I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch

"You want to know?"

"Naturally."

"You know that person," Miao Master said softly.

"I know them?" Xia Feng was a little taken aback, and his curiosity was indeed piqued, "Who?"

"Take Cha Naixue's body, leave this realm, and then retreat ten thousand meters away from the body."

Miao Master, draped in a white Divine Robe, stood in the dreamscape, now restored to the appearance of a young girl, yet her gaze remained calm, "Do that, and I'll even throw in some news about the Pope."

Xia Feng thought for a moment, then smiled and nodded, "Alright."

Seeing his heartless demeanor, Miao Master secretly sighed, fortunate that over a year ago Cha Naixue's distancing from Xia Feng still left a thorn in Xia Feng's heart, making him disregard past affections.

Little Xue, wanting to become strong and exact revenge is not wrong, but your biggest mistake in this life was being too rational, too dependent on calculations between Nailuo.

In this world, effort and talent are certainly important, but timing is even more crucial.

You lost because of timing, Miao Master looked indifferently towards Nailuo, where the soul body of the girl in a white dress still sat in the center of the blood-spattered living room, craning her neck and letting out a piercing scream.

Nailuo, the realm between heaven and hell, is a never-ending hell where liberation is impossible.

Those who offer themselves up to the Nailuo Realm will endlessly reincarnate in this hell until their soul body disintegrates and is completely merged by the current master of Nailuo.

This process takes about thirty days.

After thirty days, Miao Master can fully receive all knowledge from Cha Naixue.

As Miao Master coldly regarded Nailuo, Xia Feng had already picked up Cha Naixue and was flying towards the Space Gate.

Fortunately, there was an interval between the Space Gate and the radiation field, not completely blocking the exit route.

Otherwise, it would have been difficult for Xia Feng and the others to leave this place.

Upon exiting the Space Gate, they appeared atop the clouds. Xia Feng glanced down and let go.

The body instantly accelerated downwards towards the dark tower base.

Within seconds, it had plummeted a thousand meters away.

"Dipus is not dead." At the same time, Miao Master's gentle voice arose in the world.

Xia Feng's heart was shocked, not dead?!

"Of course, from a certain perspective, he is indeed dead. But what I mean is, although Dipus was the Pope's son, he was also the Pope's Possession Body; he, in fact, IS the Pope! If he dies, the Pope far away in the Star Realm should be able to sense it."

"Moreover, if he didn't commit suicide but was truly killed by you, the Pope might even suffer backlash from this since it was his forcibly separated strand of Unconscious Essence."

Possession Body? Unconscious Essence? Xia Feng felt his head swell, so did the Pope possess his son?

Thinking this, he suddenly understood some things, no wonder rumors outside claimed Dipus was a Divine-level genius, swiftly advancing like a comet....

But through several contacts, Xia Feng found Dipus's talent wasn't particularly remarkable, not better than Lord Ye Lidong.

The title of Divine-level genius was completely unwarranted.

Now it makes sense, if he was possessed by the Pope, then it's understandable.

As the Pope, living a new life, with Spiritual Clothes knowledge in his head, he naturally appears to be a Divine-level genius.

As for the Essence....

"What is Essence?"

"The area within Spiritual Quality is divided into Essence and Soul, each carrying consciousness, thoughts, emotions, memories, Yin and Yang...."

Mu Qingtong, knowledgeable about souls, chimed in, "And Unconscious Essence carries nothing, like a blank soul.

The birth of life all starts from Unconscious Essence, gradually developing consciousness, memory.... ultimately birthing a soul body, forming the soul."

Although explained comprehensively, Xia Feng still felt confused and directly asked, "I have only one question, if Dipus is possessed through Unconscious Essence, does he share memory with the Pope's original body?"

"No sharing. To achieve sharing, you need to use 'Conscious Essence', which is probably something not even a Ninth Rank Heavenly God can achieve."

Mu Qingtong replied casually, "Unless the spiritual power is one-tenth of mine, that could work."

Hearing this, Xia Feng's heart settled, no sharing is good.

Dipus would be equivalent to the Pope's reincarnated clone, growing up again from a baby.

Dipus lacks memories and emotions of the Pope but might know he once was an impressive Black Moon Pope.... Alas, isn't this like a rebirth genre protagonist?

Xia Feng leaned back tactically, hmm, but I killed him.

Hope that old Pope doesn't come to trouble me....

Wait, that's not right? Xia Feng suddenly held his forehead, Dipus previously mentioned, the mastermind behind the Red Moon's arrival was him, yet not him...

At that time Xia Feng didn't understand what he meant, but now....

Clearly—the mastermind is the Black Moon Pope!

Dammit, this old sneak, what's he up to? Xia Feng frowned, Miao Master just mentioned the Pope is in the Star Realm, what's he doing there?

Couldn't figure it out for now, but...

Must admit, this old woman Miao Master does spill secrets, she's quite nice, huh?

In the thoughts between Xia Feng and Mu Qingtong, the body had already plummeted ten thousand meters down.

"As for who killed the entire Cha Family, I'm not saying, go guess...." The woman's voice grew distant, fading.

"?"

Taking back what was said, this old woman is not nice at all, so she must die!

Xia Feng's black eyes narrowed slightly, activating the Eye of Decompilation and gazing down at the base of the tower.

The snow-dressed body continued its rapid descent, hair flying wildly, and the dreamscape imagery behind it suddenly shattered, with the girl Miao Master falling into reality from the illusion.

She raised her eyes to glance at the man in the endless sky, eyes slightly narrowing, if possible, she really wanted to kill Xia Feng, eradicating all future troubles.

But there was no choice, Dipus that useless failure, she currently lacked strength.

So she could only let Xia Feng and the Pope tear each other apart like dogs.

The thought flashed, and she kicked the body high into the air, then turned and dove downwards.

"Zoom——" Xia Feng also rapidly dove down, and upon reaching a distance from the Four Symbols Formation, he immediately appeared behind Cha Naixue's body, embraced her waist and continued his dive, chasing Miao Master.

"Miao Master, do you think you can escape?!"

Behind rang the man's cold voice filled with murderous intent. Miao Master glanced back with her Spiritual Sense, only to see the man raising his hand towards her, seemingly about to do something.

She laughed lightly, her gentle voice hidden with mockery echoed across the world, "Guardian Slave Mark, huh? You really think I don't know your little scheme?"

"I had long discovered the Guardian Slave Mark on Cha Naixue. The inheritance of the Nailuo Realm indeed brings the Guardian Slave Mark along."

"But unfortunately, Nailuo inheritance can actually be chosen by me, I only inherited the sensing ability of the Guardian Slave Mark, but the Slave Power remains on Cha Naixue's body."

"Cocky little punk, your scheme failed."

Guardian Slave Mark?

Xia Feng inwardly rolled his eyes, who wants to use that thing anyway.

As he complained mentally, he suddenly had an idea and reached down.

Babel Tower approximately reaches the height of the troposphere at sixteen thousand meters, Miao Master with the agility of a Darkness Holding Sage was indeed fast, quickly reaching the tower base, Xia Feng couldn't catch up, she was about to rush out the tower gate.