The Purgatory Calamity
Chapter 162 - 147 Sapling’s Request_1

Chapter 162: Chapter 147 Sapling’s Request_1

Fifth Realm.

Through the Dark Giant Python’s vision, Pang Jian’s first sight was not Sky-Splitting City, but a hundred-zhang-tall gray rock mountain.

A huge incense burner, billowing with dark smoke, sat in front of the gray rock mountain.

Pang Jian looked up and noticed, at a higher altitude, the winged alien Goddess, with six pairs of pure white wings, hovering above.

At this moment, she was speaking with someone in a gentle tone and was not sitting astride the Dark Giant Python.

The next moment.

Pang Jian realized that the one she was speaking to was none other than the Cyclops who, upon standing, reached a thousand zhang in height!

It turned out that what stood before Pang Jian was not the hundreds of zhang tall gray rock mountain, but the Cyclops sitting cross-legged on the ground!

"An incense burner, ascending with dark smoke..."

A thought crossed Pang Jian’s mind.

He suddenly remembered the scene he saw when he was meditating in "Unity of Heaven and Man," absorbing the Extreme Cold Power.

Ice-rock City, Yanshan, the leader of the Cyclops Clan, heedless of the ancestral teachings, manipulated the sacrificial altar to communicate with an Ice Demon, whose whereabouts were unknown.

Next to the altar, there was indeed a huge incense burner, from which tendrils of dark smoke billowed.

Could it be...

"Ancestor Aman, please assist us!"

The alien woman speaking to the giant raised her voice slightly with excitement and bowed respectfully to the Cyclops sitting cross-legged in the void.

"Aman? Is it really him?!"

Pang Jian’s mind was greatly shaken.

He had not expected that the Cyclops, who seemed capable of supporting heaven and earth, aloofly independent from deep within the mountains, was the very infant with a congenitally withered heart, constantly losing vitality.

Yanshan, his biological father, traded with an Ice Demon to prolong his life, inadvertently provoking the Thunder Dragon.

The entire Cyclops Clan brought about their own annihilation because of him.

As a result, Yanshan died in battle, and the Cyclops Clan, once standing tall in the Third Realm, was expelled to the Fifth Realm by the Thunder Dragon.

After undergoing the ordeal of time, this should-have-been short-lived infant Cyclops astonishingly became a giant that reached the sky.

Years later, the infant Aman became the Ancestor Aman mentioned by the alien Goddess.

It was not difficult for Pang Jian to imagine how tough it must have been for the Cyclops, formerly of the Upper Realm, to start anew after being exiled to the Fifth Realm.

Who knows how many Cyclops could not withstand the harsh environment of the Fifth Realm and perished, with the possibility that the entire clan could have faced extinction.

However, the Cyclops from the Upper Realm stubbornly survived and even rooted themselves in the Fifth Realm.

Aman, in whom his father placed great hopes, struggled and fought for survival through endless wasted years, and was fortunate enough to grow to such an extent that he became Ancestor Aman, protector of the tribe.

Even the revered alien Goddess needed his approval and had to earnestly ask for his help.

"My people, if they wish to return to their homeland, I will lead them to ascend to the heavens."

The Cyclops with closed eyes uttered like thunder, deep yet filled with a powerful might.

"A myriad years have passed since we were expelled from the Upper Realm to this place; we have already adapted to life in the Fifth Realm. In the beginning, countless of our people could not endure the contamination of Filth and perished, but we ultimately survived."

"Now the Cyclops are strengthening their bodies with Filth Alien Power and breaking through their own shackles with the Power of Filth."

"What use is returning to the old lands?"

"Today’s Cyclops no longer know how to temper their flesh with Spiritual Power; if we return, do we have to adapt all over again?"

"Goddess, I do not wish to have them follow your ambitions and your obsession with ascending to the heavens, to start a war with the Human Race of the Upper Realm."

"The Human Race has long since changed; they are no longer the tribe that once revered us."

"Even the dragons of Dragon Cave are ridden by the Human Race; how could it be any different for you and me?"

The voice of Cyclops Aman thundered through the skies, causing all fierce beasts to lie prostrate on the ground, not daring to stir.

This included the Dark Giant Python.

"Ancestor Aman, don’t you want to take revenge for your father? Although a myriad years have passed, the world-destroying Thunder Dragon... still slumbers within Dragon Cave; don’t you want to step into Dragon Cave and kill that Old Dragon?"

The Goddess spoke softly.

"Who, who told you this?!"

Aman roared.

"Boom! Boom, boom!"

Every mountain nearby shook with his roar, with seismic activity spreading across a thousand miles.

The power hidden within the mountains flowed towards him, causing the rocks covering his skin to crackle and fall off.

"Please, calm your anger."

"I cannot tell you who informed me of this Chapter of your past."

"All I want to say is, in the moment when the real remains of the Heaven Phoenix truly disintegrated, the scattered Phoenix Bones and the stars in the heavens began responding to one another, making the Heavenly Tribulation Pillars that suppress us start acting up."

"Not only on the Fifth Continent, but the transcendent beings on the other six continents have also sensed something unusual with the Heavenly Tribulation Pillars."

"Ancestor Aman, the path to ascend to the heavens is inevitable, and your Cyclops Clan cannot remain uninvolved."

"Please prepare yourself; this time, we have a chance to reach the Second Realm, we truly have a chance to break into Dragon Cave!"

Upon finishing, the Goddess with six pairs of immaculate wings gracefully descended.

Pang Jian once again felt the misperception of being mounted upon.

The raging Cyclops quieted down at her words, murmuring in a low rumble, "There is a chance, to reach the Second Realm, a chance to break into Dragon Cave..."

He looked at the alien woman with his one eye.

Within the depths of that solitary eye, a deep red light shone forth, and a presence that could veil both heaven and earth bore down, halting Pang Jian and the Dark Giant Python’s perception abruptly.

...

On Cloud Sail.

"Huff!"

Pang Jian gasped for breath, his hands trembling slightly as he took out a Calming Pill and swallowed it.

The Cyclops’ glance towards the alien woman, the terrible convergence of an overwhelming aura, made Pang Jian feel as if his soul was about to be snuffed out like a candle flame.

He knew that this was an unconscious reaction by the Cyclops due to a dramatic change in his sentiments.

But it was that one glance that made Pang Jian feel as if his soul was about to dissipate into nothingness, a horrifying sensation.

"Too powerful! The Ancestor of the Cyclops from the Fifth Realm, that supposed-to-be-dead Aman, has now become so terrifyingly formidable!"

Pang Jian was sweating profusely.

The proud joy he had felt when advancing to the Innate level through "Unity of Heaven and Man," when he melded Moon Energy, Extreme Cold Power, and Spiritual Power to form a silver moon, instantly vanished.

He deeply realized how weak his current level of power was compared to the true lofty existences.

"I still have three Calming Pills, I’ll give them all to you."

Luo Hongyan handed over three bottles of pills, looking at Pang Jian with a strange expression, and said in a low voice, "The Spirit Spell you cultivate is very peculiar, consuming too much mental and spiritual energy."

Pang Jian was not polite and immediately took two Calming Pills, then said, "Wait until I advance to the Hollow Profound Realm. Once my Divine Sense is condensed, it should get better."

"Indeed, that is the case."

Luo Hongyan nodded gently.

Pang Jian did not continue talking. Waiting for the effects of the Calming Pill to gradually dissipate and for his vigor and spirit to recover somewhat, he suddenly wanted to check on the status of the Corrosion Boundary Vine at the site of the Sky Fortune Fragment Land.

The Corrosion Boundary Vine was in the Fourth Realm, not so far from him, thus consuming less of his mental and spiritual energy.

He immediately established a connection.

In the next moment, he saw the Corrosion Boundary Vine, which was only slightly taller compared to the surrounding trees, using a sharp branch to etch a row of characters on the ground.

"I am Pang Jian’s tree!"

"I am Pang Jian’s tree!"

"I am Pang Jian’s tree!"

Next to the wetlands by the Corrosion Boundary Vine, row after row were all these words.

This extraordinary tree rooted in Cloud Marsh seemed to have an obsession with this line of characters, as if believing that the characters possessed a mystical power, and it diligently learned to etch them continuously.

Pang Jian was astonished.

After pondering for a moment and maintaining the sensory connection with it, Pang Jian tried to inform it of the meaning behind that line of characters through his thoughts.

As a result, it stopped somewhat understandingly and questioningly.

A moment later, a slightly hazy consciousness came from it.

——It needed different types of saplings and a variety of flower and grass seeds.

Once Pang Jian understood its longing accurately, he looked around and discovered that the flora and trees growing around it were actually quite uniform in species.

There were indeed many trees, but only two or three types, excessively monotonous.

There were some flowers and grasses as well, but again far too few in variety.

And this, it seemed, was not conducive to its growth and metamorphosis.

"Don’t worry, leave it to me."

Pang Jian immediately promised to help.

No matter what Li Yuqing thought of the Corrosion Boundary Vine, Pang Jian had indeed reaped tangible benefits, receiving two leaves bursting with life essence, which greatly enhanced his self-healing ability.

The Corrosion Boundary Vine was rather well-behaved, not like that Rebel Kid who had recognized a new master early on.

Especially since the Corrosion Boundary Vine was still pondering the deeper significance of "I am Pang Jian’s tree"...

"I won’t care about other things for now, but I’ll do my best to satisfy your needs."

After severing the sensory connection, Pang Jian took another Calming Pill.

At this time.

He saw Individual Cultivator Gao Yuan respectfully taking out many storage bags, reporting his findings to Luo Hongyan.

"The cultivators from the Third Realm, the amount of cultivation materials they can have on hand, is comparable to the Hall Masters of the Dark Ghosts. I’ve got sixty-five storage bags, and I’ve checked the contents."

"Pure Spirit Stones, totaling seven thousand five hundred pieces. As for Spirit Jade, a little over fifty points."

"Various low-level Spiritual Artifacts add up to one hundred and fifty pieces, and intermediate ones... only seven."

"The rest of the pills, Magic Spells, are all quite common..."

Gao Yuan read from the small booklet.

"Hmm, when we get to Cao’s place, I’ll find a way to sell them."

Luo Hongyan nodded her head in satisfaction, smiling at Gao Yuan, and said, "Everyone who sees shares the spoils, you can take one-fifth of the acquired cultivation Spiritual Materials."

Gao Yuan smiled generously, and in a serious manner said, "The items themselves don’t matter much to me. It’s just that I feel a true connection with you and your brother, so I’m willing to risk death waiting for you to return. Being with you, I feel secure and at ease, willing to help you without expecting anything in return."

Luo Hongyan looked at him with a teasing smile, not calling out his rather obvious flattery.

"Altogether these sundries are too numerous and obviously of dubious origins; if sold to Cao, their value will be significantly reduced," Gao Yuan mused. "It would be best if there was another channel."

"It doesn’t matter if it’s a bit lower, we essentially picked them up for nothing," Luo Hongyan said with an unconcerned smile.

"Another channel..."

Pang Jian’s thoughts stirred, and thinking of the Sapling’s request, he suddenly said, "Find a place to settle down, I want to come down and move around, stretch my muscles a bit."

"Sure!"

Gao Yuan readily agreed, thinking Pang Jian, who had just broken through, wanted to test his own combat strength.

Moments later.

Cloud Sail stopped at another unremarkable Fragment Land, filled with mountains, valleys, and vegetation, yet where the Spiritual Energy was extremely scarce.

Randomly finding an abandoned wooden hut, he entered, closed the door behind him, and took out the materials to build a Ghost Altar.

"What are you doing?"

Luo Hongyan, who had followed him down, was filled with surprise.

"I need different types of saplings and all sorts of flower and grass seeds. I’m going to send a message to Dong Tianze to see if he can prepare some for me," Pang Jian replied truthfully.

Luo Hongyan paused, giving him a strangely bemused look, "Do you really think he would still bother with you?"

"I’m not asking for his Spirit Stones for free."

Pang Jian successfully set up the Ghost Altar and, after writing a short note on a slip of paper and slipping it into the slot, activated the array to send it off.

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