I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch-Chapter 444 - 414. Created by me, Mu Qingtong, to forge a new world!

The Q-faced person and the K-faced person had jointly defiled Jiang Qiue in the Shuilian Cave on Witch Island, and for Master Yusi, the memory was unforgettable. He had detested both of these individuals, so their ill fates naturally brought him joy.

"Until absolute death is confirmed, anything is possible."

The robe-clad elder stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the moon in the sky, his aged eyes narrowing slightly, before he turned and asked, "Tian Yuan, what does the Holy Master say?"

The golden staff, shimmering with a golden glow, seemed to be communicating with some mysterious entity. After a moment, it emitted a muffled low voice, terse and to the point, "The Holy Judge Decree is in effect."

Seeing this, the robe-clad elder and Yophiel nodded; although they were uncertain which masked person was the Sirius, as long as the second Sirius was dead, that was fine.

Now, only the First-Rank Spirit Master Sirius remained, not a difficult problem to solve.

The numbering of Sirius was not arranged in chronological order.

Because when the second Sirius first appeared, it looked identical to the first one, and the Star Phenomena Bureau could not distinguish which had appeared first, thoroughly confusing the matter. With no alternative, they finally decided to designate the Sirius that no longer appeared as the first, and the other as the second.

Based on the four flickering Star Map data of the second, the Star Phenomena Bureau could roughly infer its several trajectory patterns within the Sirius Domain. With this pattern, the Bureau was confident that when the first Sirius reappeared, they would not mistake it for the second one again.

Of course, now that the second Sirius was annihilated, there was no chance of such confusion anymore.

"Lords and ladies, if there are no objections, these blood samples shall belong to our Black Moon Church," said the woman in the green dress, looking towards the center of the battlefield, where three drops of K-faced person's blood beads remained after the chaos of space-time had vanished.

According to the previously agreed-upon distribution scheme, Tian Yuan only needed to kill Sirius without needing treasures. The blood of Sirius went to the Black Moon Church, the body to Lord Yeli Dong, the Golden Sparrow would get a Divine Relic, and the remaining treasures all belonged to the Angel Yophiel.

But now, only three blood drops remained on the battlefield, and nothing else...

Yophiel, with the Heart Wings pattern flashing on his brow, glanced at the K-faced person's blood drops. There was nothing unusual, just ordinary blood.

Everyone knew that the Black Moon Saintess Jiang Qiue had cultivated a Spiritual Clothes related to blood, and the talented blood of the K-faced person was indeed a treasure for her.

Yophiel and Lord Yeli Dong nodded indifferently.

With a vacant yet serene gaze, Jiang Qiue graciously thanked the two lords, and with a simple gesture, collected the three floating blood drops into her brow.

Unlike the blood of a True Dragon, the blood of Dragon Descendants and Half-Dragons rapidly lost vitality once separated from the body, losing the special properties of Dragon Blood, no different from ordinary blood.

However, she had a very special method that could allow her to recreate a body of the K-faced person from this blood!

Of course, this was not Resurrection, nor could it be done. She just wanted to see if the body of the K-faced person, without consciousness and soul, would still retain the properties of Dragon Blood, to provide her with a continuous supply of delicious Dragon Blood.

Furthermore, another reason was that she was quite curious to see who exactly was behind the mask of the K-faced person!

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The Space-Time River.

Here, one could neither see the origin nor gaze upon the end.

Walls of information, painted in myriad colors, passed silently through the woman's body in the black dress, one after another, as if time had substance at this moment, forming a serene flow of light around the woman, vanishing.

Mu Qingtong lay back in the river, her golden eyes unblinking, somewhat entranced.

—Why is this world always so dull?

She often contemplated this question.

The Empire, a realm unified through reform eight thousand years ago, still harbored a decaying aristocracy, ineffectual administration, conditioned lower class, and scheming individuals, much like the old imperial times.

Perhaps it was once glorious.

But from the Garden to White Emperor City, all the facts proved that insects rose to high ranks, maggots ruled the world, and the Empire was corrupt from the moment of its establishment, rotting amidst greed and deceitful lies.

What she found most intolerable was that she had for so many years been subjected to these maggots.

Quite laughable.

From this perspective, compared to the Empire's 'parliamentary system,' the imperial times' 'monarchic system' indeed had certain advantages.