I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch

"If that's the case, then please, sir, return." Cha Naixue spoke with a faint smile.

The old man in the black robe was visibly taken aback and frowned, "Holy Daughter, have you considered this carefully? These bizarre Purple Mists might have some unknown possession abilities. Even our Young Master cannot guarantee survival in such a strange environment."

Cha Naixue's formal smile remained unchanged. She nodded succinctly, "We have our own ways to deal with it."

The old man in the black robe frowned even deeper, then looked toward the woman in the green dress, puzzled, "What about Saintess Qiu E?"

Jiang Qiue's ethereal, beautiful eyes were indifferent, too lazy to speak, her meaning clear.

Seeing this, the old man in the black robe profoundly glanced at the two women, said no more, and his figure flashed back to the side of the Lion-controlling Youth, whispering a few words.

The Lion-controlling Youth squinted his orange pupils slightly as he gazed in Xia Feng's direction, his eyes thoughtful, smiling faintly with a shake of his head.

"Young Master, should we forcibly bring Cha Naixue in?" the old man asked in a low voice.

"No need, my invitation of goodwill has already been conveyed. Since these women don't recognize the situation, let them perish by themselves."

"The fate dictated by the Heavenly Dao, there's a predestined order. This is the destiny they chose for themselves."

"Yes."

Not far away, where the Burning Heaven Disciples resided.

Leng Xiu didn't know why the Lion-controlling Youth targeted Xia Feng, but it didn't matter anymore.

He himself was quite displeased with how the Lion-controlling Youth was acting all high and mighty, but now, the enemy's enemy is a friend.

What shocked him even more was that those women actually refused the Lion-controlling Youth's protection invitation for Xia Feng's sake. How laughable.

Leng Xiu had long noticed that the penetrative power of this bizarre Purple Mist was very strong, and ordinary defensive measures couldn't block it. Even if they hid in a Different Space, the Purple Mist could penetrate the spatial barriers and seep in, like catching a turtle in a jar.

Unless there was an especially outlandish Divine Artifact only existed in legend, or a God descended, otherwise, only conceptual powers could barely defend against this sinister Purple Mist.

Judging by Xia Feng and his companions, they didn't seem like beings possessing conceptual powers.

Those three women themselves could have survived under the Lion-controlling Youth's protection, but a moment of blindness to the situation became the difference between life and death.

"It seems we don't need to do anything, these four little mice will bring about their own doom," Leng Xiu chuckled mockingly and shook his head, "What a pity."

"If a few mice die, then they die," Burning City said indifferently in a deep voice, "Our target is that old madman, An Ji Saint Shepherd."

"Tch, but these guys provoking us so much, shouldn't we teach them a lesson?"

"Enough, Blood Ghost, don't get distracted. The Light Disciple won't hold out much longer! Hurry and contact Heavenly Gift!"

Simultaneously.

Xia Feng was somewhat surprised by how decisively Cha Naixue refused, clicking his tongue in wonder, "Sister Nai Xue, do you really believe I have a way to escape this perilous situation?"

Cha Naixue blinked, suddenly hugging the arm of the black-clad woman beside her. Her sweet little face leaned against the face of the silver-haired, gold-eyed woman, smiling softly, "Little Feng, you're overthinking it. I am Miss Mu's handmaiden~"

"As long as Sister Mu doesn't leave, I naturally won't leave."

Mu Qingtong's delicate brows furrowed slightly, but she didn't show any displeasure, only issuing a cold command: "Let go."

Xia Feng: "?"

Wait, when did the relationship between you two get so good? Sister Mu??

Haha~ Xia Feng internally retorted, raising his eyebrows as he was about to say more, when Mu Qingtong's beautiful eye glanced at him: "Alright, Mr. Xia, if you don't bring out the tower, we'll really die."

Tower? What tower? Cha Naixue and Jiang Qiue raised their eyebrows, surprised in their hearts, could there really be a countermeasure?

Jiang Qiue herself was prepared for the cost of losing sanity, using talon regeneration to save herself.

As for Cha Naixue, she actually had an unknown powerful ace up her sleeve that she'd never told anyone about.

This ace was called [Tomb Ghost Sect], while it might not mean 100% survival, in a desperate struggle, it had about a 19% chance of escaping this place with Xia Feng and the others.

The reason she'd kept this ace hidden was because she intended to use it against Xia Feng...

That's right, she never forgot her rebellious desire to turn this unattainable childhood sweetheart into her male slave, to imprison and humiliate him heavily, or, more accurately, her obsession!

Unless absolutely necessary, she really didn't want to reveal her strongest ace.

Xia Feng wasn't aware of Cha Naixue's sinister thoughts, nor had the time to notice. He transmitted his voice to Jiang Qiue: "I will conjure a giant tower next. You enhance the tower body with the Disguise Skill through your Immortal Word."

"Alright," Jiang Qiue nodded in agreement.

Xia Feng had once witnessed Jiang Qiue's Disguise Skill cast using the Immortal Word at Beiqiu Abyss, with excellent effect. Perhaps due to her high rank, it was even better than Miss Mu's Bronze Mask.

As he pondered, Xia Feng opened his palm, a deep black stream of light appeared from his hand, rotating upward into a vortex, coalescing into the shape of a black tower, with faint patterns beginning to manifest.

But with Jiang Qiue's Immortal Word, the black tower became indistinct again.

"Whoosh—"

Simultaneously, the black tower suddenly rose into the air, rapidly expanding in this part of the world, like Sun Wukong's golden staff, initially no more than palm-sized, but in seconds, it stretched— from the ground to the heavens!

However, the complete manifestation of the Refining God Tower took much longer, taking seven whole seconds to finally stop expanding.

"Boom——!!"

With a buzzing landfall, the tower's base smashed deep into the earth, sinking several dozen meters, eventually stopping as it hit a seal underground.

"Buzz——!!!" At the moment it stopped, a dark, divine blast wave erupted like a sea-level tsunami! The Purple Mist surging close to the dark giant tower seemed to explode like a nuclear blast—

In just a second, it surged backward and scattered frantically for tens of thousands of miles!

The entire outer city, once almost covered by Purple Mist, suddenly cleared, skies bright and clear, air fresh.

Thus, a colossal tower, too immense to see its top, stood out of nowhere in the city's center, its walls a dark black as ink, with intricate and bizarre sigils carved onto it, emanating an ancient, primal aura, both mysterious and awe-inspiring.

Furthermore, countless bronze-cast chains crisscrossed the tower body, weaving upwards like a cage, reaching into the clouds, piercing the cosmos.

All living beings before it seemed insignificant, truly like ants.

However, these were the scenes observed by Xia Feng and Jiang Qiue.

Under the power of Jiang Qiue's authority, the black tower was imbued with the Uninvestigable Immortal Word, appearing to others as a completely black, indistinct Sky-reaching Giant Tower.

Its outer appearance concealed its nature, impossible to discern what it was, yet its vast, unfathomable presence could still be felt.

Jiang Qiue's ethereal beautiful eyes looked up at the giant tower, her delicate brow slightly furrowed, her face a little pale. This tower.... why does it look so familiar....

The true form of the dark tower was reflected in her eyes, her pupils slowly contracted, unable to hide her shock.

Yet she quickly suppressed her internal emotions, returning to a cool serenity, though her voice reaching Xia Feng's mind was not calm: "This is.... the Refining God Tower? How do you have the Refining God Tower?!"