I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch

Jinyang Tian might understand the fundamental structure in 29 days. To be safe, Xia Feng thinks Miss Mu needs to be summoned within 25 days.

Now it's the 16th day, with 9 days left.

Must hurry!

Besides having Yue Hongli search for Ember Stone, he also sends his avatar to rush back to the 'Divine Sun Canyon'. If his main body fails to breach the Heavenly Gate, the avatar will seize the 'Jinyang Divine Domain Spirit Paper', forcibly triggering the self-destruct mechanism of the Divine Sun Seal!

Directly obliterating the Jinyang Divine Domain so no one can obtain it!

Especially those two, Jinyang Tian and Jin Shiyin. If the forces behind them acquire the Jinyang Divine Domain, the Dragon God Eighth Generation would be doomed.

However, destroying the Jinyang Divine Domain would only be a temporary measure, akin to drinking poison to quench thirst. The Spirit Paper will regenerate elsewhere. Therefore, Xia Feng will only execute this plan as a last resort.

As he pondered, he arrived at the foot of the Golden Mountain Range, looking up at the towering heights. The Sky-reaching Stairs seemed unimaginably far and impossible to climb.

The operation of the Extreme Nine Heavens Tribulation targets the soul's origin. Whether the main body or avatar attempts the Heavenly Gate, the result is the same: if the avatar dies, the main body dies as well.

Thus, Xia Feng came in person to maximize his means.

However, as soon as he unleashed the giant light form of Miyamoto Tengu, accelerating skyward, his entire body felt weighed down by the mass of thunder, sinking abruptly.

Upon breaching the clouds and landing on the first layer of the Heaven Rank, the gold Heaven Rank turned to liquid thunder magma, flowing past his ankles. Each ion of electricity crawled up his leg bones to his spine and nerve endings, like a voracious beetle, and he could even hear the bubbling of his marrow.

The excruciating pain reached his nerves, and Xia Feng let out a grunt, his leg muscles reflexively wanting to retreat from the Heaven Rank, but luckily, he managed to hold on.

The mechanics of the Extreme Nine Heavens Tribulation are simple; it simulates the world's most extreme pain to repel intruders. The higher the intruder's Spiritual Pressure and spiritual power, the better they withstand the pain.

Xia Feng's spiritual power is high, but his Spiritual Pressure is at the Venerable One level, barely holding off the erosion of the Extreme Nine Heavens Tribulation.

"Boom——!!" Thunderclouds began to gather, releasing countless dense electric rains.

The roar of Heavenly Thunder was interlaced with the screeching of three million souls, these sounds like rusty nails revolving in his ears, shattering his last understanding of 'silence'. His mind was left with a cacophony of faint voices of humans, beasts, and nature, flooding his brain until it felt ready to burst! His eyes became bloodshot and scarlet, vicious and terrifying.

This was only the first trial of pain, yet it already made him feel unbearable anguish.

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

For thousands of years, Evil Dragon Miss has been enduring such agony.

And this was still the mildest of pains.

Xia Feng exhaled a breath and stepped onto the second step.

"Crackle——!!" Thunder Dragon lurked in the clouds, the world lost its color.

The black-robed man's mask shattered, Black Spade scattered, revealing a pair of cold and sharp dark eyes, reflecting nine layers of Thunderstorm. Every flash of lightning etched indelible cracks on his retina.

The world fractured into a myriad of prisms in his vision!

"Snap!" His pupils and whites seemed to pierce instantly, leaving only thunder serpents rampaging in his eye sockets. He vomited scarlet blood, without hesitation, lifted his foot again, and fiercely stepped onto the third step!

"Boom——!!!"

The world seemed to shatter, Xia Feng lost all perception.

*

Empire.

Thousands of miles west of the Apocalypse Temple, there is a broken sky cliff.

Amidst the clouds, a middle-aged man in a black-gold robe stood on the cliff's edge with arms behind his back.

The man was merely a vague projection, his face also indistinct, only his vertical dragon-like pupils were crimson.

He seemed to have been standing there for a long time, his robes fluttering in the wind, gazing at the majestic temple beneath the eastern starry sky with indifferent eyes.

At that moment.

A black vortex silently formed behind him, gradually coalescing into a hunched old white-haired figure.

The elder's hands, exposed outside his robes, shriveled like dead branches, leaned on a wooden sparrow's head cane, with a gray sparrow mask covering his upper face, leaving only a scar-laden lower face visible.

The middle-aged man did not turn around, only speaking indifferently, "It has been over two months now. Whether it's Jinyang Tian or Jin Shiyin, neither has returned to the Present Realm. Is your mother trying to deceive my king? Hmm?"

His Divine Sound resounded like a grand bell, echoing in the ears.

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

The Grey Sparrow Elder was not affected in the slightest, hunched over, hands firmly crossed over the top of the wooden cane, speaking in a hoarse voice, "Your Majesty, please be patient."

"The information from Sparrow God Mountain will not be wrong, there is sure to be a way to return to the Present Realm during the Sumeru Battle. The only question is whether the Divine-level genius appointed by Your Majesty can truly seize the Jinyang Divine Domain?"

"If the Spirit Paper of the Divine Domain is taken by the Black Moon Pope or the Burning Heaven Evil Son, then all is for naught."

The Grey Sparrow Elder said blandly, "The Black Moon Pope has been abnormally active for thousands of years, unwilling to ally with us, clearly having his own plans. As for the rebels of Burning Heaven, they are unlikely to help us succeed."

"If the Divine-level genius nurtured by Your Majesty is outmatched by the Pope and Tu Lin, then the strategy against the Tianwu Empress may end in failure even before it begins, haha~"

The elder's voice was hoarse, and his laughter was chillingly low.

"Failure?" Business's indifferent expression showed no emotional fluctuations. As long as Sparrow God Mountain's information was correct, his plan would not fail.

The young genius, Jinyang Tian, personally cultivated by him, would flawlessly execute the assigned task.

As Business pondered, sensing something, he raised his hand to look at the azure light sphere in his palm.

The vibrant blue star cloud flowed within, seemingly compressing a miniature universe of three thousand small worlds, with twelve crescent moons suspended in eternal night. Each star path was engraved with ancient divine scripts.

The next moment, the central crescent moon cracked with web-like blood marks, the light sphere was instantly stained with a central dot of crimson, turning scarlet.

The Sumeru Realm and Present Realm are isolated from all information transmission, but indirect methods can serve to convey information.

For instance, this light sphere marked turning from blue to red indicates Jinyang Tian is about to successfully seize the Jinyang Divine Domain and soon bring it forth to prepare for the imperial conquest.

"Mo Er, return to inform your master."

"Today, the Mystic Gate of the Apocalypse Temple shall open!" Business casually dismissed the light sphere. With a flick of his sleeve, the star river inverted, his voice resonated like a celestial bell.

The Grey Sparrow Elder was momentarily stunned, not expecting news so soon,

"Having the Spirit Paper seized even with Her Imperial Highness involved, this Divine-level genius truly does not disappoint."

He rasped a word of praise, his hunched figure transformed into black mist, swirling into a vortex, shrinking from sight.