Chapter 422: Lord Dragon God, Long Time No See
In the darkness, a rose-red mark lit up on Xia Feng’s hand.
Crimson spiritual light floated in the air, swirling to form a graceful figure in a red dress. Her foxy, delicate face leaned close to Xia Feng’s, and she softly said in a cold voice, “Master, I thought you were dead.”
Xia Feng flicked her forehead. “You idiot, don’t curse your master like that.”
“Oh.”
Yue Hongli blinked, her jade nose sniffing at his neck. She then raised her eyes and said, “Master, the misfortune caused by the Gui Domain on you hasn’t dissipated yet.”
The Gui Domain killed one thousand enemies while sacrificing eight hundred of its own users. After using it, one would be plagued by misfortune for a period of time. However, it wasn’t a big deal. Since he possessed the Undying Spirit, he was a being who could not truly die.
Therefore, if he encountered any unlucky events, the worst would be being confined to a dark room for three months. Nothing could be more unfortunate than that.
As he contemplated, he looked at Yue Hongli.
Previously, when he died and entered the Stasis Domain of the Nightmare River, Yue Hongli had followed him in. However, she couldn’t move freely like him; her lifespan, thoughts, senses, and everything else were frozen.
Now that she had resurrected, she had only just come out with him. So, for Yue Hongli, only an instant had passed. Then, in the blink of an eye, she had gone from the River of Time and Space to this place.
“Master, have we arrived in the Nightmare Realm?” Yue Hongli’s cold, beautiful eyes were filled with curiosity as she looked at the outside world.
Outside, the Calamity Spirit Clan were still prostrating themselves, chanting unknown prayers.
Xia Feng quickly set up a teleportation formation and gently stroked Yue Hongli’s hair. “Little Carp, I’m going into the Place of Seal later. You stay here and keep watch. If there’s any abnormal situation, call me.”
“Understood, Master.”
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[Awakening Calendar Day 250]
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The Star-skirt woman leaned back on the divine seat, a thick, ancient book resting on her lap. The pages of the open book fluttered in the gentle breeze, and besides the date, there was no other record.
Di Si closed her eyes, her pale white vertical pupils narrowed into thin slits. The dark gold cross mark between her eyebrows spread out like roots, weaving countless gold threads that connected to her majestic divine eyes.
The eighteen pitch-black chains on the armrest of the divine seat still bound her entire body. Her cloud-grey soft hair seemed on the verge of igniting a bloody flame, and a frigid, ancient aura rose from the divine seat. At this moment, she truly resembled an old god imprisoned in hell, on the verge of breaking through the countless shackles from the underworld.
She didn’t know when it started, but she had grown accustomed to the believers coming to pay their respects at intervals.
She looked forward to each appearance of her believers, eager for them to tell her about the events that had transpired in the outside world. She even looked forward to leaving the Place of Seal and personally witnessing the prosperity of various races after the twilight of the gods.
Clearly, she had been unwilling to awaken at first and was too lazy to bother with this male human.
But now, perhaps even if she wanted to engage with Xia Feng, he wouldn’t be able to respond to her.
Three months ago.
Ever since she discovered that the star corresponding to her believer in the Astral Realm was not right, she had been filled with anticipation.
She anticipated that her believer would suddenly appear one day, respectfully standing below the divine steps, calling her name.
But three months passed. She had forcefully broken through the spiritual divine shackles of the Place of Seal several times, casting her gaze towards the Sirius star system.
However, that dark star system, devoid of stars, remained unchanged.
Sirius had disintegrated, turning into nothingness, a scene of dead silence.
It seemed her believer would never appear in the Place of Seal again.
Perhaps she could only continue to slumber here for ten thousand years, until the world came to its end and the universe entered its final moments.
But she did not want to sleep like this.
She had already remembered the four heretical souls who had killed her believer. They were so weak, yet they dared to challenge the Dragon God’s might.
Death was the only destination for those who angered the gods.
The woman on the divine seat slowly raised her divine eyes, countless sacred golden patterns outlining her forehead between her eyebrows. Her cloud-grey soft hair floated in the air, her imposing aura surging. The chains behind the divine seat trembled frantically.
She was indeed unable to break through the seal here. However, it was not difficult to kill the four ants an infinite distance away with her divine念, but the price would be severe injury and falling into a ten-thousand-year slumber, unable to awaken. At the same time, the gods would discover that she had woken up once.
However, if her believer had truly died, such a price would be negligible.
Slumbering for ten thousand years might not be a bad thing.
But Di Si did not act immediately.
She wanted to wait a little longer.
Waiting for an impossibility.
“Hmm?”
As if perceiving something, a flicker of movement appeared in the eyes of the woman on the divine seat.
With a spatial fluctuation, a male human leaped out of space.
Xia Feng looked up, his gaze meeting the descending eyes of the woman on the divine seat.
!
Beneath the dark gold sacred mark on the woman’s forehead, those vertical pupils burned with a pale flame, as if surging with ancient divine might, indifferently looking down upon heaven and earth.
Xia Feng’s soul sank. He felt the chill of death, a monstrous divine wrath that made one involuntarily tremble with fear and beg for mercy.
However, in the next instant, the terrifying aura that had made him tremble like a defeated soldier, frantically retracted and vanished.
The atmosphere above the divine seat and below the divine steps quietly fell into silence.
Xia Feng swallowed, clasped his hands respectfully, blinked, and looked up with a bright, wide-toothed smile, “Lord Dragon God, long time no see.”
Di Si: “.”
The floating cloud-grey soft hair fell, and the faintly burning blood-red color also quietly receded. The golden patterns on her forehead, like roots, retreated like a tide, returning to their original form as a dark gold cross mark, adorning her brow.
Di Si lowered her eyelids, slowly closing the thick book on her lap, which then vanished into a stream of spiritual light.
As she reined in her divine power and suppressed the urge to break through the seal, the eighteen chains behind her, appearing as if from the underworld, also quietly dispersed, as if they had never existed.
The divine seat and the woman on it instantly returned to normal, showing no difference from before Xia Feng had visited this place.
Xia Feng’s right eyelid twitched slightly, and he tentatively asked, “Lord Dragon God, how have you been these past three months?”
Di Si looked up and nodded indifferently, “Very well.”
“Oh, that’s good then.”
Xia Feng nodded, but then a hint of confusion arose. “Then… what was that just now?”
The space fell into a brief silence, then a moment of quiet.
“I perceived your death.”
Di Si said softly and indifferently, “After all, as my only believer, your death was undoubtedly a provocation to the Dragon God. Therefore, I was prepared to pay the price of slumber to help you execute those four heretics.”
“!” Hearing the words of Miss Evil Dragon, Xia Feng’s heart leaped.
How dangerous, how dangerous. Fortunately, he had come in as soon as he resurrected. Otherwise, to kill four minor opponents would have caused Miss Evil Dragon to fall into slumber for another ten thousand years, which would truly be a loss outweighing the gain.
However, what surprised Xia Feng was that Miss Evil Dragon could actually know who killed him? And even be able to snipe targets while sealed?
“My believer, you have broken your promise again. I require a reasonable explanation.” Di Si’s vertical pupils narrowed, gazing sideways.
Three months ago, after helping her believer deal with those Nightmare Clan and Human Race enemies and accepting the challenge from the Evil Witch, her believer had said he would come to find her soon.
And this ‘soon’ had turned out to be a full three months.
