I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch

After much turmoil, it was already morning.

Without granting Jiang Qiue much rest, she and Cha Naixue received a transmission from Obrian.

"Three Holy Daughters, please come to the main hall for a meeting. There is an important matter to discuss."

Subject to multiple restraints, Xia Feng was no longer afraid that Jiang Qiue might cause trouble, so he let her leave, taking the opportunity to check on Obrian's investigation as well.

But to be honest, with the protection of two Holy Daughters, it was impossible for Obrian to find Miss Mu.

He and Miss Mu could already treat the 20th district's Church Court as their own home.

Dawn's light was faint.

Through the Moon Holy Skill field, Cha Naixue and Jiang Qiue arrived outside the main hall in an instant.

However, standing before the grand entrance of the majestic hall, both women hesitated.

"Don't go in; something's not right." Cha Naixue's thoughts resonated in Jiang Qiue's mind.

Jiang Qiue naturally sensed it too. Ordinary people would have failed to detect the abnormalities, but having been exposed to the Snow Plain Consciousness, she was very familiar with such strange and corrupted auras.

At this moment, this aura of corruption pervaded within the hall doors; although faint, it was sharply detected by her.

As for Cha Naixue, she had directly pierced through and analyzed the surrounding environment with Nailuo's Eye, discovering that everything inside the hall was shrouded in layers of mist and that there were mournful howls emanating from within - something that had not occurred in the past.

Moreover, there were many layers of sinister purple and blood-red Arrays.

At that time, the symbols on those Arrays danced like silver serpents, slowly starting to rotate. A bright silver vertical pupil with blood threads in the middle of the Array suddenly opened. Cha Naixue's beautiful eyes narrowed as she said in a deep voice, "Run!"

Jiang Qiue had a thought and discovered that her access to the Moon Holy Skill field was gone.

She frowned but did not hesitate to use the "Immortal Word" authority, uttering, "I stand behind Q."

Contrary to her expectations, the Immortal Word did not take effect.

Cha Naixue looked up at the sky, and within her vortex-like purple pupils, the world seemed to dismantle into countless streams of information, all converging into her eyes.

"This is... a Six-eyed Level Calamity Realm."

"The moment we appeared here, this Calamity Realm formed simultaneously, likely to isolate us from the Present Realm."

Cha Naixue's brow furrowed as she looked back at the hall door, "It looks like we're in trouble."

"Hiss—"

Just as she finished speaking, the tightly closed hall doors automatically opened to either side.

Inside the hall.

Eighteen ancient columns, engraved with sacred patterns and shimmering with a silver glow, reached from the ground to the heavens, supporting the majestic architecture of the hall.

At the end of the hall, the Black Moon Goddess Statue held her hands to her chest, her face indistinct, but her towering sacred aura compelled an involuntary reverence.

Obrian, clad in a red bishop's robe, stood with a pitch-black scepter at his feet, hunched beneath the statue, his drooping eyelids slowly lifting as the hall doors opened wide.

His murky eyes betrayed no joy or sorrow, indifferent, his voice hoarse and soft, "My Lords, please enter the hall."

Upon his words, rings of light appeared beneath the feet of the two Holy Daughters, instantly teleporting them to the center of the hall as the doors thunderously closed behind them.

The women quickly scanned the inside of the hall.

In front of ten of the eighteen silver-glowing columns, sat a person with closed eyes in meditation.

The Justice Saint, Yan Si, Jin Jili... These ten individuals were the talented individuals from major forces who had previously entered the Beiqiu Abyss.

And what was eerie was that their souls, in a twisted posture, were detaching from their bodies and flickering in and out of visibility.

At the same time, a golden thread pierced through the center of each person's forehead, connecting them to the blood-red Array on the ground.

Cha Naixue furrowed her brows, having originally thought that it was the matter of her harboring Mu Qingtong that had been discovered, leading to Obrian's sneak attack.

But now it seemed that matters were even more serious.

As the grand doors of the hall flung open, dense like ink, Purple Mist began to unfurl in the surrounding space, lunging toward the two women like a horde of malevolent spirits.

Cha Naixue and Jiang Qiue stood back to back, perfectly in sync, each forming seals with one hand, gathering Spiritual Particles at their fingertips to cast the Black Moon protective spell.

A dark protective circle shielded them within.

"Heh heh~ The outside world is abuzz with rumors of fierce enmity between the two Holy Daughters, each hating the other, but seeing this degree of mutual trust hardly seems to fit the narrative, does it?"

A woman wearing a red and white high-slit cheongsam emerged from the shadows, her hips swaying as she walked, emphasizing her curvaceous figure even more seductively.

She wore a white cat mask, concealing her facial features.

Jiang Qiue lifted her ethereal gaze to the woman, her brow furrowing with confusion.

"Holy Daughter Qiue, have you forgotten me so soon? That really hurts," said the woman, holding a fan painted with an ink landscape and covering her lips with it while chuckling softly. The fan spun in her hand—transforming her figure into a woman in a red cape, none other than Tang Ruyan.

The fan spun once more—this time, she changed into Teresa wearing a nun's habit.

Realizing this, Jiang Qiue immediately understood that the woman in the white cat mask was the second Teresa, the one who truly sabotaged the teleportation point and trapped Ye Li Kong in the Beiqiu Abyss.

It was evident now that the White Cat woman and Obrian were in cahoots.

The act of sabotaging the teleportation point by White Cat was likely to provide Obrian with a pretext to seal off the Church Court and keep various elite talents from different forces confined here temporarily.

Last night, when Jiang Qiue was being "disciplined" by Xia Feng and the other two, something must have happened outside; Obrian had succeeded in capturing these geniuses and imprisoning them here.

Thus, what Obrian had said about fully investigating Teresa was all nonsense; this Red Bishop had never intended to look into the disappearance of Teresa.

"Ts-ts~" White Cat had reverted to her original appearance, her figure-hugging cheongsam accentuating her rounded hips as she sauntered around the two women.

She observed their expressionless, cold demeanor and laughed coyly, "The two Holy Daughters are indeed aloof, but my little brother finds your kind quite to his liking, oh, how exciting."

"White Cat, keep your insolence in check," came Obrian's emotionless, cold voice, as he tapped his scepter.

White Cat turned her head to glance at him, her laughter teasing and scornful: "Old man, you've already laid your hands on your own Holy Daughters, so why the charade of respect and obedience?"

Obrian frowned, ignoring her, his gaze grave as he looked at the two Holy Daughters, "Ladies, surrender yourself. After being corroded by the Purple Mist, you will not die, but rather, your strength will even increase."

"Bang—"

The dark protective spell of the Black Moon shattered instantly under the assault of the Purple Mist,

but Jiang Qiue ignited a [Strong Protect] talisman at her fingertips, quickly forming another protective barrier that shielded them both once again.

Jiang Qiue hadn't expected that after emerging from Dark Abyss, she would encounter a contaminant similar to the Snow Plain Consciousness.

This made her quite puzzled; could it be that the Snow Plain Consciousness had found its way out?

"This mist is an unknown substance capable of contaminating even gods," Jiang Qiue's warning voice resonated in Cha Naixue's mind. "Be careful on your own, and do not leave the Strong Protect Barrier I've set up. If you're infiltrated and contaminated by the Purple Mist, your thoughts will be affected, and the consequences are unpredictable."

Despite speaking so calmly, Jiang Qiue's brows only knitted tighter.

Her body was extremely weak at the moment, and without Xia Feng by her side to provide Dragon Blood like before, she knew she wouldn't be able to hold on for much longer.

Sooner or later, her soul and mind would be contaminated by the Purple Mist, losing her true nature.