The Witch Joan of Arc Goes to Heaven

The Far West Land...

This region, far from the West Ox Continent and located in one of the four extremities of the primordial world, was battered by wind and snow year-round. It was endlessly desolate, though some areas enjoyed springlike weather throughout all four seasons. This was a complicated world that nevertheless maintained a certain balance.

"Does this really look like Europe?" Chen Xuan landed in a place that appeared to be a small city. From a distance, it looked rather prosperous, with at least several hundred thousand people inside.

Beneath the many castles, however, there were countless refugees. If one was unlucky, someone might even dump excrement from above. It was truly revolting. This was the state of the Western world at the time.

Outside the city gates, corpses were piled as high as mountains, emitting eerie black smoke. Chen Xuan felt no fear. After examining them carefully, he could not help feeling his scalp go numb. These were actually signs of the Black Death. This virus, which was about to sweep across the entire West, had no telling how long it had been brewing. Countless people had already died from it, and it was now fermenting step by step.

"Burn her! Burn her!"

A shout suddenly rang out ahead, instantly igniting everyone's emotions. The crowd followed suit, shouting loudly with hatred on their faces. A horrifying scene was unfolding.

In an open area, a woman was tied to a pile of firewood. She wore black clothes, her hair was disheveled, and her face was pale, her eyes filled with despair. Why had such a fate befallen her? Why was Heaven so unfair...

"Burn her! Damn witch, she brought this disaster upon us! Only by burning her can we live in peace!"

"That's right, that's right! Burn this damn