I'm bound to the World-Destroying Witch

Chapter 422. Dragon God, it's been a long time.

In the darkness, a crimson mark appeared on the back of Xia Feng's hand.

A crimson aura floated in the air, swirling to form a graceful figure in a red dress. The fox-like woman brought her small face close to Xia Feng and said in a cold, soft voice, "Master, I thought you were dead."

Xia Feng flicked her forehead: "You idiot, don't curse your master like that."

"Oh."

Yue Hongli blinked, sniffed his neck with her delicate nose, and looked up to say, "Master, the misfortune caused by the Guiyu Domain on you hasn't dissipated yet."

The Guiyu technique kills a thousand enemies but also loses eight hundred of its own. After using it, it will also bring bad luck for a period of time, but it's not a big deal. Anyway, he now possesses an immortal spirit and is a being that can never die.

So if something really bad happens, the worst that can happen is being locked up in a dark room for 3 months. Nothing could be worse than that.

As he pondered, he looked at the red carp.

When Death entered the stillness of the Evil River, Yue Hongli followed him in, but she could not move freely like him. Instead, her lifespan, thoughts, senses, and everything else were frozen.

Now that he has been resurrected, he came out with him, so for Yue Hongli, only a moment has passed, and in the blink of an eye, she has traveled from the river of time to this place.

"Master, have we arrived in the Nightmare Realm?" Yue Hongli asked curiously, her cold, beautiful eyes looking outwards.

The Evil Spirits outside were still prostrate, chanting unknown prayers.

Xia Feng quickly set up the teleportation array, then gently ruffled Yue Hongli's hair. "Little Carp, I'm going into the sealed land later. You stay here and keep watch. Call me if anything unusual happens."

"Okay, master."

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[Awakening Calendar 250]

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The woman in the star-patterned dress sat on the throne, a heavy ancient book resting on her lap. The open pages fluttered in the breeze, each page containing only the date and no other records.

Di Si lowered her eyelids, her pale vertical pupils narrowed into thin lines, and the dark gold cross between her brows extended like roots, with countless golden lines connecting into her majestic eyes.

The eighteen jet-black chains on the armrests of the throne still bound her entire body, her soft, cloud-gray hair seemed to ignite with crimson flames, and a chilling, ancient aura rose from the throne. At this moment, she truly resembled an ancient god imprisoned in hell, about to break free from the myriad shackles of the underworld.

I don't know when it started,
She was already used to the daily routine of believers coming to pay their respects every so often.

She looked forward to each appearance of the believer, to telling her about the things that happened in the outside world, and even looking forward to leaving the sealed land and witnessing the prosperity of the various races after Ragnarok.

She was initially unwilling to wake up and even less inclined to pay attention to this male human.

But now, even if she wanted to talk to Xia Feng, he probably wouldn't be able to respond to her.

Three months ago.

Ever since she discovered that the celestial body corresponding to the believers in the astral plane was not quite right, she had been filled with anticipation.

She hopes that one day believers will suddenly appear, once again respectfully bowing their hands below the steps of God, and calling upon her name.

Three months later, she forcibly broke through the divine shackles of the sealed land several times and turned her gaze to the Sirius Star Region.

But that dark star-scarce region remained unchanged.

The place where Sirius disintegrated has turned into nothingness, a desolate wasteland.

It seems the believers will never appear in the sealed land again.

She may only be able to continue sleeping here for countless years, until the world comes to an end and the universe reaches its final stage.

But she didn't want to go to sleep.

She had already memorized the names of those four heretical souls who had killed the believers; so weak, yet they dared to challenge the majesty of the Dragon God.

Those who anger the gods will meet their end in death.

The woman on the throne slowly raised her divine eyes, countless sacred golden patterns outlined between her brows and on her forehead, her soft, cloud-gray hair floating in space, her aura rising higher and higher, the chains behind the throne trembling wildly.

She was indeed unable to break through the seal of this place. However, it would not be difficult for her to kill the four ants in the endless distance with her divine sense, but the price would be severe injury and a ten-thousand-year slumber from which she would not be able to awaken. At the same time, the gods would discover that she had once awakened.

However, if the believer actually dies, such a price becomes negligible.

Sleeping for ten thousand years might not be such a bad thing.

But Di Si did not make a move immediately.

She wanted to wait a little longer.

Waiting for the impossible.

"Ok?"

Seemingly sensing something, the woman on the throne's eyes flickered.

As space fluctuated, a male human leaped out of space.

Xia Feng looked up and his gaze met that of the woman on the throne, who had lowered her eyes.

Beneath the dark gold holy mark on the woman's forehead, her vertical pupils burned with a pale flame, as if surging with ancient divine power, indifferently looking down upon the world.

Xia Feng's soul sank as he felt the chill of death, a kind of overwhelming divine wrath that instilled fear and a desire for mercy.

However, in the next instant, these terrifying auras that terrified him vanished like a defeated army, shrinking back frantically and disappearing completely.

Above the divine throne, below the divine steps, the atmosphere quietly fell silent.

Xia Feng swallowed hard, respectfully cupped his hands, blinked, looked up, and flashed a bright smile, revealing his white teeth: "Lord Dragon God, it's been a long time."

Di Si: "."

The soft, gray hair that had been floating in the air fell down, and the faint crimson color that had been burning quietly faded away. The golden lines on her brow, like roots, receded like the tide, turning back into a dark gold cross mark, adorning her brow.

Di Si lowered her eyes, slowly closed the heavy book on her lap, and it vanished into nothingness as a ray of light.

As she withdrew her divine power and suppressed the urge to break the seal, the eighteen netherworld chains behind her, seemingly from Fengdu, quietly disintegrated, as if they had never existed.

The God Throne and the Goddess returned to normal in an instant, looking exactly the same as when Xia Feng had visited this place before.

Xia Feng's right eyelid twitched slightly, and he tentatively asked, "Lord Dragon God, how have you been these past three months?"

Di Si raised her eyes and nodded calmly: "It's fine."

"Oh, all right."

Xia Feng nodded, but then asked with some confusion, "Then who were you just now?"

The space fell into a brief silence, a moment of stillness.

"I have noticed your death."

Di Si said calmly, "After all, as my only believer, your death is undoubtedly a provocation to the Dragon God. Therefore, I am prepared to pay the price of slumber to help you execute those four heretics."

"!" Xia Feng was startled upon hearing Miss Evil Dragon's words.

Thank goodness I got in as soon as I revived. Otherwise, it would have been a huge loss if killing four weaklings had caused Miss Evil Dragon to fall into a deep sleep for another ten thousand years.

What surprised Xia Feng was that Miss Evil Dragon actually knew who killed him? And she could even snipe the target while she was sealed?

"My believer, you have broken your promise once again. I need a reasonable explanation." Di Si's vertical pupils glared down at him.

Three months ago, after helping the believer eliminate the group of Nightmare Clan and human enemies, and accepting the challenge from the evil witch, the believer said that he would come to find her soon.

But this "soon" turned out to be a full three months.

(End of this chapter)