I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch-Chapter 453 - 422. Dragon God, long time no see

In the darkness, Xia Feng’s hand radiated a bright rose-colored mark.

Red Spiritual Light floated in the air, spiraling into the elegant silhouette of a red dress. A fox-faced lady leaned close to Xia Feng and said in a cold, soft voice, "Master, I thought you were dead for sure."

Xia Feng flicked her forehead, "You fool, don’t curse your master."

"Oh."

Yue Hongli blinked, nudging her nose against his neck, then looked up and said, "Master, the misfortune caused by the Gui Domain hasn’t dissipated from you yet."

Using the Gui Domain to kill a thousand enemies damages oneself by eight hundred, and misfortune clings to one for a while afterward, but it’s nothing serious since he now possessed the Undying Spirit and was an existence that could not truly die.

So, if any unfortunate events did occur, at worst, he would be locked in a dark cell for three months; nothing more unfortunate than that could happen.

During his pondering, he looked at Yue Hongli.

Previously, when he had died and entered the Static Domain of the Evil River, Yue Hongli had followed him, but she couldn’t move freely like he could. Instead, her lifespan, thoughts, senses, and everything else were suspended.

Now, after being resurrected, she had followed him out, so for Yue Hongli, it seemed as though only a moment had passed before she suddenly found herself in this place from the Space-time River.

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

Outside, members of the Evil Spirit Clan were still crouching and chanting unknown prayers.

Xia Feng quickly set up the Teleportation Array and gently stroked Yue Hongli’s hair, "Little Li, I’ll be entering the Sealed Land shortly. Stay here and keep watch. If anything unusual happens, call me."

"Okay, Master."

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[Awakening Calendar Day 250]

[.....]

The woman in the star dress leaned on the Divine Throne, a thick, ancient book resting on her lap. The pages fluttered in the breeze; beyond the dates, they held no additional records.

Si lowered her eyes. Her pale, vertical pupils narrowed into thin lines. A dark-golden cross at her brow spread countless golden threads, connecting to her majestic eyes.

The eighteen pitch-black chains on the armrests of the Divine Throne still bound her entire body. Her cloud-gray soft hair faintly ignited with blood fire, and a cold, ancient aura arose from the throne. At this moment, she was like an ancient god imprisoned in hell, ready to break free from the myriad shackles from the Netherworld.

It was unknown when,

she had gotten used to the life of Believers visiting her at intervals,

looking forward to each appearance of her Believers, who would tell her about happenings in the outer world and even the prospect of leaving the Sealed Land to witness firsthand the flourishing of all races after the twilight of the gods.

Initially, she was reluctant to awaken and uninterested in dealing with this male human.

But now, even if she wanted to interact with Xia Feng, Xia Feng probably couldn’t respond to her anymore.

Three months ago,

since she noticed that the celestial body corresponding to the Believer in the Star Realm was somewhat amiss, she had been harboring hope.

Hope that the Believer would suddenly appear and respectfully stand before the Divine Rank, calling her name.

But after three months, several attempts to forcibly break through the Divine Thought shackles of the Sealed Land to extend her vision into the Sirius Domain,

that rarely seen dark Star Domain remained unchanged.

The place where Sirius disintegrated had turned into nothingness, utterly desolate.

It seemed that the Believer.... might never appear in the Sealed Land again.

She might have to continue her long sleep here for myriad years until the world approached its end and the universe tread its final path.

But she didn’t want to just fall asleep.

She had memorized the four aberrant souls who had killed the Believer, so weak and yet daring to challenge the authority of the Dragon God.

Those who anger the gods, death is their only destiny.

The woman at the Divine Throne slowly raised her divine eyes, her forehead traced with numerous holy golden patterns, her cloud-gray soft hair floating. Her aura grew intensively, and the chains behind the Divine Throne trembled wildly.

She indeed could not break the seal here.

Yet, to kill four insignificant creatures from an endless distance away with her Divine Thought was not difficult, albeit the cost would be severe injury, sinking into a ten-thousand-year slumber from which she could not awaken, and the gods would discover that she had once awoken.

However, if the Believer truly died, such a cost would be negligible.

A ten-thousand-year slumber might not be such a bad thing after all.

But Si did not act immediately.

She wanted to wait a bit longer.

Wait for an impossibility.

"Hmm?"

Something seemed to catch her attention, and the eyes of the woman at the Divine Throne moved.

With a fluctuation in space, a male human leapt out of the void.

Xia Feng looked up and met the woman’s downward gaze.

Beneath the dark golden holy patterns on her forehead, those vertical pupils burned fiercely with pale flames, as if churning with ancient Divine Power, indifferently overlooking the heavens and earth.

Xia Feng’s soul sank, feeling the chill of death—a terrifying divine fury that involuntarily evoked fear and pleas for mercy.

Yet, the next instant, this frightful aura, like defeated soldiers, retreated frantically, dissipating completely.

Above the Divine Throne and below the divine rank, the atmosphere quietly fell into silence.

Xia Feng swallowed, respectfully bowed, blinked, and looked up with a sunny smile, baring his teeth, "Dragon God, long time no see."

Si: "..."

Her floating cloud-gray soft hair fell, the flickering blood-red color also quietly faded, and the root-like golden patterns on her forehead receded like the tide, returning to the dark golden cross mark embellishing her brow.

Si lowered her eyelids, slowly closed the heavy book on her lap, and it dissipated into Spiritual Light.

As she retracted her Divine Power and suppressed the thought of breaking the seal, the eighteen chains behind her from Fengdu also quietly crumbled, as if they had never existed.

The Divine Throne and the woman at the Divine Throne returned to normal in an instant, indistinguishable from when Xia Feng had visited this place before.

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

Si looked up, her voice calm, "Quite well."

"Oh, that’s good."

Xia Feng nodded, but then hesitated slightly, "Then, what was just now?"

The space fell into a brief silence.

"I sensed your death."

Si spoke calmly and lightly, "After all, as my sole Believer, your death is undoubtedly a challenge to the Dragon God, and thus I was prepared to pay the price of slumber to execute those four heretics."

Hearing Evil Dragon Miss’s words, Xia Feng’s heart jumped with shock.

That was close. Fortunately, he had come here right after his resurrection; otherwise, to kill four trivial foes and cause Evil Dragon Miss to fall into a ten-thousand-year slumber again would truly be a loss beyond worth.

However, what surprised Xia Feng even more was that Evil Dragon Miss could actually know who killed him? And even target them while still under seal?

"My Believer, once again you have broken your promise. I need a reasonable explanation," Si eyed him sternly.

Three months ago, after helping the Believer settle the Evil Clan and Human Race enemies and accepting the challenge of the Evil Witch, the Believer had said he would come to see her soon.

But this ’soon,’ unexpectedly, took a full three months.