I'm bound to the World-Destroying Witch

Chapter 499. The Tomb of All Beings
The Black Abyss was pitch black, devoid of light.

But as Xia Feng walked deeper into the ground, he discovered that it seemed to be a snowfield.

As Xia Feng stepped onto the snow, even through the thick ice and snow, he could still sense the countless bones buried beneath the snow, the decaying Yin energy accumulated over hundreds of millions of years.

It was as if this place was the source of all filth.

The deeper they went, the thicker the snow that never melted underfoot became, and the air was filled with a chilling, icy atmosphere, which even made Xia Feng, who had a strong physique, feel a bone-chilling cold.

This made Xia Feng suspicious. Was this place really a lost space caused by the empire's civil war?

Because through his Eye of Deconstruction, he could clearly see beneath the thick snow lay countless skeletons—humans, nightmares, and even dragons—piled up in billions, stretching as far as the eye could see.

This is a graveyard for all living beings.

He and the woman in the blue dress were walking on it.

Xia Feng looked up and gazed into the distance. Through his Eye of Deconstruction, he saw a majestic snow-capped mountain at the edge of the snowfield, resembling a colossal, lifeless beast of the starry sky, vast and boundless.

Meanwhile, a thin mist drifted across the land.

The mist had a faint purple tinge, repelled by the heart of the evil demon.

"Is this fog the same as the fog on Witch Island?" Xia Feng asked, following behind the woman in the green dress.

The further the two traveled towards the snow-capped mountains, the denser the fog became, and the color of the space visibly turned purple.

The fog on Witch Island was like this before, faintly carrying the aura of evil, but it was not evil and could not be absorbed by the heart of the evil demon.

"More or less," Jiang Qiu'e said calmly. "You can think of it as a kind of infectious disease; if you come into contact with it too much, you may get infected."

Under the cover of this fog, a disaster zone similar to Witch Island was formed. Within the zone, it is forbidden to levitate more than 5 meters above the ground, flight is impossible, spatial teleportation is prohibited, and the movement of spiritual particles is also hindered.

As for the specific effects of the poison, if you're interested, you can try inhaling this mist.

Jiang Qiu'e held the 'protection' talisman between her fingertips, burning one after another, transforming it into a pale red protective shield that enveloped the two of them.

Xia Feng carefully sensed it and indeed, the deeper he went, the more blocked the flow of spiritual particles on the surface of his soul became.

By this point, Xia Feng realized that he could no longer use the spirit robe.

However, it wasn't a big deal. He still had a powerful physical body and spiritual artifacts, so he wasn't afraid of Jiang Qiu'e plotting against him.

Moreover, to be honest, without the ability to use the spirit armor, Jiang Qiu'e's combat power is reduced by a much greater extent than his.

Xia Feng narrowed his dark eyes, staring at the aloof figure of the woman in the green dress, and said thoughtfully, "So, what will happen if one is infected with the calamity poison of this place? Will one become a weeping witch like on Witch Island?"

Jiang Qiu'e shook her head, about to say something. Suddenly, a withered white hand rose from the snow beneath her feet in the darkness, attempting to grab Xia Feng's ankle.

Xia Feng reacted quickly, moving half a body backward like a ghost.

But the snow seemed to be peeking out like a groundhog. At that moment, hundreds of white hands suddenly reached out and pressed down on the ground, and strange human figures slowly crawled out of the soil amidst the rustling sounds.

"Walk."

Xia Feng only heard one short word from the woman in the green dress, and when he looked up, she had already disappeared.

Damn it, Xia Feng was speechless. This woman had a ton of ways to escape, and he hadn't even figured out how Jiang Qiu'e had disappeared.

With no other option, since spatial artifacts cannot be used within the Disaster Realm, Xia Feng had to activate the fiery wings of the Vermilion Bird Demon Armor and fly forward frantically.

Because flying more than five meters above the ground was forbidden within the disaster zone, he could only fly at low altitudes. Countless hands reached out from beneath his feet, and grotesque faces roared from beneath the semi-transparent ice, triggering Xia Feng's trypophobia and leaving him in a daze. He vaguely heard solemn and sacred Buddhist chants, yet also heard a cacophony of malevolent howls: "Infinite Heavenly Venerable. Infinite Heavenly Venerable."

Hearing these four words repeated over and over, Xia Feng inexplicably felt a strange urge to fall into the Snowfield Tomb and become one with the skeletons, to become one of them. That would surely be blissful.
However, the idea was fleeting.

Before long, he saw a snow-covered hill ahead, and a woman in a green dress stood on the top of the hill, throwing out three talismans, each displaying the words "Strong Protection," "Strengthen," and "Guide."

Xia Feng immediately felt a gravitational pull coming from the hill, which further increased his speed.

At the same time, the [Strong Protection] and [Enhancement] talismans merged together, forming a crimson light membrane, which Xia Feng crashed into.

As soon as he landed, the woman in the green dress threw a "clean" character at him.

Xia Feng instinctively wanted to dodge, but stopped himself, letting the word "pure" enter his brow. The "Infinite Heavenly Venerable" in his ear vanished instantly.

"This is the function of the Disaster Realm. The longer you stay in the fog, or the more negative emotions you have because of the 'Below the Snowfield,' your consciousness will be gradually 'assimilated,' and you will develop the idea of ​​wanting to merge with the 'Below the Snowfield,' and eventually even put it into action."

"The things that exist beneath the snowfields?" Xia Feng asked, puzzled. "You mean those corpses that suddenly came to life?"

"Yes and no."

Jiang Qiu'e tilted her head and looked down at the hill below. Beneath the sea of ​​hands formed by countless human hands, countless corpses opened their eyes, turned their ugly heads to look at the two of them, and curled their lips into a uniform smile.

"This snowfield is itself a consciousness entity."

Jiang Qiu'e made a startling statement: "You can understand Him as a huge and deformed consciousness formed by the forced fusion of countless life consciousnesses."

"And this consciousness has only one purpose: to assimilate the invaders into its own being."

Hearing Jiang Qiu'e's explanation, Xia Feng felt a chill run down his spine. As long as he had negative emotions, he would gradually be assimilated. There was no solution to this. Thinking of this, the solemn and sacred Buddhist chanting echoed in his ears once more: "Amitabha Buddha."

"I suggest you don't think about it, especially not about the snowfield. That will only generate more negative emotions in you and make you more susceptible to assimilation."

Jiang Qiu'e's soft voice brought Xia Feng back to his senses, and his eye twitched slightly involuntarily:

"I think if you hadn't told me so much, I might not have had so many negative emotions."

Seeing his unfriendly expression, Jiang Qiu'e felt inexplicably pleased, but her face remained solemn and indifferent: "It was you who asked."

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"Alright, alright, is this how you play it, you little green fox? You just wait!" Xia Feng noted down Jiang Qiu'e's name and smiled.
"Alright then, didn't you say you wanted me to help you find the relics of the gods? But now we're trapped, what do you suggest we do?"

"We've found it."

Jiang Qiu'e shook her head and pointed to the hill at her feet, "If you drip your dragon blood here, you can open the spatial gate."

"Oh?" Xia Feng looked at his feet in confusion. The small hill was also covered with snow, and there was some kind of seal in the mountain that he could not see clearly.

In other words, the divine relic that Jiang Qiu'e wanted is inside the seal?

For someone as cautious as Jiang Qiu'e to be willing to take such a dangerous step into this strange place, the divine relic must have some extraordinary power.

Xia Feng's mind raced, and he had already begun to devise a plan to steal the divine relic.

As for the promise of cooperation, and the moral condemnation of breaking that promise?
Well, Xia Feng's moral bottom line has always been flexible and changeable; he has no morals right now.

(End of this chapter)