I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch-Chapter 939 - 907: Greetings, Holy Son

Chapter 939 -907: Greetings, Holy Son

Revive me? Enter Eternal Day Prison?

Xia Feng had a headache; though he didn’t know what the Eternal Day Prison was like inside, looking at Gong Changyi’s pale face, he suspected it wouldn’t be good. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

“Ye Lin, you say the Saint Heir isn’t dead; where did you hear that from?” The woman in the blue dress sternly questioned by the shore, “Why didn’t you capture him back?”

The woman with pink hair took out another lollipop, wrapped it in her cheek, and sneered, “That brat is notoriously cunning and treacherous. Why don’t you go out and catch him yourself?”

“Besides, he was besieged by Huang Zhaoyue, Jinyang Tian, and others at the Black Moon Court at the time. The scene was very chaotic. In the end, he used some unknown means and escaped. Tsk tsk, he made me worry for nothing, almost making me intervene to help him. From my perspective, this troublemaker is never going to die.”

Xia Feng: “…..”

The woman in the blue dress was silent for a moment, then looked at the pink-haired woman holding a sword, “Ye Jiu, what do you think?”

The woman holding the sword looked indifferent but spoke seriously, “If it comes to it, then sacrifice Ye Lin to extend the Divine Lady’s life.”

“?” Ye Lin nearly stumbled, her charming face full of resentment, “I’m your twin sister!”

“Don’t worry, Lin; after you die, your sister will live well for you.” The woman holding the sword patted Ye Lin’s shoulder and comforted her.

“…..”

Ye Lin rolled her eyes directly at her, too lazy to speak.

However, in fact, she had already prepared for sacrifice; death was not something worth fearing for her.

Just…. it was a pity she couldn’t witness the Divine Lady proving the Heavenly God and stepping into the Star Palace.

“Is there really no way to catch the Saint Heir?” someone asked.

Ye Lin shook her head, “Even if you catch him, what if that guy doesn’t want to awaken the Divine Lady? For him, awakening the Divine Lady is undoubtedly like walking into a trap. The Divine Lady’s move is essentially the same as suicide.”

Listening to these women’s conversations, Xia Feng sighed in his heart; he clearly knew that Gong Changyi was not committing suicide but betting with her life!

Betting that if her cheap brother were still alive, he would surely come to save her!

And if he had already died, then she also bet right, allowing him the chance to be resurrected by the Eternal Day Prison.

Xia Feng really couldn’t understand why this woman was so audacious… How could she be so bold?!

Not to mention whether he wanted to save her, just the fact that he came to Burning Heaven Island…. if he didn’t ‘voluntarily’ come, wouldn’t this woman be doomed to die?

“Enough said, Ye Lin, these Day Waters can only last for three more months. You continue leading the Goddess Fleet to search for the Saint Heir’s traces.”

The woman in the blue dress ordered solemnly, “Only after finding him can we talk about whether the Saint Heir is willing to save the Divine Lady.”

“Also, the North Gate is conducting the ‘Holy Track Ritual,’ which has reached a critical stage. Don’t leave through the North Gate to avoid interfering with the Year Lord’s plan.”

Holy Track Ritual? Year Lord’s plan? Xia Feng pondered; the North Gate must be where the Ten Beast Masters were earlier. Strange, what exactly are these Burning Heaven Evil Cultists trying to do?

It seemed to be a significant matter.

Burning Heaven has three gods and one saint: Destruction Star God, Heavenly Gifted Disaster, Eternal Day Goddess, and Heavenly Burning Saint Master.

The Heavenly Burning Saint Master is the person who founded the Burning Heaven Temple, a mysterious figure known as [Year] and respected as [Year Lord].

Of course, although they are three gods and one saint, Heavenly Gift and Eternal Day are stuck below the God Realm for various reasons, unable to return to the God Realm yet.

The most powerful on the surface is the Destruction Star God, which is the root of the Empire’s fear of the Burning Heaven Temple.

As for the Year Lord, almost no one has seen him in action, so his strength is unknown.

“Alright, I’m leaving; you all take care of the Divine Lady.” Ye Lin waved her hand and then walked towards the door, “Hopefully, this time we can catch that rascal!”

Xia Feng silently watched the pink-haired woman leave. As she was about to walk out of the temple door, ready to step into the Space Gate…

“Did you just say she has three months before she dies?” A male voice suddenly echoed in the cool temple filled with immortal mist.

The twelve women in green dresses by the shore, along with the Ye Lin and Ye Jiu twins, slightly changed their expressions, their eyes suddenly locking onto the bottom of the pond.

“Who! Come out!” The blue-dressed head coldly shouted, her imposing presence enough to make the pond water boil and burst violently.

Countless water droplets ascended, and a man in white appeared out of thin air,

seeming no older than twenty. He stood on the water’s surface, his deep eyes calmly glancing around at the women on the pond’s shore, with a mocking smile at the corner of his lips:

“How now, is this how you plan to greet your Holy Son?”

His voice was clear and bright, making everyone pause, their thoughts somewhat frozen, not quite reacting.

After all, this man’s face… they were all too familiar with it.

These fourteen women, being the Divine Lady’s closest confidants, naturally knew the Saint Heir’s appearance and true identity, Xia Feng!

In their dreams, these fourteen women always saw this man’s face, studied and clearly remembered Xia Feng’s hobbies, personality, soul aura, blood scent, and even various sizes.

Only nearly a year had passed, and the size the Divine Lady measured last time was probably inaccurate now….

Of course, that’s not important.

The important thing is… he actually came in voluntarily? When did he come? They didn’t sense it at all….

“Haha~” The cold laughter echoed, accompanied by the falling of petals, Ye Lin’s figure suddenly appeared in front of Xia Feng, her graceful fingertip lifting his chin, her beautiful eyes slightly narrowing.

Xia Feng smiled, “Little Ye, long time no see.”

He had met this woman named Ye Lin before when he had just escaped Zone 51 and was pursued by the Goddess Fleet.

At that time, the woman claimed to be his elder, asking him to call her ‘Aunt Ye’.

“Haha~ indeed, long time no see, Holy Son!” She spoke through gritted teeth, pinching Xia Feng’s chin, smiling charmingly yet her tone was cold, “Last time, you ran away! This time——”

“Little Ye, are you sure you want to disrespect your Holy Son like this?” Xia Feng directly interrupted, smiling lightly.

“…..”

“Ye Lin! Step back!” The blue-dressed head firmly ordered, leaving no room for doubt.

The pink-haired woman took a deep breath, snorted, and stepped back by half a step.

Xia Feng’s gaze turned to the shore. As the mist dissipated, the blue-dressed head sat cross-legged, with an ancient zither laid before her, her appearance completely clearing.

To Xia Feng’s surprise.

This blue-dressed head was exactly the one at the Constant Star Clock earlier, the leader of the Ten Beast Masters, Shi Li.

Could she be a clone?

The woman’s temperament was elegant, carrying the dignity of a superior. She slowly stood next to the ancient zither on the pond’s shore.

Amidst the swirling mist, she pressed one hand to her chest, respectfully bowing her head to Xia Feng: “Shi Li, greet the Holy Son!”

The remaining eleven women in green dresses reacted, all kneeling on one knee, clear voices filled with respect: “Greet the Holy Son!”

Ye Jiu’s expression was indifferent, her brows tightly furrowed.

Ye Lin saw Xia Feng’s interested gaze cast upon her, intentionally fixing her eyes on herself, making her unbelievably angry, her beautiful eyes filled with displeasure. After exchanging a glance with Ye Jiu, she ultimately had no choice.

The two women kneeled on one knee before Xia Feng, bowing their heads in respectful silence: “Ye Lin/Ye Jiu, greet the Holy Son!”