I'm bound to the World-Destroying Witch

Chapter 834. The Mysterious Gate of the Heavenly Revelation Temple shall be opened today!

Jin Yangtian might grasp the basic structure in 29 days, but to be on the safe side, Xia Feng believes that Miss Mu needs to be summoned within 25 days.

It's now the 16th day, with 9 days left.

We need to hurry!
In addition to having Yue Hongli search for the Ash Stone, he also had his clone rush back to the 'Divine Sun Canyon'. If the main body failed to knock on the Heavenly Gate, he would have the clone seize the 'Ashes Sun Divine Domain Spirit Paper' to forcibly trigger the self-destruct mechanism of the Divine Sun Seal!
We'll annihilate the Ember Sun Divine Realm completely, and no one will ever get it!

Especially Jin Yangtian and Jin Shiyin, if the forces they represent were to obtain the Jinyang Divine Domain, the Dragon God VIII would be finished.

However, destroying the Ember Sun Divine Realm is merely a temporary, short-sighted solution; the spirit paper will be reborn elsewhere. Therefore, Xia Feng will only implement this plan as a last resort.

As he pondered, he arrived at the foot of the Golden Mountain Range. Looking up at the towering peaks, the steps to heaven seemed incredibly distant and impossible to climb.

The concept of the Nine Heavens Tribulation is locked, targeting the origin of the soul. It makes no difference whether one uses the main body or a clone to knock on the Heavenly Gate; if the clone dies, the main body also dies.

Therefore, Xia Feng can use more methods if he comes in his true form.

However, just as he unleashed the Giant Light Form of Musashi Tengu and accelerated into the sky, his entire body seemed to be loaded with the weight of a thunderbolt, and suddenly sank.

When he forcefully broke through the clouds and landed on the first level of the Heavenly Stairs, the Radiant Golden Heavenly Stairs instantly transformed into liquid lightning paste that flowed over his ankles. Every single electric ion, like a marrow-eating beetle, scurried up his leg bones and nerves, gnawing at his spine and even his nerve endings. Xia Feng could even hear the explosive sound of his bone marrow boiling.

The terrifying pain shot straight to his nerves, and Xia Feng groaned. His leg muscles instinctively tried to retreat from the Heavenly Staircase, but he managed to hold back.

The mechanism of the Nine Heavens Tribulation is very simple: it simulates the most extreme pain in the world to stop intruders. The higher the intruder's spiritual pressure and mental strength, the better the effect of resisting this pain.

Xia Feng possessed high spiritual power, but his spiritual pressure was only at the Venerable One level, barely enough to withstand the erosion of the Extreme Nine Heavens Tribulation.

"Boom—!!" Thunderclouds began to gather, and countless dense bolts of lightning fell.

Amidst the deafening roar of thunder and the shrieks of three million dead souls, these sounds spun like rusty nails in his cochlea, shattering his last understanding of the concept of 'silence.' His mind was filled with nothing but a cacophony of countless fragmented human voices, animal sounds, and natural noises, as if the sounds of all things were surging into his brain, swelling to the point of explosion! His eyes were bloodshot and contorted, his face contorted in a grotesque grimace.

This was only the first ordeal, yet the pain was already unbearable for him.

At the same time, Xia Feng also realized that this so-called simulated extreme pain in the world was actually the sealing power of Miss Evil Dragon.

For the past ten thousand years, Miss Evil Dragon has been enduring this kind of pain.

And this is only the mildest form of pain.

Xia Feng took a deep breath, lifted his foot, and stepped onto the second step.

"Sizzle—!!" A thunder dragon appeared amidst the clouds, plunging the world into darkness.

The black-robed man's mask shattered as he ascended into the sky, the spades scattered, revealing a pair of once-cold, dark eyes that reflected nine layers of thunderstorms, each lightning bolt etching an unhealable crack in his retina.

The world shattered into a million prisms in his eyes!

"Snap!" His pupils and the whites of his eyes seemed to be pierced instantly, leaving only lightning snakes roaring wildly in his eye sockets. He spat out a mouthful of blood, and without hesitation, he raised his foot again and stepped onto the third step!
"boom--!!!"

The world seemed to collapse, and Xia Feng lost all senses.

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empire.

A thousand miles west of the Temple of Apocalypse lies a precipice of broken cliffs.

Amidst swirling mist, a middle-aged man in a black and gold robe stood with his hands behind his back at the edge of the cliff. The man was merely a phantom, his face indistinct, except for his vertical, crimson-gold pupils, resembling a dragon.

He seemed to have been standing there for a long time, his long robes billowing in the wind, gazing indifferently at the magnificent temple beneath the eastern starry sky.

But at this moment.

Behind him, a dark vortex swirled and quietly coalesced into a hunched, white-haired old man.

The old man's hands, exposed outside his robe, were withered like dry branches. He leaned on a wooden sparrow-head cane, and his upper face was covered with a gray sparrow mask, revealing only half of his scarred lower face.

The middle-aged man didn't turn around, but spoke in a cold voice, "It's been almost two months now, and neither Jin Yangtian nor Jin Shiyin has returned to the mortal realm. Is your mother deceiving me? Hmm?"

The divine sound was as deafening and magnificent as the tolling of a bell.

The cliff and the mountain range below the clouds swayed slightly.

The old man, Gray Sparrow, remained completely unaffected. His back was hunched, and his hands were clasped together, firmly pressing on the end of his wooden cane. His voice was hoarse and deep: "Your Majesty, the Pillar of State, please calm down."

"The information we at Sparrow God Mountain have is absolutely accurate; there will definitely be a way to return to the mortal realm during the Battle of Sumeru. The only question is whether the divine genius appointed by Your Majesty can truly seize the Ember Sun Divine Realm?"

"If the Divine Realm Spirit Paper falls into the hands of the Black Moon Pope or the Burning Heaven Evil Child, then all of this will be in vain."

The old man Gray Sparrow said calmly, "The Black Moon Pope has been unusually active for the past few thousand years and is unwilling to cooperate with us. He obviously has his own plans. Not to mention the rebels in Burning Heaven, they are unlikely to help us succeed."

"If Your Majesty's cultivated god-level genius cannot compete with the Pope and Tu Lin, the plan against Empress Tianwu may fail before it even begins. Heh heh~"

The old man's voice was hoarse, and his laughter was somewhat cold and low.

"Defeat?" Shang Jue remained indifferent, showing no emotional fluctuation. As long as the information from Que Shen Mountain was accurate, his plan would not fail.

Jin Yangtian, this young genius whom He personally nurtured, will also perfectly execute the tasks assigned to him.

As he pondered, Shang Jue seemed to sense something and raised his hand to look at the clear blue light in his palm.

The azure nebula swirls within, like a miniature universe compressing three thousand small worlds. Twelve crescent moons hang suspended in the eternal night, each star trail inscribed with ancient and mysterious runes.

The next moment, the crescent moon in the very center cracked open with spiderweb-like bloodstains, and the ball of light was instantly stained with blood at the center point, turning it into scarlet.

The Sumeru Realm and the present world are completely isolated from information transmission, but information can be transmitted through some indirect means.

For example, when this mark of light changes from blue to red, it means that Jin Yangtian is about to successfully seize the Jin Yang Divine Realm. Before long, the Jin Yang Divine Realm will be teleported out, and preparations for the conquest of the Emperor can begin.

"Second Master Mo, go back and inform your master."

"The mysterious gate of the Heavenly Revelation Temple shall be opened today!" Shang Jue casually dispersed the ball of light, and as his sleeves billowed, a galaxy seemed to hang upside down, his voice like the striking of a bell in the heavens.

The old man, Gray Sparrow, was taken aback; he hadn't expected news to come so quickly.
"To be able to obtain the spirit paper even with the participation of the Imperial Concubine, this god-level genius truly does not disappoint."

He uttered a hoarse word of praise, and his hunched figure transformed into black mist, swirling back into a vortex before shrinking and disappearing without a trace.

(End of this chapter)