I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch-Chapter 460 - 428. Miss Evil Dragon’s True Love Outfit

Disi stared at the believer’s flesh, her dragon tail under the starry skirt subconsciously swaying left and right.

She thought of something.

Regarding the soul, there exists a law called "Self-Manifestation": the image of the soul comes from self-perception. That is, if you believe that you look a certain way, then your soul will look that way; this is the self-manifestation of the soul’s image.

For infants or even fetuses who are yet to form self-perception, their souls often appear as mere spheres of light.

It is for this reason, many people’s souls actually look different from their physical appearance. For instance, a mentally ill patient who believes they are a pig and sees themselves as a pig when looking in the mirror may very well have a soul that looks like a pig...

And as for the believer, Disi’s pupil shifted, scanning Xia Feng’s body up and down.

The believer was somewhat narcissistic...

Every aspect of him in his soul state had grown an extra centimeter.

"Dragon God, what are you looking at?" Xia Feng felt that Evil Dragon Miss’s gaze was not very friendly.

Disi pursed her lips and shook her head, "Nothing much, I just noticed that your physical body is a bit shorter than your soul."

Xia Feng’s eye twitched slightly as he looked at this tall woman of one hundred ninety centimeters, deciding then and there that he would have to get Miss Mu to learn how to create a Spiritual Clothes that could make him taller!

"Master, what Evil Dragon Miss means is that your self-perception is unclear; she is mocking you," Yue Hongli said quietly, with a strand of hair standing upright atop her head, illuminated by a glow of wisdom, analyzing the underlying message for her master.

"....!" Xia Feng clapped her little head, "Shut up."

"Evil Dragon Miss?" Disi’s eyebrows twitched slightly as she narrowed her icy vertical pupils toward the approaching believer.

She couldn’t be bothered to argue with the red-dressed woman over the disrespectful tone, but a servant calling her ’Evil Dragon Miss’ so naturally indicated that the believer likely addressed her the same way in daily life!!

Xia Feng’s scalp tightened, and Yue Hongli beside him tilted her head, her wise strand of hair bouncing while her red lips parted, seemingly about to say something terrifying.

"You fool, come back," commanded her master with a cold voice. She transformed into a streak of light and entered her master’s hand, her speech prohibited.

"My believer, it seems that you are even more disrespectful and lack devotion than I imagined!"

Watching the starry-dressed woman’s serious expression, Xia Feng secretly rolled his eyes.

Evil Dragon Miss, I’ve already kissed you silly, and now you notice my lack of devotion?

However, Xia Feng knew that Evil Dragon Miss loved to pretend, and she could be quite frightening when angry, so he admitted his error proactively, while pointing outside with a smile:

"Dragon God, I have sinned, but if you wish to bully your faithful believer, perhaps wait until we are alone."

"...." Disi withdrew her swaying tail under her skirt, pressing her lips together in silence. Who, who said they wanted to bully you?

Bad believer.

She turned her head, her divine gaze looking outward.

Through the sculpture’s surface, one could see a throng of the Evil Clan outside, prostrate upon the ground, now all looking up with eyes filled with doubtful surprise.

Xia Feng had already noticed the changes in expression and conversation among these people outside when he came out.

Obviously, the terrifying presence released during Dragon God’s avatar’s unsealing, despite the Evil Demon Statue’s containment, had led these foolish creatures of the Evil Clan to a misunderstanding.

Thinking that the Evil Demon had revived...

At the same time, Yue Hongli relayed to him the critical information from the conversation between General Saint King and the spider man.

That spider man’s purpose was actually the A-rank Spirit Paper · Blood Spirit Throne.

Xia Feng hadn’t expected that even after making his way to the Evil Realm, he could still provide aid to Miss Mu.

Right now, Miss Mu’s true body was moving with the Holy Department in the Blood Sea Calamity Realm, attempting to stealthily learn about the A-rank Spirit Paper.

But if the General Saint King’s projection were to descend to the past, he feared that not only would he fail to learn the A-level Spiritual Clothes, but he might also encounter a life-or-death crisis.

The so-called projection, also known as Divine Projection, is a type of Divine Thought clone that, compared to ordinary Divine Thought clones, can retain much more of the original body’s strength.

Since the General Saint King has not yet ascended to Divine Rank, he needs to use external forces to utilize the projection, such as this Evil Demon Statue.

The outsiders have been looking up with their stiff necks for quite a while, only to find that the Evil Demon Statue has shown no further reaction, leading them to doubt whether they were just imagining things.

But for so many people to have the same delusion, something was definitely not right.

General Saint King’s seven Blood Eyes narrowed as he took measured steps forward, with the central Blood Eye in his face rotating clockwise, and the runes on the surface of the Evil Demon Statue consequently began to rotate.

Regardless of whether the Evil Demon is reviving or not, it’s best to take a look inside.

After all, to have a projection descend into the Blood Sea Calamity Realm, one must first enter the interior of the Evil Demon Statue.

Within a short while, a pitch-black Barrier door opened up, and he pondered for a moment before stepping inside.

Let this king see who is playing tricks and masquerading as a god.

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Flowers bloom in pairs, each displaying one of their branches.

Blood Sea Calamity Realm, Cliff Island.

The so-called Cliff Island is comprised of thousands of tall pillars plunged into the blood sea, resembling a dense forest of toothpicks stuck into a bowl filled with blood.

Mu Qingtong followed twenty or so members of the Holy Department, dispersed across various high pillars, with their white robes bearing the Holy Department ♁ symbol flapping in the wind.

Ahead of them, under the dim sky reverberating with thunder and lightning, was a massive blood-colored vortex, within which a grey-robed figure sat cross-legged in mid-air.

Surrounding the grey-robed figure were countless tadpole-like golden runes, swarming and swirling like a myriad of stars amidst the raging thunder and the rapidly spinning vortex.

These golden runes were the external manifestation of the Spiritual Particle structure of the A-level Spirit Paper, Blood Spirit Throne.

Not far from the Holy Department team, in an inconspicuous corner, Mu Qingtong narrowed her beautiful eyes scanning the area.

Unfortunately, the grey-robed person had already been studying here for many years, and now his cultivation was nearing success. Many of the Spiritual Particle structures he had learned were being retracted back into the Spirit Paper, leaving very few on display.

The grey-robed man had a peculiar appearance; his eye sockets lacked flesh and only pale cheekbones remained, with teeth sharp as a shark’s,

"Run for your lives, you lackeys of the Empire," he casually glanced at the Holy Department members preparing a forceful attack on the vortex’s Barrier, his lips curving into a strange smirk as he spoke in a bizarre tone,

"Otherwise, once the Evil God arrives, you fools will have no chance to escape."

The Holy Department members ignored him, and the captain of the seventh squad turned to Mu Qingtong, in a deep voice, "Secretary Mu, have you seen anything?"

Mu Qingtong looked up towards the thundering sky, those flashes of lightning all illusions. Her eyes flashed with a golden gleam, her gaze calm as she spoke, "It’s a Projection Array, and he’s waiting for the arrival of a certain entity. Since he needs to resort to a ’Projection Array’, it indicates that this entity is not a deity."

Hearing this, the three captains at the True Martial Realm exchanged glances, decided to risk everything, and signaled with a hand gesture: "Go."

The Holy Department members wore solemn faces, spreading out, their Spiritual Clothes unfurled as they began to assault the seal.

The grey-robed person naturally anticipated that some within the Holy Department would be able to see through his illusions, but he was still somewhat irked.

He looked at the beautiful woman at the very back with a faint aura, his gaze slightly cold.

"Tsk, a First Rank Spirit Master dares to seek death; little beauty, I’ll start with you when it’s time."

But before that, he must master the Blood Spirit Throne.

According to his calculations, in less than ten seconds, the General Saint King would descend! And he would slaughter this group of stupid Empire lackeys to death!

At the thought of this, a maniacal smile cracked his lips, letting out an excited and strange low laugh.