I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch

The fusion of spiritual energy is born from the integration of both parties' soul characteristics, which caused Xia Feng to feel puzzled.

"What are 'soul characteristics'?"

While pondering in his mind, he withdrew his gaze from the people quietly cultivating and looked up at the towering blood furnace.

This colossal furnace stood a hundred meters tall, but its surface layer was transparent, allowing one to see the vague blood flames and the view inside the furnace.

Inside, raging blood flames resembling a sea of fire from hell, with a golden-red rectangular chest quietly floating at the very center.

That chest, he surmised, must be the object everyone coveted—the Saint Chest.

Learning the first 100 of the Ten Thousand Square Core Blood Spirit Mechanism would grant access to this place, allowing one to endure soul-obliterating flame burns and take away the Saint Chest.

Now that Xia Feng had mastered the complete Spiritual Clothes, he naturally could also enter.

Once he entered, he would undoubtedly become the target of everyone's arrows.

But what made Xia Feng hesitate was whether the Saint Chest was actually a Divine Relic or perhaps a Spiritual Artifact?

As he mulled it over, he turned to the woman in the blue dress who was also cultivating with closed eyes and transmitted his thoughts: "I have a question for you."

"Hm?" Jiang Qiu E lifted her eyelids slightly, giving him a faint sidelong glance, "Speak."

"That Saint Chest seems to be a Spiritual Artifact, do you know what specific function it has?"

Although puzzled why this guy suddenly asked this, Jiang Qiu E replied offhandedly: "It is actually the Spiritual Artifact of the Burning Heaven Temple's Shiming Monk, the spatial-temporal chest."

"One of the functions of the spatial-temporal chest is to record 'information' within the chest and send it into the Space-time River. This chest will then drift along the Space-time River to a designated location."

"After the Shiming Monk discovered the location of the Holy Relics, he was surrounded and captured by the Empire and locked in a secret prison for interrogation.

However, after so many years, the Shiming Monk stubbornly refused to disclose the whereabouts of the Holy Relics and even tried to use the spatial-temporal chest to send the message to the Burning Heaven Temple."

"But the Shiming Monk's attempt was unsuccessful; the Empire discovered it in time and found out that the spatial-temporal chest containing the 'location information of the Holy Relics', that is, the Saint Chest, fell into the Beiqiu Abyss."

"This is also the reason why all parties sent people here after the opening of the Beiqiu Abyss."

As Xia Feng listened to what Jiang Qiu E had said, something seemed to click in his mind, his pupils gradually brightening, his heartbeat quickening.

He suddenly wanted to stir up a big wave, personally laying out an earth-shattering deception!

If he succeeded, maybe he could indeed fulfill his agreement with the Old Dragon King and then truly perform the Holy Release!

After weighing the pros and cons in his heart, Xia Feng silently waited another ten minutes, then patted his trousers and stood up.

Jiang Qiu E glanced at him with confusion and asked softly, "Not even eighteen minutes are up yet, are you giving up now?"

"I want to take a closer look at this giant blood furnace," said Xia Feng, shaking his head and casually gesturing behind him before flying slowly towards the direction of the blood furnace.

The woman in the blue dress couldn't help but frown, sensing that something was not quite right.

Just as Jiang Qiu E hesitated whether to stop Xia Feng or not, he had already arrived at the edge of the blood furnace and slowly flew to the top of the furnace.

The rest of the people also noticed Xia Feng's action and glanced over with indifferent eyes.

The boy wearing a fox mask stood atop the furnace, flicked the suspended Grade A Spirit Paper with his hand, then crouched down, curiously peering into the furnace as if he were a mischievous child.

They shook their heads subconsciously, glancing at Jiang Qiu E, the boy's master, and were taken aback.

They hadn't noticed before, but just a few days without seeing her, the aura of this blue-dressed Holy Daughter seemed a bit colder and more ethereal. Her eyebrows lightly arched, her eyes empty, hair pinned up with a blood glaze blue hairpin, she truly seemed like an immortal far removed from the mortal world.

People always yearn for beautiful and pure things, and Jiang Qiu E's appearance and temperament were very desirable, earning people's admiration and praise.

Even Ye Li Kong and the Justice Saint couldn't help but take a few extra looks at Jiang Qiu E.

"Looks like Saintess Qiu E has had some opportunities these past few days, she looks even more beautiful," Yan Si said with a light chuckle.

Jiang Qiu E glanced at him lightly, her voice devoid of emotion: "You flatter me."

While everyone's attention was captivated by Jiang Qiu E, Theresa and Tang Ruyan's gazes were still fixed on the boy on the top of the furnace.

Theresa's eyes flickered with a hint of doubt.

At that moment, before anyone could react, the boy grabbed the Grade-A Spirit Paper and leapt straight into the furnace.

In the astonished gazes of the crowd, who swiftly turned their heads, the boy plunged directly into the sea of flames.

"What's he doing? Has he gone mad?" the crowd wondered. The fire in the furnace, also known as Blood Glaze, would instantly wipe one's reason even within a moment, reducing them to a furnace slave.

"!!!" Jiang Qiue's face froze, no, what trick was this guy pulling now? Could it be he wanted to commit suicide to be reborn, thus breaking free from my control?

"Saintess Qiu E, this wasn't your order, was it?"

Jin Jili looked at Jiang Qiue with a mocking smile, "Having your artificial life commit suicide, what is this maneuver?"

The woman in the green dress frowned.

However, before Jin Jili could continue to mock, the expressions of the crowd gradually became strange.

"He seems... not to have died?" As someone murmured softly, everyone's solemn gaze revealed a hint of surprise and disbelief.

The boy in the furnace, wearing a fox mask, although initially engulfed by flames the moment he fell into the sea of fire as if turned to ash,

the next second, a figure burst out of the sea of flames and headed straight for the Holy Box, moving as if no one else was present.

The Holy Box was only the size of two palms, with ancient and mysterious golden patterns on its surface. The moment Xia Feng grabbed it, relevant information flooded into his mind.

[Space-time Box (1/11)]

[Level: C]

[Owner: Shiming Monk]

[Temporal Drift: You can engrave 'a piece of information' into the Space-time Box and release it into the Space-time River; the box will then drift with your will, eventually delivering the information to a specified location after some time has passed.]

[Note 1: The destination must be a place you have visited]

[Note 2: The maximum number of Space-time Boxes that can exist at the same time is determined by your Spiritual Pressure. The higher your level of Spiritual Pressure, the more Space-time Boxes you can create]

[Note 3....]

[Current number of Space-time Boxes: 11]

[Information contained in this Space-time Box: You fools of the Empire, you've been tricked by daddy~]

Xia Feng: "....."

Good grief, Shiming Monk, you're awesome.

Although Xia Feng didn't care about the Holy Relics, he was still somewhat curious as to where they might actually be now.

Yet, unexpectedly...

The Shiming Monk was purposely fooling the Empire's various powers, making the Empire busy itself for nothing.

Any clue to the Holy Relics within the Beiqiu Abyss was fake...

However, after a moment of speechlessness in Xia Feng's heart, he began his own agenda.

With a thought, he immediately activated the Divine Mirror Platform, snatching ownership of the object for himself.

[Space-time Box (1/11)]

[Level: C]

[Owner: Shiming Monk→Xia Feng]

[Information contained in this Space-time Box: You fools of the Empire, you've been tricked by daddy~]

[Now you may choose to——

1. Cast the box back into the Space-time River, setting it to drift to a location in the Present Realm/Evil Realm/Star Realm you have visited.

2. Change the information contained within the box]

In fact, the information inside this Space-time Box was not important to Xia Feng at the moment.

What was important now was how he would fill it with new information to deceive these fools of the Empire once again....