I'm bound to the World-Destroying Witch

Chapter 718. The Mastermind Behind the Descent of the Red Moon

"You want to know?"

"nature."

"You know that person?" Master Miao said gently.

"I know him?" Xia Feng was taken aback, his curiosity truly piqued this time. "Who is he?"

"Take Chana Yuki's body and leave this world, then retreat ten thousand meters away from the body."

Miao Shi, draped in a white divine robe, stood in the dream. She had now returned to her girlish appearance, but her gaze remained calm. "You've succeeded. I can also give you a piece of news about the Pope as a bonus."

Xia Feng thought for a moment, then smiled and nodded: "Okay."

Seeing his heartless appearance, Master Miao sighed inwardly. Fortunately, the incident of Cha Naixue distancing herself from Xia Feng more than a year ago had still caused Xia Feng to harbor resentment and disregard past friendships.

Xiaoxue, it's not wrong to want to become stronger and take revenge, but your biggest mistake in this life is that you are too rational and too reliant on Naraku's schemes.

In this world, hard work and talent are important, but luck is even more important.

"You lost because of bad luck," Miao Shi said indifferently as he looked at Naraku. The white-dressed girl's soul was still slumped in the center of the living room, which was covered in limbs and blood, and she raised her head and let out a shrill scream.

Between the realms of Naraku, between heaven and hell, lies the inescapable Avici Hell.

Those who offer themselves to the Netherworld will be endlessly reincarnated in this hell until their souls disintegrate and are completely merged with the current possessor of the Netherworld.

This process takes about thirty days.

Thirty days later, Master Miao will be able to receive all the knowledge from Chanayuki.

As Miao Shi coldly regarded Naraku, Xia Feng had already picked up Chana Yuki and flew towards the spatial gate.

Fortunately, there was a gap between the spatial gate and the radiation field, so the exit passage was not completely blocked.

Otherwise, it would have been difficult for Xia Feng and his companions to leave this place.

After stepping out of the portal, Xia Feng appeared above the clouds. He glanced down and let go.

The corpse immediately accelerated its descent towards the bottom of the dark tower.

Within seconds, it plunged a kilometer away.

“Depius is not dead.” At the same time, Master Miao’s gentle voice rose gently across the heavens and earth.

Xia Feng was startled. He wasn't dead?!

"Of course, in a sense, he is indeed dead. But what I mean is, although Depp is the Pope's son, he is also the Pope's possessed body. He is, in fact, the Pope! He is dead, and the Pope, far away in the Astral Plane, should be able to sense it."

"Moreover, if he did not commit suicide but was truly killed by you, the Pope might be injured and suffer a backlash, after all, it was a wisp of his mindless spirit that he forcibly separated."

Possession? A mindless spirit? Xia Feng felt his head was spinning. So, the Pope possessed his own son?
Thinking of this, he suddenly understood something. No wonder there were rumors that Depp was a god-level genius, advancing at lightning speed, rising like a comet.
However, after several encounters, Xia Feng realized that Depp's talent seemed to be just so-so, not much better than Ye Lidongjun's.

The title of "god-level genius" is completely undeserved.

Now it seems that if he was possessed by the Pope, then it makes sense.

As the Pope, having been reborn, he possesses all the knowledge of the Spirit Robe in his mind; he was born with it, naturally appearing like a god-level genius.

As for the essence
"What is the essence?" "The area within the spiritual substance is divided into the essence and the soul, each carrying consciousness, thought, emotion, memory, and yin and yang."

Mu Qingtong had a deep understanding of souls, and thought to herself, "A soul without consciousness carries nothing; it's like a blank slate."

The birth of life begins with an unknowing, nascent essence, which gradually develops into consciousness and memory, ultimately giving rise to a soul.

Although the explanation was very detailed, Xia Feng still seemed to understand but not quite, so he asked directly, "I only have one question: if Deps is a mindless spirit possessing another body, does he have access to the Pope's original memories?"

"They are not interconnected. To achieve interconnection, one would need a 'Conscious Essence,' which is probably beyond even the capabilities of a ninth-tier Celestial God."

Mu Qingtong said calmly, "Unless you have one-tenth of my mental strength, it won't work."

Hearing this, Xia Feng was immediately relieved; it was good that they weren't communicating with each other.

Depths should be equivalent to the Pope's reincarnation-like incarnation, growing up again from infancy.

Depp has no memories or emotions of the Pope, but he may know that he was once the very powerful Black Moon Pope. Wow, isn't this just like a protagonist in a rebirth story?
Xia Feng leaned back tactically, but unfortunately, I took him down.

I hope that old Pope Deng won't come looking for trouble with me.
Wait, something's not right? Xia Feng suddenly rubbed his forehead. Depp had previously said that he was the mastermind behind the Red Moon's descent, and neither was he.
Xia Feng didn't understand what it meant back then, but now...
Clearly, the mastermind behind this is the Black Moon Pope!
Damn it, what's that old Deng up to? Xia Feng frowned. Master Miao just said the Pope is in the Astral Plane. What's he doing going to the Astral Plane?
I don't understand it for now, however...
I have to say, that old woman, Miao Shi, really knows how to spill her secrets, and she's surprisingly nice too!
Between Xia Feng and Mu Qingtong's thoughts, the corpse had already plummeted ten thousand meters away.
"As for who killed the entire Cha family, I won't say. You can guess." The woman's voice faded into the distance.

"?"

I take back what I said earlier. This old woman is no good at all, so she has to die!
Xia Feng narrowed his dark eyes and activated his Deconstruction Eye to look down at the bottom of the tower.

The snow-skirted corpse continued its rapid descent, its long hair whipping wildly. The dreamlike image behind it suddenly shattered, and the girl Miao Shi, who had been in a fantasy world, fell into reality.

She glanced up at the man high in the sky, her eyes narrowing slightly. If she could, she really wanted to kill Xia Feng to eliminate any future troubles.

But there's nothing she can do; that good-for-nothing Depp failed, and she doesn't have the strength to do so right now.

Then we'll just have to let Xia Feng and the Pope fight like dogs for now.

The thought flashed through her mind, and with a kick, she sent the corpse soaring into the air. Then she turned and swooped down even lower.

"Whoosh—" Xia Feng also quickly swooped down. When he reached the distance of the Four Symbols Formation, he instantly appeared behind Cha Naixue's corpse, grabbed her waist and hugged her while continuing to chase after Miao Shi without slowing down.

"Master Miao, do you think you can escape?!"

A man's cold, murderous voice rang out behind her. Miao Shiling glanced back and saw the man raise his hand towards her, as if he was about to launch something.

She smiled faintly, her gentle voice, tinged with sarcasm, echoing through the heavens and earth, "The mark of a slave guardian, is it? Do you really think I don't know your little scheme?"

“I discovered the slave guard mark on Chana Yuki a long time ago. The inheritance of the Naraku Realm does indeed include the slave guard mark.”

"But unfortunately, I could have chosen to inherit Naraku. I only inherited the ability to sense the mark of the slave, but the power of enslavement on it remains on Chana Yuki's corpse."

"You arrogant fool, your plan has failed."

Slave Guard Mark?

Xia Feng secretly rolled his eyes. Who wants to use that thing?

While he was internally complaining, a thought suddenly occurred to him, and he waved his hand downwards.

The Tower of Babel is almost at the height of the troposphere, nearly 20,000 meters. Miao Shizhi's agility, at the level of a Dark Sage, is indeed fast. She arrived at the bottom of the tower in no time, and Xia Feng couldn't catch up at all. She was about to rush out of the tower gate.

(End of this chapter)