I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch
Chapter 642 - 642: 610. Xia Feng.... have you fallen in love with her?

This unprecedented, bizarre phenomenon not only caught the attention of the Star Phenomena Bureau.

The entire Present Realm, and even the Evil Realm.

All the still active ancient and mysterious existences turned their gaze to that distant Star Realm.

On the pinnacle of a majestic snow mountain on Burning Heaven Island,

Snowflakes filled the sky. A Goddess dressed in a luxurious golden skirt and draped in fox fur stood with her hands behind her back, a rose-gold halo suspended behind her, her majestic and beautiful eyes looking towards the Star Realm.

"Sirius, huh..."

The Golden-skirted Goddess murmured softly. Five months ago, Xia Feng was deemed by the Empire to be the star that would lead to the world's destruction and was killed in an encirclement.

How ridiculous. Little Feng was her brother, did she not understand him?

How could Little Feng possibly be the star that would lead to the world's destruction!

Gong Changyi's eyes, always softly curved like crescent moons, were cold as millennia-old ice as she quietly gazed in the direction of the Empire.

However, she wouldn't mind becoming that—the star that would destroy the Empire.

She thought she was about to reunite with Little Feng, never to be separated again, but unexpectedly, because of the so-called Sirius, everything changed five months ago.

Until today, there was still no sign of Little Feng's resurrection.

For her, Gong Changyi,

The essence of life was the constant loss of others.

And when she lost what she cherished and held dear, it was time to retaliate—eye for an eye, blood for blood!

A hundredfold revenge!

"Empire—" Gong Changyi's gaze toward the north was tranquil, deep and seemingly unfathomably hollow, her thoughts unknown.

...

Meanwhile.

In the extreme north of the Empire, there was an ancient Divine Mountain as towering as the heavens, called Qitian Sacred Mountain, nestled among the great wilderness of the universe.

Halfway up the mountain, a divinely handsome man with hair like flaming gold ascended toward the mountain peak. His demeanor suggested that all beings from the ancient times to the present day would submit to him.

He was known as Huang Ye, who at that moment also subconsciously turned around, gazing deeply at the starry sky.

...

Empire, somewhere in a dark and secluded space.

A throne built of fresh blood merged into the darkness, with a mysterious being sitting upon it.

Disheveled and pale hair cascaded down the back, and a menacing Nuom mask on the face suddenly lifted.

"Hehe~"

A low, wicked chuckle resonated through the space, then gradually quieted down.

...

Endless Nether Sea, seabed.

A bronze coffin covered in verdigris and moss was chained in the middle of the seafloor with nine Law Chains.

'Click~'

The coffin's lid slightly opened, creaking and groaning as it shifted downwards.

Inside lay a stunningly beautiful and icy woman with silver hair and golden eyes, bearing a six-to-seven resemblance to Mu Qingtong.

He Jianzhu's eyes slowly opened, a trace of puzzlement flashing through her gentle, curved pupils.

According to the future she had seen and the plans she had made, there indeed would be two Sirii in the Star Realm.

One was her, the other was Xia Feng.

But now, among these Sirii, she did not feel any connection to Sirius, herself.

That was unreasonable.

Among the Sirii... why was she not included?

She was the original, but due to some reasons, she was temporarily unable to receive the Diversion Body's memories, nor could she know what had happened in the outer world over these years.

She was even more unaware if the various contingencies she had left in the past had been perfectly implemented.

Xia Feng... had he been bound to her, fallen in love with her?

...

Deep within the dark forest.

The moonlight was hazy.

A black crow flapped its wings, drifting down onto the tall treetop, its narrow green pupils slightly squinting as it looked out at the star-studded night sky.

A mature female voice with a commanding tone softly sighed, "A demon is born, an age of great strife."

...

Beneath the World Tree, in the Sealed Land,

A woman in a star-patterned dress sat with dignity, occasionally biting the feather of the pen between her teeth as she pondered, then scribbling and drawing in the Dragon God's Diary.

Suddenly, she paused, her pale, vertical pupils looking upwards as if piercing through the barrier of the Seal, with 22 burning stars reflected in her majestic and divine eyes.

"This witch, even for such a trivial matter as Ascension, she has to involve her believers?"

The woman's eyebrows furrowed slightly, feeling that the 22 Sirius stars were as blinding as the sun and causing her mind to swell with irritation.

If it weren't for the existence of the Eighth Life, she would have never tolerated the witch's audacity.

The pen drew straight lines on the paper, then abruptly stopped.

The woman took a deep breath, poked the paper forcefully with her pen twice, and pressed her lips together, "This bad believer."

It seemed that this bad believer had completely tossed aside the Divine Lord they were supposed to serve loyally.

So many days had passed without the slightest intention of entering the Sealed Land to serve the Divine Lord!

Unfaithful, disrespectful, dishonest!

Truly detestable!

Below the star-patterned dress, her delicate feet rubbed softly against the pale tail tip, her bewitching yet dignified face expressionless as she frowned at the diary on her lap.

After a long contemplation,

She began to write again, listing the various sins of the believer and the 108 punitive measures she intended to apply the next time the believer came for an audience.

...

In Litian City, at the Sky Fortress,

A young man with heterochromia sat in a wheelchair, lazily resting his handsome face on his palm, his eyes condescendingly sweeping the scene:

"Gu Xun dead, the Sumeru King's Order lost, nearly a thousand Spirit Masters robbed of their Spiritual Base—Kunmu, is this your answer to me?"

"Mr. Dongjun..." the tall, thin man prostrated on the ground, trembling with fear, yet dared not move an inch, his voice hoarse, "I am guilty and willing to accept military punishment!"

The atmosphere was deadly silent for a full thirty seconds.

Sword Heart stood behind the young man in the wheelchair, speaking calmly, "Sir, the truth is that Gu Xun concealed the actual outcome of the ritual and broke the agreement first. Kunmu was far weaker than Gu Xun and was caught off guard and rendered unconscious in a surprise attack—it's somewhat forgivable."

"And now, with the Holy Resolution Ceremony imminent, we truly are short on manpower."

Upon hearing Sword Heart's words from behind, the young man in the wheelchair nodded and glanced disdainfully at the subordinate who was nearly wetting himself from fear, saying indifferently,

"Alright, since He Jianzhu has pleaded for you, get up."

Kunmu let out a sigh of relief and stood up, casting a grateful look at Sword Heart.

Sword Heart remained indifferent, standing calmly behind the young man in the wheelchair, without saying anything.

The second step of the shameful event was coming, which involved making the puppet Xia Feng and Lady Lei Ya simulate He Huan, witnessed in person by Mr. Dongjun, to bring about extreme humiliation.

To completely lift the curse of the Spirit of Shame with eight eyes and obtain the Dragon Heart Flame,

it was crucial to ensure that not a single mistake occurred during this process.

As for Gu Xun's death, it was exactly what she wanted.

Had Gu Xun truly succeeded, he would have adhered to the agreement to help Mr. Dongjun capture the puppet Xia Feng, which would have definitely affected the implementation of her plan for humiliation.

She had planned to deal with Gu Xun herself secretly, but unexpectedly, Gu Xun was taken care of by two mysterious figures.

It was just a pity that such a precious artifact as the Sumeru King's Order was taken by those same people, a substantial loss.

But for now, she could only put aside the matter of the Sumeru King's Order and focus on completing the plan for humiliation.

"Thud, thud—"

The young man with heterochromia tapped his knuckles on the armrest of the wheelchair and looked towards another subordinate in the shadows, saying in a deep voice, "Has the Dragon Cultivation Fruit been found?"

From the shadows, a brawny man with a bare upper body and two meters in height stepped forward, his thick eyebrows furrowed, with his face sharp as a knife's edge.

He, too, was one of the Six Guards.

An axe man appeared holding a precious box in his hands, within which lay a crystalline red fruit etched with dragon patterns.

The Dragon Cultivation Fruit had the potential to further evolve the bloodline of two Half-Dragons who had not fully awakened their heritage during mating.

If one of the Half-Dragons had the ability to "Dragon Transform," then the other Half-Dragon could also evolve to possess the Dragon Transformation ability while mating.