I'm bound to the World-Destroying Witch

Chapter 916. Using someone's head as a foot basin!

The gray boundary, above the star.

The dazzling spherical light of the star reflected into the divine star's pupil.

A hint of doubt flashed across Zhou Yinxing's narrowed eyes.

"What does this demon grunt want?"

As a grain of time soil transformed into a ray of light, a black-robed figure shrouded in purple mist reached out from the very center of the star core and grasped the wispy rays of light in front of him into his palm.

The wisps of mist gathered, condensing into a sliver of sunlight, which quickly traveled up the black-robed man's palm and into his brow.

Instantly, wave after wave of heat rose from between his eyebrows, spreading outwards and exploding, engulfing the entire star.

Zhou Yin finally understood: this guy was going to achieve an S-level Dao Fruit on the spot?!

"Hehe~ That's a once-in-a-millennium event."

Throughout his life, Zhou Yin had seen many jokes, but he had to admit that none of his past experiences could compare to the joy he felt at the sight before him.

It's hard to imagine that someone would dare to choose to achieve an S-level Dao Fruit under such circumstances.

Although the time required to attain the Dao Fruit is not as long as that required to comprehend the Spirit Robe, it does not take as many years.

However, it's not something that can be accomplished in a mere fifteen minutes.

Moreover, it is an S-level Dao Fruit. Even with the talent of a god-level genius, it would take at least a day to condense a Dao Fruit. And for the sake of certainty, it is more likely that only sages in the second or even third or fourth cycle can do it.

The demon soldiers before me are not only not reincarnation cultivators who have fallen from the Sage realm, but their spiritual pressure is also only at the Venerable One realm.

Choosing S-rank for the second fruit of one's cultivation is tantamount to suicide.

"Year, do you still want to continue? You use the sacred ritual to create the light of time, but all of this light of time will be absorbed by the demons." Zhou Yin's deep, twilight voice rang out.

After a moment of silence, the childish voice finally returned, unconcerned, "It's alright. Once the demons fail, the light of time will naturally reappear."

"but."

As she spoke, the child chuckled softly, as if she had seen some kind of cool toy, "The demons are really fun, they're even more daring madmen than Huang Ye."

Upon hearing this name, a cold glint flashed across Zhou Yin's face. He shook his head and said indifferently, "It's a pity that only a madman can be called a genius after he succeeds. One such genius is enough."

Astral Realm, Three Sacred Star Regions.

The entire star field was shrouded in a giant clock, with a mysterious figure suspended in the very center.

A blazing white ball of fire hovered in the palm of Shenying's right hand; upon closer inspection, it could be seen to be a miniature star.

At the very center of a star's core, time and space are also transforming into sunlight.

The blazing sun hangs in His palm, His calm gaze seems to pierce through endless time and space, looking down into the endless distance.

In the present-day star, there is also an uninvited guest, a black cat, who also uses the Ember Sun Divine Domain. However, this black cat is obviously not as crazy as the demons and did not choose to absorb the S-level Dao Fruit of the Year Light.

The black cat seemed to have accepted its inevitable death and given up struggling. Its paws slid left and right in the starlight, playing around, utterly bored.

Therefore, even though the interesting demon in the Gray Realm Star was countless times more interesting than Huang Ye, and he successfully achieved results within fifteen minutes, it was still in vain.

After all, to disrupt the sacred ritual, it would be necessary to destroy at least two world stars simultaneously.

The possibility of achieving something this bizarre is even lower than Huang Ye kneeling and begging for mercy while crying.

Moreover, the demons are destined to fail. Normally, to achieve an S-rank Dao Fruit, one must first become a Dark Sage, then resolve one's A-rank status, merge it with one's own body, and retrace the path of the Venerable. Only then will it be possible to condense an S-rank Dao Fruit during the second ascension to the Saint Realm.

Choosing to condense an S-rank fruit during the first ascension to the Saint Realm has a failure rate as high as 99%, and a mortality rate exceeding 95%. Condensing an S-rank fruit during the fourth ascension to the Venerable Realm is certain death.

Not to mention advancing to the third rank of Venerable, or even the second rank.
These rules are absolute laws summarized since the age of gods, and no one can break or violate them, not even god-level geniuses.

Of course, anything is possible. Ten thousand years ago, there was a man named Huang Ye, who was hailed as the greatest person in history. He chose an S-level Dao Fruit when he first advanced to the Saint Realm.

He succeeded, but was also severely injured and nearly died as a result.

This was the only exception.

At this moment, the demons chose to achieve an S-level Dao Fruit upon advancing to the second level of the Venerable Realm, a heaven-defying act that even Huang Ye back then would never have dared to do.

Whether this was against the will of Heaven or not, Mu Qingtong didn't know, but at this moment, she really wanted to do something against the will of Heaven.

For example, chop off Mr. Xia's head and use it as a foot basin!
How dare this guy!

On the surface, he summoned her to join him in battle, but in his heart, all he could think about was the Pale Dragon God.

"damn thing."

Within her cool, beautiful eyes, the eternally unchanging icy pool cracked with fiery patterns, and surging, boiling mist rose from its depths. It was the blazing sun hidden beneath the pool about to explode and rise into the sky, annihilating this world!
"Buzz—!!!!" Layer upon layer of fiery waves exploded from between her brows, and the rare spiritual materials surrounding her body transformed into streams of spiritual energy, converging towards her brows, merging with the light of time, and guiding the laws of heaven and earth.

Tingling.

It was a sense of despair born from the most extreme pain in the world, which started from between her eyebrows and quickly spread to her heart, or perhaps from her heart and went straight to between her eyebrows; she could no longer tell.

The pain spread throughout my body, as if I were being tortured in an infernal hell, giving rise to boundless thoughts of self-destruction.

In the ever-burning inferno that can destroy any concept, death may be the best option.

Mu Qingtong is fearless of death; in her childhood, she even had the crazy idea of ​​trying to experience what death felt like.

But for some reason, at this moment, she really didn't want to die.

She has to live, and then.
Using someone's head as a foot basin!!

If one were to attain an S-level Dao Fruit when advancing from Venerable Two to Venerable Three, it might be much easier.

Attempting to form an S-level Dao Fruit at the Venerable Realm was indeed unusually difficult, but even she experienced unprecedented enjoyment.

If philosophy could be generalized like mathematical theorems, then one of them would surely be: the more difficult something is, the more interesting it becomes.

For intelligent beings, overcoming hardship can bring a sense of accomplishment and superiority, and this feeling of satisfaction is directly proportional to the degree of difficulty.

However, most intelligent beings are afraid of difficulties and are destined to miss out on the many joys of the world.

There is indeed much joy in this world!
"damn thing!"

Her bewitching silver hair danced wildly with the flames, and in her clear, beautiful eyes, her golden pupils had burned into a pair of holy and boundless blazing suns. Like thousands of spiritual materials hanging in the sky, they rapidly disintegrated, and the starlight flowed back, surging wildly into the silver-haired witch's brow!
Faintly visible between his brows were white-gold holy sun marks.

Beneath the hidden mask, her exquisitely beautiful and serene face grew ever more serene, yet the corners of her eyes possessed a bewitching, demonic allure.

"Crack—" The Holy Sun Mark cracked, revealing traces of light, and seemed about to dissipate.

The result was not easy; we have only passed the first hurdle.

(End of this chapter)