I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch

"Boom——!!"

A ripping thunder echoed through the heavens and earth.

The World Tree that pierced the sky trembled violently, its vast emerald canopy creating waves of lush green. At the peak of the swaying sea of green stood a Supreme Divine, clad in a star-skirted gown.

In her hand flowed a Divine Sword forged from pale Thunder Light, her pale vertical pupils gazing upon the starry sky, narrowing like blades. An ominous gold cross extended from the center of her brows, its roots spreading into countless golden lines connecting to her majestic divine eyes.

As she gazed upward, the higher void above the World Tree was covered by a transparent barrier that rippled mysteriously. Where her gaze fell, an ancient bell vibrated with an echo, and cracks spread like a plague across the void.

In a thunderous crash, eighteen fissures exploded along the trunk of the World Tree, and chains inscribed with spells burst forth, black as the Abyss.

These crimson-rune-covered shackles tightened like a swarm of pythons crushing prey, shattering the starlight around Disi inch by inch.

Her long, cloud-like hair suddenly ignited with blood fire, and from her skirt hem, a cold pale flame of ancient mysteries surged forth, where it passed, the space collapsed into countless black holes, peeling off the ancient bark of the World Tree into wounds sparkling with starlight.

At this moment, she truly seemed like an old god imprisoned in hell, about to break through the thousands of shackles from the Netherworld.

Bai Suxi looked terrified, this existence....

She wants to forcefully break free!

Mad.... truly mad!

Over the past half year, although this Dragon God accumulated hostility bit by bit every day, her emotional state remained very stable most of the time.

But unexpectedly today, don't know what she suddenly sensed, directly left the Divine Throne and charged up the World Tree, showing an impatient look as if she no longer wanted to sit here idly.

This was the first time Bai Suxi felt the fear of this legendary existence....

Indeed.

Fear!

She was actually.... afraid!

Within that towering divine fury, there was a faint panic and concern over something, what was she worried about?

Or rather, who was she....

worried about?

"Buzz——Buzz——"

The space quivered with a mournful cry, eighteen dark chains, piercing the back of the star-skirted woman, straightened tautly. Divine thunder light spread and gleamed, especially the one at the far edge, thrashing violently.

Bai Suxi knew that as soon as one of these eighteen chains broke, it would trigger terrifying celestial anomalies, shaking the Three Realms, at that time both the star and evil realms would witness the world's upheaval and clearly discern the precise position of the World Tree in the Different Space.

Then, surely it would attract the prying eyes of powerful entities from all corners, the resurrection of the Dragon God would surely be known to those holding malicious intent.

This would not bode well for the Dragon God.

Bai Suxi couldn't understand, if the Dragon God wanted to break free, shouldn't she do it quietly, what exactly happened today that made her so enraged, regardless of anything?

*

Grey Realm.

The sky was drenched in blood mist, countless dark purple lightning bolts like giant pythons tore through the clouds, reflecting the scorched earth in flickers of light and darkness.

This realm itself was an ungoverned region, chaotic and untamed, a haven for criminals, yet it had not seen warfare for thousands of years.

But in recent months, with the descent of the mythical Demon God, the Grey Realm has become a literal meat grinder of living beings.

The river of blood boiled at the edge of the battlefield, its surface filled with broken armors and twisted limbs, the stench of rust and burnt flesh condensed into substance, transforming into a scarlet storm sweeping over the entire plain.

The Silver Armor Army of the Holy Star Court lined up like star trails, and spiritual particle fire formed a light web raining down, but was engulfed by black mist at the moment it touched the demonized army of the Star Cutting Alliance ——

Those half-human, half-beast demons with crimson pupils, their skin cracked open seeping tar-like fluid, when fangs shattered the light blades, the spiritual fire splattered, blooming like demonic flowers in hell.

At the center of the battlefield, a bronze giant drum floated in mid-air, the drumhead inscribed with divine totems seeped ghostly gold light with every thundering sound.

"Boom——Boom——!"

The drumsticks danced with no one wielding them, sound waves carrying demonic Qi formed visible ripples, wherever passed, the half-demons' spines protruded, muscles knotted, and claws tore open the chests of three Silver Knights.

On the blood-red earth, millions of demons roared, raising their arms to overthrow the heavens.

And at the far end of the battlefield, at the edge of the cliff on Cloud Mist Mountain Peak, stood a tall woman in a black-purple elegant long dress.

The woman wore a black mask with a swirling swastika pattern, her silver hair falling down her back, her demeanor delicate yet imposing, clearly lacking evident cultivation but carrying a strangely terrifying demonic presence.

Approach forbidden.

A hundred meters behind her, a scarlet handbone suddenly broke through the rock, growing vertebrae, ribs, skull... finally forming a three-meter-tall skeletal giant engulfed in ghost fire.

Thud——one knee respectfully knelt, its skeletal jaw issuing a child-like deep voice: "Your Majesty, the fifth demon has been born, but it says, there is important matter to report, wishes to meet you."

After speaking, the woman in the black skirt was silent for a long time.

The Bone King still bowed respectfully, as a life born of fear, he hadn't yet developed many emotions, but he already possessed basic cognition, confusion arose, and he was about to speak again to remind his king.

Then heard a calm voice: "Retreat."

"Obey the king's command." The Bone King's head bowed, the ghostly fire in his cheekbone eye sockets extinguished, his skeletal body dissipated into flying ashes.

Mu Qingtong gazed into the distance, the oppressive sky covered with blood, fine rain began to fall, gradually turning into a torrential downpour.

Her brows under the swastika mask furrowed deeper, a baseless sense of unease made her increasingly worried.

With spiritual power at her level, although the spiritual pressure realm had not yet reached the Sage, her sense of destiny and causality had acquired basic sharpness, commonly known as sixth sense.

The sixth sense told her that Mr. Xia....was in trouble?

*

Underneath the Heavenly Gate, above the Heaven Rank.

Xia Feng lost all sense, only his consciousness remained adrift among fleeting clouds, feeling himself like dust, like mist, like everything in the world, unable to sense soul or body, void of memory or past, the only thing he could feel was being gnawed by countless bone-eating worms, drilling into his nerves and spine in despair. This feeling magnified countless times in a world of only 'silence,' particularly clear!

Extreme torture and pain, like hell, mortal unbearable.

Xia Feng never considered himself one of firm will, but at this moment, apart from the word 'despair,' only the word 'advance' remained in his heart!

With every step forward, fragments of the past surfaced in his mind.

He gradually recalled the past, remembered all he had known, loved, and angered over the past two years, those were his everything, also his greed, were numerous supports preventing him from admitting defeat and lingering asleep.

Agony like sea, my body as boat!

He finally regained the sensation of his body.

[Fusion Progress (Tribulation Transformation): 37→49%]

"Boom——!!"

But at the moment when divine sound thunder penetrated his head, he saw his birth cry turn into a ghostly shriek, his mother's embrace transform into a cage of bones, all warm moments in life grew fangs.

As if all supports advancing him were mere illusions and falsehoods.