I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch

According to the original plan of Business, it was to make Lord Yeli Dong become the ninth seat, then erase Lord Yeli Dong's consciousness and turn him into a living Dragon Puppet, thereby participating in the Sumeru Battle as a Dragon Puppet.

Unfortunately, this pawn of Lord Yeli Dong encountered an unexpected accident and was gnawed to death by a mysterious rat.

The plan was thus disrupted, and he couldn't participate in the Sumeru Battle personally.

Fortunately, Jinyang Tian, the young man truly valued by him, did not encounter any accidents and could continue with the original plan.

Jinyang Tian's talent was not only approved by him, but even Huang Ye had once praised his exceptional talents.

As long as he encounters some opportunities and with the personal guidance of Business, Jinyang Tian achieving the rank of True God is almost a certainty.

Because of this,

This young man is also one of the strongest candidates to become the second Pillar Country.

The civil war within the Empire three thousand years ago left the second Gate Pillar in name only, but the property left behind by the second Gate Pillar had never had a proper division scheme decided upon. The seven major powers quarreled for three thousand years, dragging the matter for exactly three thousand years, until the parliament pushed for a resolution to rebuild the second Gate Pillar.

Quite laughable indeed.

Business knew that the seven major powers wanted to control the second Gate Pillar to increase their control and voice over the Empire.

Let them be.

Neither Huang Ye nor he ever cared much about worldly power.

They have higher goals.

The dark golden pupils of Business narrowed into pins, staring at the Divine Hall under the starry sky, reflecting the eternal night unchanged for millennia in his eyes,

"Your Majesty, through the ages, the world is unpredictable. Did you ever foresee today's predicament?"

Apocalypse Temple.

At the end of the Divine Rank, outside the towering golden gate capable of holding up to heaven, stood the Apocalypse Knight leaning on his sword, his expression indifferent, quietly staring at the middle-aged man on the distant cliff.

Although he showed no emotional response, his gaze never left the middle-aged man, and the giant sword in his hand faintly emanated golden threads rippling like water waves dispersing into the air.

Clearly, he was ready for a divine battle at any time.

Meanwhile, the heavy heart thought seeped through the gap behind the door, spreading into the temple, respectfully saying, "Your Majesty, that child seems not to have completed the mission you entrusted."

The temple was dark, with only the lonely gilded high-backed Divine Throne faintly emitting light from the distant layers of steps.

The woman dressed in the Dark Gold Emperor's Robe leaned her elbow on the armrest, supporting her delicate jaw as if in a light slumber.

Hearing Texius's words, she slowly lifted her closed eyes in silence, not responding.

As Business said, she was now deeply entrenched in a dilemma, and although she had repeatedly stressed the seriousness of the situation to Xia Feng, pinning all hopes on this believer,

whether Xia Feng could truly seize the Jinyang Divine Domain was something she was not confident about at all.

Through the memories of the main body, she naturally knew of the believer's numerous trump cards and extraordinary means, with extremely high perception and talent.

But the believer faced eight beings from the Holy Realm, with even half retracing the Venerable Path.

Ensuring one's safety surrounded by such a pack of wolves and seizing the Jinyang Divine Domain was undoubtedly of extraordinary difficulty.

But she knew, Xia Feng had already done his best.

Through the Pale Seal, she could clearly perceive the intense fluctuations of Xia Feng's Spiritual Body, seemingly undergoing an extreme pain.

That kind of pain she was very familiar with, it was the pain from the Sealed Land....

Sealing Power!

And as time passed, this pain became increasingly similar, continuing to deepen.

"What exactly... is this guy doing..." The Emperor's woman subconsciously sat up, her thin eyebrows knitted together, with an ever-stronger sense of unease in her heart.

Only a physically robust Dragon Clan like her could withstand the Sealing Power; Xia Feng, a mere member of the Human Race, enduring such pain is no different from seeking death.

In fact, seeking death might even be a relief.

Sealing Power can make any Star God of the Human Race live in agony.

"Buzz——Buzz——!" The smooth back of the hand covered by half a white scale raised, upon which the Pale Seal appeared, its flickering speed increasing until it entered a state of being constantly lit, appearing as perpetually bright.

This indicated that the believer's will had reached the earthly limit, about to face consciousness's collapse and annihilation, to fall into eternal sleep.

Such a consciousness eradication might prevent even revival methods from awakening him because such extreme pain would make his consciousness develop a subconscious self-protection mechanism, unwilling to wake again.

The Empress Skirt Woman stared intently at the Seal on the back of her hand, her pupils unbeknownst to when already narrowed into pins, seemingly giving birth to fear amid her aloof indifference.

Fear that the Seal would suddenly shatter, turning into nothing.

Fortunately, the Seal did not shatter; instead, its brightness grew higher and higher.

This indicated that the believer was still holding on.

Every extra second was torment.

She did not understand....

"Why, so desperately....."

Is it for me?

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Sealed Land.

The majestic and desolate World Tree remained unchanged, with the massive dragon skull left as a skeleton held high with authority, the unquenching Gray Fire fiercely surrounding the high-backed Divine Throne below.

However, unlike before, the silhouette of the Star-skirted Woman was absent from the throne today.

The Sealed Land remained silent and bleak.

Yet, beneath the Divine Rank.

A white-haired woman was pinned on the central ground by a sword body constructed of Pale Thunder, her lower half serpent-shaped, like a mermaid pierced through the heart by a harpoon, suspended in mid-air, staring at the sky and the cold white serpent eyes full of fear and resentment.

She was Bai Suxi, one of the Bone-faced Evil Gods Xia Feng captured when fleeing the Evil Realm's Evil Demon Sea, using her as leverage against 'Zhe.'

There were two Bone-faced Evil Gods, Zhe and Bai Suxi.

Bai Suxi had been captured for nearly half a year, during which she lived in constant fear, as the one on the throne would repeatedly peel off one of her ice snake scales to refine, suppressing the procreation desire.

Her scales were a natural treasure, suppressing desire and slight pain, a perfect antidote for the woman on the throne.

Aside from refining her scales, the woman on the throne's daily routine seemed monotonous, either staring into space or reading that nearly tattered thick book, occasionally jotting and sketching on it.

When extremely bored, she would stand before the fridge below the Divine Rank, a lone dragon, standing motionless for three days and nights.

That fridge seemed to have previously stored some human dessert, leaving residual aromas.

In any case, the being on the throne daily did just these four things, remaining uninterested in sleep despite the endless boredom.

Evidently, only by sleeping could she better suppress the procreation desire and the pain brought by the sealing.

Yet she insisted on peeling the snake scales, even using Divine Power to help her realm restore the snake scales, just to peel them off again....

Undoubtedly, this great existence had gone mad after being sealed here for ten thousand years! Mad!!

Just as right now.