Chapter 610: Did Xia Feng Fall in Love with Her?
This unprecedented and outrageous anomaly not only caught the attention of the Astronomical Bureau.
The entire Real World, and even the Nightmare Realm.
All mysterious ancient existences still active in the world turned their gaze towards the distant Astral Realm.
Burning Heaven Island, atop the majestic snow mountain.
Snowflakes danced in the sky. A goddess clad in a luxurious golden skirt, with a fox fur cloak draped over her shoulders, stood with her hands behind her back. A rose-gold divine ring floated behind her as her majestic, beautiful eyes gazed towards the Astral Realm.
“Sirius…”
The Golden Skirt Goddess murmured softly. Five months ago, Xia Feng was identified by the empire as a world-ending disaster star and was hunted down and killed.
How ridiculous. Little Feng was her younger brother; how could she not understand him?
How could Little Feng possibly be a world-ending disaster star!
Gong Changyi’s fox-like eyes, always soft and curved like the moon, held a gaze as cold as ten thousand years of ice as she quietly looked in the direction of the empire.
However, I don’t mind becoming that disaster star – the one that destroys the empire.
She thought she would be reunited with Little Feng soon and never be separated again, but she never expected that because of the so-called Sirius, everything changed five months ago.
Even today, there were still no signs of Little Feng’s resurrection.
To her, Gong Changyi,
the essence of life was the continuous loss of others.
And when one loses what is precious, one must retaliate tenfold, an eye for an eye, and blood for blood!
A hundredfold revenge!
“Empire—” Gong Changyi’s gaze towards the north was calm, her deep divine pupils like a secluded valley, lost in thought.
At the same time.
In the far north of the empire stood a majestic ancient divine mountain, as tall as the sky, stretching across the primordial universe, named Qitian Holy Mountain.
Halfway up the mountain, a divine man with hair like burning golden flames was ascending to the summit. His appearance was divine and handsome, as if all living things from the ancient desolation up to now were bowing before him.
His name was Huang Ye. At this moment, he subconsciously turned his head, gazing intently at the starry sky.
The empire, a certain dark space.
A majestic throne made of fresh blood merged with the darkness, and a mysterious existence leaned upon it.
Disheveled, pale hair cascaded down his back, and a ferocious Nuo mask covered his face. At this moment, he suddenly raised his head.
“Heh heh~”
An eerie, mysterious low laugh echoed through the space, then gradually subsided.
The bottom of the endless eerie sea.
A bronze coffin, covered in verdigris and moss, was bound by nine chains of laws at the center of the seabed.
‘Creak~’
The coffin lid creaked open and slowly slid down.
Inside lay a woman of unparalleled beauty, with a cool and aloof demeanor. Her silver hair and golden eyes bore a six or seven-tenths resemblance to Mu Qingtong.
He Jianzhu slowly opened her eyes, a hint of confusion flashing in her soft, curved beautiful eyes.
According to the future she had seen and the plans she had made, two Sirians would indeed appear in the Astral Realm.
One was her, and the other was Xia Feng.
But now, among these Sirians, she could not sense any connection to herself.
This was unreasonable.
Why was she not among the Sirians?
She was the main body, but for some reason, she was temporarily unable to access the memories of her clone and did not know what had happened in the outside world over the years.
She was even unaware if the various countermeasures she had left behind had been perfectly executed.
Had Xia Feng bound himself to her, had he fallen in love with her?
The darkness forest, its depths.
The moonlight was hazy.
A black crow flapped its crow feathers, drifting lightly onto the treetop of a majestic giant tree, its eerie green narrow eyes narrowing as it gazed at the starry night sky.
A mature, alluring female voice sighed, “A monster is born, a time of great contention.” Place of Seal, beneath the World Tree.
The Star-skirt woman sat with dignity, occasionally biting the crow feather at the tip of her pen with her silver teeth, lost in thought before resuming her writing and drawing in the Dragon God’s Diary.
Just then, she paused slightly, her pale vertical pupils raising to look upwards. Her gaze seemed to penetrate the seal barrier, and 22 blazing stars were reflected in her majestic divine pupils, making them appear even more sacred.
“Does this witch have to do something as minor as Ascending to Venerable with her believer?”
The Star-skirt woman frowned, feeling that the 22 Sirians were indeed as dazzling as the sun, scorching her mind.
If it weren’t for her concern for the existence of the Eighth Generation, how could she tolerate the witch’s audacity?
The tip of the pen drew a straight line across the paper, then stopped abruptly.
The Star-skirt woman took a deep breath, jabbed the pen tip twice on the paper forcefully, and pursed her lips, “This bad believer.”
It seemed the bad believer had completely forgotten about her Lord Master whom they should faithfully serve.
After so many days, there had been no thought of entering the Place of Seal to serve her Lord Master!
Disloyal, disrespectful, and insincere!
Truly detestable!
Beneath the starry skirt, her delicate jade feet lightly stepped and rubbed against her pale tail tip. Her bewitching yet majestic little face held an indifferent expression, and she stared at the diary on her lap, frowning.
After a long period of contemplation.
She picked up her pen again, writing down the believer’s various sins, as well as the one hundred and eight disciplinary measures she would impose on the believer next time they came to meet her.
Li Tian City, Sky Fortress.
A youth with different pupils sat in a wheelchair, lazily leaning his handsome face on his hand, his gaze disdainful:
“Gu Xun is dead, the Sumeru King Order is lost, and nearly a thousand Spirit Masters had their Spirit Bases stolen. Kun Mu, is this your answer to me?”
“Mr. Dong, Mr. Dong Jun…” the tall, thin man prostrated himself on the ground, trembling with fear, yet not daring to move an inch. His voice was hoarse, “This subordinate has sinned and is willing to accept military law punishment!”
The atmosphere was dead silent for a full half minute.
Jian Xin stood behind the young man in the wheelchair, her voice clear and calm, “Sir, this matter is indeed due to Gu Xun concealing the true outcome of the ritual and violating the agreement first. Kun Mu’s strength is far inferior to Gu Xun’s, and he was caught off guard and attacked into a coma. It is understandable.”
“Moreover, with the Holy Solution Ceremony imminent, we are indeed short-handed.”
Hearing Jian Xin’s words from behind, the young man in the wheelchair nodded. He glanced at the subordinate who was almost scared to urinate and said in a low voice:
“Alright, since Sister Xin pleaded for you, you may get up now.”
Kun Mu couldn’t help but sigh in relief and stood up, giving Jian Xin a grateful glance.
Jian Xin’s expression was indifferent, and she stood calmly behind the young man in the wheelchair without saying anything.
Now, the second step of the humiliating event was about to begin – to have the puppet Xia Feng and Princess Leya engage in a fake conjugal act, which Mr. Dong would witness in person, thus causing extreme humiliation.
This was to completely break the curse of the Shameful Spirit Eight Eyes and obtain the Dragon Heart Flame.
This process had to be ensured without the slightest error.
As for Gu Xun’s death, it suited her intentions perfectly.
If Gu Xun had succeeded in the ritual, he would have kept his promise to help Mr. Dong capture the puppet Xia Feng, which would have inevitably affected the implementation of the humiliation plan.
She had originally planned to deal with Gu Xun herself in secret, but she never expected Gu Xun to be dealt with by two mysterious individuals.
It was just a pity that such a precious item as the Sumeru King Order was also stolen by those two mysterious individuals, resulting in a great loss.
However, for now, she could only set aside the matter of the Sumeru King Order and focus on completing the humiliation plan.
“Dong dong—”
The youth with different pupils tapped his knuckles on the armrest of the wheelchair and looked at another subordinate in the shadows, saying in a deep voice, “Has the Dragon Cultivation Fruit been found?”
From the shadows, a bare-chested, two-meter-tall strong man stepped out. His thick eyebrows were knitted, and his face was as sharp as if it were carved by a knife.
He was also one of the Six Guards.
A treasure box appeared in the Axe Man’s hand, containing a clear red fruit carved with dragon patterns.
The Dragon Cultivation Fruit could help two half-dragons whose bloodlines were not fully activated to further evolve their bloodlines during intercourse.
If one of the half-dragons possessed the [Dragon Transformation] ability, the other half-dragon could also evolve the Dragon Transformation ability by having intercourse with them.
