expanding, while red light burst wantonly. In an instant, without sound or breath, this entire domain turned into nothingness and was annihilated!

As if it had never existed.

The collapse of a star body represented the complete death of its corresponding Spirit Master; under the Holy Judge Decree, there was no longer any possibility of Resurrection!

Her vertical pupils narrowed into silver needles, coldly staring at this scene. The prolonged breakthrough of the seal further unleashed the Evil Power and pain inside her, and a scarlet line of blood slid down her cheek from her left eye.

Whoosh—

The chains vibrated, and the star-skirted woman traced a Pale streak through the air, forcefully pulled back, her head knocked back against the Divine Throne.

The Pale Seal on the Believer—the one that disappeared! The only connection to the Believer quietly severed, causing her heart to tighten fiercely.

The Believer, dead?!

Disi had never thought that just after accepting the challenge from that Evil Witch, such a sudden change would occur.

This worthless Witch! Clearly being right next to the Believer yet utterly failing to protect, how dare she challenge me? Disi's fingertips dug into the palm of her hand, hiding the divine countenance in the dark as if suppressing endless divine wrath, about to reach the critical edge.

At this moment, her wish to leave the Sealed Land was stronger than ever. Being sealed here, she was unable to protect the Believer and could only watch helplessly as the Believer died.

But now it was too late to say anything.

"No, that's not right." Disi's obscure vertical pupils seemed to think of something, raising her divine gaze, her deep voice oppressed with towering divine rage, and hoarsely murmured, "Something doesn't seem quite right..."

During reflection, the Evil Power inside her corroded more terrifyingly, her soul as if being bitten by countless ghost worms, suffering boundless pain.

But she did not pay attention to the increasingly dire state of her body, merely lifting her vertical pupils, the profound and ancient light within her eyes began to reminisce.

According to the sensation, the Pale Seal that remained on the Believer had indeed disappeared, but thinking back carefully to the scenes she just saw in the Star Realm, she sharply noticed something abnormal.

At the instant of the star's disintegration, a barely noticeable thread of red also vanished; at first, Disi thought this was a curse similar to the Holy Judge Decree, but now it seemed not to be the case.

Because that thread of red did not disappear due to the Believer's death, but rather concealed itself, becoming a speck of star dust that disappeared without a trace. If she did not observe carefully, even she would not have detected this.

Star dust...

The entire Star Realm was filled with star dust, which corresponded to numerous ordinary beings.

Why would there be such a strange speck of star dust on the surface of Sirius, and moreover, not be consumed by such a massive star body? Clearly, something was not right.

Perhaps...

This speck of star dust was actually the Believer?

The woman on the Divine Throne coldly lifted her vertical pupils as if traveling through countless spaces again, looking towards the distant end of the mysterious Star Realm. In the depths of her divine gaze, between sorrow lurked the last bit of hesitant hope.

Xia Feng, I command you. You must survive...