I'm bound to the World-Destroying Witch

Chapter 414. I, Mu Qingtong, will create a new world!

Upon hearing the news of K-mask's death, Ye Lidongjun's mood did not improve much.

He slowly closed his eyes, his fingertips tapping the armrests of the wheelchair again and again. A beautiful, flowing light of red and blue emanated from his fingertips, like ripples spreading across a lake after rain.

These ripples swept across the military zone and the core area, like a symphony echoing across a devastated land, seemingly collecting some kind of information in an attempt to piece together the past of this place.

Unfortunately, all traces of the battle in the fortress have been erased, leaving no usable information for analysis.

The young man in the wheelchair rubbed his temples, feeling a bit of a headache. Plans couldn't keep up with changes; not only had the Dongsheng Fortress been looted, but the treasures on the K-mask had also been lost in the river of time.

Dying in the outside world would be fine, but dying in the river of time would bring Ye Lidong no benefit.

Of course, Ke Yanqing is also unhappy now. He thought he could take this opportunity to retrieve his mother's remnant spirit and make a great contribution.

After all, the Golden Flower didn't care whether Sirius lived or died, but they didn't expect that they would ultimately fail.

And all of this is because of Shi Haihanjing of Q-Men!
Yasuhito Gokudera's projection also fell into the battlefield. Yasuhito Gokudera said with a happy expression, "Although Q-man escaped, falling into the river of time and space is no different from death."

Q-mask and K-mask molested Jiang Qiu'e together in the Water Curtain Cave on Witch Island. Gokudera Yasuto never forgot this incident and hated the two of them. Now that neither of them had a good ending, he was naturally happy.

"Anything is possible until absolute death is confirmed."

The elderly priest, hands clasped behind his back, gazed at the moon on the horizon. His aged eyes narrowed slightly as he turned and asked, "Tian Yuan, what did the Holy Lady say?"

The golden staff gleamed with golden light, seemingly communicating with some mysterious being. After a moment, it emitted a deep, muffled voice, concisely stating: "The Holy Law has taken effect."

Seeing this, the old man in the priest's robe and Yufeller nodded. Although they were unsure which masked man was Sirius, they were relieved that Sirius No. 2 was dead.

At this point, only Sirius No. 1, who is only a first-level spirit master, remains, and he is not difficult to deal with.

Sirius's numbering is not in chronological order.

Because the second Sirius looked exactly like the first when it first appeared, the Bureau of Astronomy couldn't tell which one appeared first, causing complete confusion. In the end, they had no choice but to designate the Sirius that no longer appeared as number 1, and the other one as number 2.

Based on the four flashes of the star chart data for Sirius No. 2, the Astronomical Bureau has been able to roughly deduce several trajectory patterns of it in the Sirius region. With this trajectory pattern, the Astronomical Bureau is confident that it will not confuse the two when Sirius No. 1 reappears.

Of course, now that Sirius No. 2 has been destroyed, it's impossible to mix them up again.

"Your Excellencies, if there are no objections, this blood will belong to our Black Moon Church."

The woman in the green dress looked towards the center of the battlefield, where the spatial turbulence had disappeared, and where three drops of blood from the K-mask remained.

According to the pre-agreed distribution plan, Tian Yuan only needs to kill Sirius and does not need any treasures. Sirius's blood will go to the Black Moon Church, his body will go to Ye Lidongjun, Golden Flower will take a divine relic, and the remaining treasures will all belong to the angel Yufeller.

But now only three drops of blood remain on the battlefield; nothing else.
Yufeller's brow creases flickered as he glanced at the blood droplets on the K-mask. There was nothing unusual about them; they were just ordinary blood.

Everyone knows that the Black Moon Saintess Jiang Qiu'e cultivated a spiritual garment related to blood, and the blood of a genius like K-mask is indeed a treasure to her.

Yufeller and Ye Lidong nodded slightly.

Jiang Qiu'e's beautiful eyes were ethereal. After thanking the two lords in a soft voice, she casually waved her hand and collected the three drops of blood that were suspended in mid-air into her brow.

Unlike the blood of a true dragon, the blood of dragon descendants and half-dragons loses its activity and dragon blood characteristics rapidly after leaving the body, becoming no different from ordinary blood.

But she has a very special method that can recreate a K-mask's body using this blood!

Of course, this is not resurrection, nor can it be done. She just wanted to see if the K-faced human body, which has no consciousness or soul, could still possess the characteristics of dragon blood, so as to provide her with a continuous supply of delicious dragon blood.

Of course, another reason was that she really wanted to know who was behind the K-mask!

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The long river of time and space.

Here, you can't see where you came from, nor can you see the end.

A wall of information light, painted with trillions of colors, silently passed through the woman in the black dress, one after another. Time seemed to take on a tangible form at this moment, forming streams of light that flowed quietly around the woman and then vanished.

Mu Qingtong lay on her back in the long river, her golden eyes unblinking, lost in thought.

Why is the world always so boring?

She was always thinking about this question.

The empire, a nation that was reformed and unified eight thousand years ago, still has a corrupt aristocratic system, inefficient administration, a docile lower class, and people with their own agendas, just like in the imperial era.

Perhaps it was once glorious.

But from the garden to Baidi City, all the facts prove that ants occupy high positions and maggots rule the world. This empire was corrupt from the moment it was established, rotting away amidst all kinds of greed and deceitful lies.

What she found most unbearable was that she had been subservient to these maggots for so many years.

It's ridiculous.

From this perspective, the monarchical system of the dynasty did indeed have certain advantages over the 'deliberative system' of the empire.

The Central Council is a bunch of powerless ants; the Four Pillars of State are a bunch of maggots devouring the empire.

The reason why all these problems arise, from the Garden to the White Emperor City, is that this world lacks a true king.

—There is a lack of a monarch who can rule over all things and clearly define inviolable laws!

In fact, she felt that Mr. Xia was qualified to be king, and if he was willing, she could help him reform the world and create a new order, which would surely be very interesting.

Unfortunately.

The king she had chosen died.

The world has become boring and rotten again, without a shred of novelty.

But it doesn't matter. Since Mr. Xia is dead, she will do all of this herself!
Perhaps, from the moment she stepped into the garden, she had already determined what the meaning of her existence had been for the past nineteen years was.

—End this boring and decaying world!

She, Mu Qingtong, will create a new order and a new world for this world!

"Mr. Xia, I'm sure you'll like this new world." The woman in the black dress lay supine in the stream of light. Directly above her, a floating skull with golden cheekbones and hollow eye sockets that emitted a dark light stared back at her, as if she could hear her cold, indifferent voice.

Of course, she didn't get a positive answer from Mr. Xia, nor did she hear his irritatingly sarcastic remarks.

However, since Mr. Xia didn't answer, she took it as a tacit agreement.
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Tsk~ How ridiculous! She suddenly realized that she had actually gotten used to Mr. Xia's presence and his eccentric and noisy nature.

"Miss Mu, do you like me?"

I also got used to Mr. Xia asking me questions again and again.

Unfortunately, this problem
The woman in the black dress gazed ahead, her pale golden eyes like a tranquil lake on a sacred mountain, detached from the world. But now they gradually darkened and became indistinct, revealing the savage bloodshed buried deep beneath the dark lake, no longer concealed.

It must be said that Mr. Xia's departure did make her feel very sad, but not extremely sad. She was just a little angry, a little resentful, and a little violent and murderous.
Because she believed that Mr. Xia would be resurrected.

Yes, that's right. Even though there's practically no chance of Xia Feng being resurrected, Mu Qingtong still suspected that this bastard was playing her. Maybe tomorrow, the day after, or the day after that he'd reappear, then jump in her face with a smug grin, 'Miss Mu, did you cry after I died?'

cry?
Mu Qingtong had never known what crying was, she had never cried since she was a child, and she had never shed a tear for anyone.

Mr. Xia's departure was not worth her being so saddened, nor could it arouse the slightest physiological reaction in her tear ducts!
She just needs to wait a little longer, and Mr. Xia will probably appear in front of her on his own!
So she wasn't flustered at all.
With her beautiful eyes calming down, Mu Qingtong hugged Xia Feng's head tightly in her arms again, and her figure in the black dress was swallowed up by a spacetime rift that appeared in front of her.

Disappear.

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The sealed land, beneath the World Tree.

The woman in the star-patterned dress leaned lazily against the throne, her long legs crossed, and the pale dragon tail trailing beneath her dress swayed from side to side.

Just as she was about to take out her diary to write down her thoughts for the day, the dragon's tail froze instantly, its half-lowered eyelids suddenly lifted, and its majestic vertical pupils erupted with terrifying killing intent.

Sudden——

Her figure shot into the sky with an eerie speed, leaving a pale shadow in her wake, attempting to reach the towering World Tree.

"Sizzle!!" But the next moment, the black and gold throne burst forth with countless deep, dark mist streams, which instantly condensed into eighteen black and gold chains, linking with the star-skirted woman in the sky. The chains shrieked and vibrated, pulling hard on Di Si's entire body, from her hands, ankles, thighs, waist, vest, shoulder blades, and neck.

But Di Si ignored the restraints behind her, and the dark gold holy cross between her brows shone even brighter, her divine eyes narrowing into terrifying white slits.

The moment she stepped barefoot into the air, soaring above the World Tree Canopy, her vertical pupils seemed to traverse endless time and space, arriving at a devastated land.

There were four ants on the ground. Her divine sense continued to penetrate, entering the central spacetime vortex. The scene of the black-robed, masked man being pierced through the chest by the Sword of God was instantly imprinted in her pupils. At this moment, her vertical pupils shrank completely to dangerously pale needles.

"Boom!!!"

The terrifying spacetime explosion obscured all the secrets of heaven. Di Si felt a sharp pain in her pupils, but she did not close her eyes. Her vertical pupils remained coldly fixed on everything in the river of time and space, on everything in the Dongsheng Fortress, trying to remember each and every face.

"Bang bang bang—" The sealing chains behind him were still trembling and tightening, trying to forcibly pull this great being back, but to no avail.

Di Si could feel the seal beginning to rapidly devour her body and soul. The boundless pain made her feel as if she could hear countless spirits and evil beings roaring and wailing in her ears, pulling her into the abyss of despair called Fengdu.

This is punishment for her using her divine sense to break through the seal; the word "pain" is insufficient to describe even a fraction of what happened.

However, Di Si ignored all of this and continued to gaze along the river of time and space to the end, where she saw the heads of believers.

I saw a witch with bloodshot eyes.

Guided by her divine will, the believer's head traveled against the flow of light in the long river and successfully reached the witch.

Without lingering, the divine sense once again traversed layers of space, arriving directly at the astral plane and locking onto the location of the celestial body represented by the believer.

—Sirius region, Sirius?
The dark surface of the star was constantly cracking, as if the core of the planet was being pierced by an invisible force. The cracks spread and expanded rapidly on the outer shell, and the red light was rampant. In the blink of an eye, this entire realm turned into nothingness and was annihilated in an instant!
It was as if they had never existed.

The collapse of a celestial body signifies the complete death of its corresponding spiritual master, who, under the influence of the Holy Priest's decree, has no possibility of resurrection!

Her narrow, needle-like vertical pupils were cold as she stared intently at the scene. The prolonged breakthrough of the seal further unleashed the evil power and pain within her body, and a scarlet line of blood slid down her left eye and cheek.

Swah——

The chains vibrated, and the woman in the star-patterned dress streaked through the air in a pale arc before being forcibly pulled back, her head thrown back against the throne.

The pale seal on the believer's body—disappeared! The only connection with the believer was quietly severed, causing her heart to clench sharply.

The believer is dead?!

Di Si never expected that such a sudden change would occur so soon after she accepted the challenge from that evil witch.

This useless witch! She was right next to her believers, yet she couldn't protect them at all, and she still dares to challenge me?! Di Si's fingertips dug into her palms, her dark face seemingly suppressing endless divine rage, almost reaching the breaking point.

At this moment, her desire to leave the sealed land was stronger than ever before. Being sealed here, she couldn't even protect her believers and could only watch them die.

But it's too late to say anything now.

"Something's not right." Di Si's dark, vertical pupils seemed to realize something. She raised her divine eyes, her deep voice suppressing a raging divine fury, and murmured hoarsely, "Something's not right."

As he pondered, the evil force within his body grew increasingly terrifying, and his soul felt as if it were being devoured by trillions of ghostly insects, causing him boundless suffering.

However, she ignored her deteriorating physical condition and simply raised her vertical pupils, her deep and ancient gaze beginning to recall.

Based on her intuition, the pale seal left on the believer had indeed disappeared, but upon carefully recalling the scene she had just witnessed in the astral plane, she keenly noticed something amiss.

The moment the planet disintegrated, a barely perceptible red line on its back disappeared as well. At first, Di Si thought it was a curse similar to the Holy Law, but now it seems that it was not.

Because that red thread didn't disappear because of the believer's death, but rather it deliberately concealed itself, turning into a speck of stardust and vanishing without a trace. Even she wouldn't have noticed it if she hadn't observed carefully.

星埃
The entire astral plane is filled with stardust, which corresponds to each ordinary living being.

Why would there be such a strange stardust on the surface of Sirius, and why wouldn't it be swallowed up by such a massive star? This is clearly not right.

perhaps
Are these stars the only believers?

The woman on the throne raised her cold, vertical pupils slightly, as if traversing countless spaces once again, gazing at the mysterious other side of the star realm. Deep within her divine eyes, sorrow concealed a last trace of anxious expectation.

Xia Feng, I command you, you must live, okay?
(End of this chapter)