The Purgatory Calamity
Chapter 200 - 185 Potential Development_1

Chapter 200: Chapter 185 Potential Development_1

Lakebed.

Having spoken his last sentence, Pang Jian withdrew the Spiritual Power Strong Shield’s radiant glow and submerged himself completely in the lake water.

He knew that Yuanmang was in chaos at the moment, and also knew the Different Kinds’ warriors he had released were fighting with Human Race cultivators.

As the mastermind behind the scenes, the one who brought the so-called "evil Different Kinds" to Yuan Mang Fragmented Lands, Pang Jian felt little guilt in his heart.

Cao Mang, Madam Hua, Jiuyuan, Lou Yunming—these cultivators who relied on their own powerful realms and the profound depths of their Sects—had thoroughly infuriated him with their actions in Yuanmang.

The Different Kinds will eventually ascend to heaven.

They were supposed to be the first to come to the Fourth Realm, searching for numerous rare Spiritual Materials in the major Fragment Lands of the Fourth Realm.

Rather than let the many cities of ordinary people in the Fourth Realm bear such tribulations, it was better to leave it to the cultivators of the Third Realm to deal with.

The Different Kinds’ warriors and Ferocious Beasts he released were all below level seven, exactly the level that the Sect forces of the Third Realm could handle.

"Since you’ve entered this path of cultivation, you should have this awareness. In the exploration of Forbidden Lands and Spiritual lands, you might also encounter level six Ferocious Beasts and Spirit Beasts, so just treat this as a difficult cultivation challenge," he consoled himself.

Comforting himself, Pang Jian burrowed back into the silt at the bottom of the pool and extravagantly took out Spirit Jade to cultivate with.

"Innate Realm, late stage..."

Musing over the profound secrets written in the "Pot Heaven Nourishing Qi Spell," he skillfully gathered Spiritual Power, moving it along the meridians from the Spiritual Sea upwards, passing the chest cavity to infiltrate the neck.

His attention intensely focused, he did not dare to be the slightest bit careless.

Just when the Spiritual Power seeped into his neck, he felt a prickling sensation, so he became even more cautious.

Qi Refinement, Meridians Channeling, and Marrow Cleaning—the cultivation of the first three minor realms required Spiritual Power to circulate through the internal organs and bones, opening up various meridians that connected the limbs.

Only, it had never involved the area above the neck—the brain.

Even the critical neck area below the brain was something cultivators did not dare to rashly temper before.

This was because the neck and brain were too sensitive and special; a slight misstep could result in, at best, deviation and madness, and at worst, instant death.

Without precise and subtle control of Spiritual Power, without reaching an extremely delicate level, one should never attempt to develop the brain domain with Spiritual Power.

Every cultivator had to first reach the point where Spiritual Power could dissipate through all the pores and form a protective strong shield before daring to try to open the area above the neck.

"I should be able to do it," Pang Jian quietly said to himself.

"Sss! Sssss!"

Spiritual Power, several times finer than a strand of hair, condensed into bundles of faint blue light, carefully following the meridians in the neck, inch by inch, slowly infiltrating upward towards the brain.

This time, he was many times more cautious than when he initially opened the eight extraordinary meridians of hands and feet.

He knew one careless move and the fragile vessels in his neck could burst open, with the outcome being self-evident.

Finally!

The first faint strand of Spiritual Power successfully crossed the fine neck meridians and entered the brain domain; he felt numerous finer channels than his own Spiritual Power.

Those channels weren’t meridians but nerve fibers related to the heart’s energy and spirit, governing memory, emotions, and thoughts.

He tried to split the first strand of Spiritual Power, making it even smaller and finer, and let it seep deep into those nerve fibers.

After an indeterminate amount of time, he felt his perception had improved.

From the bottom of Jade Lake, he could hear the movements of distant fish and felt the mild tremors of the earth.

The tremors seemed to occur ten miles away.

"What an extraordinary sensation, so the late stage of the Innate Realm is about developing the brain and stimulating the body’s life potential in preparation for the condensation of Divine Sense. Life Vitality..."

Pang Jian murmured to himself and suddenly thought of the three leaves covering the heart, which contained Life Vitality. Within those green leaves was the Life Vitality that could not only help Han Ting detoxify but also extend the life of Mu Yuan of the Wood Tribe.

Suddenly, in Pang Jian’s mind, another scene involuntarily emerged.

The Yanshan chieftain of the Cyclops in Ice-rock City, to extend his son Aman’s life, traded with an Ice Demon whose whereabouts were unknown, acquiring an odd green liquid.

Could that green liquid have come from another Corrosion Boundary Vine?

In that ancient, bygone era, did the mysterious Ice Demon find a Corrosion Boundary Vine and obtain life-extending liquid from it?

The Ice Demon wouldn’t have also been in the Fifth Realm back then, would he?

Various thoughts flickered through his mind, and Pang Jian felt that his thinking had become more expansive, approaching problems much more profoundly, as though his wisdom had been slightly sublimated.

"Life Vitality, the brain development in the late Innate Realm, stimulating life’s potential..."

A flash of insight quietly crossed his mind.

Apart from nourishing the brain domain’s nerve fibers with exceedingly fine and detailed Spiritual Power, he attempted to gather the power from the three green leaves covering his heart.

"Whoosh! Whoosh whoosh!"

Threads of Life Vitality, much faster than the Spiritual Power as they flew along the numerous fine meridians of his neck toward the brain, reached there in the blink of an eye! Unlike the blue glow of Spiritual Power, this strange energy, which emanated an aura of green, reached his brain domain instantly, like spring water revitalising parched earth, quickly permeating countless nerve fibers.

Pang Jian, buried in the silt at the bottom of the lake, suddenly found his head shrouded in a green radiance, as though wearing a green helmet.

"It truly works!"

Pang Jian excitedly realized.

And at that moment, he was amazed to find that when operating the "Pot Heaven Nourishing Qi Spell," he no longer needed to be without distracting thoughts, nor did he have to deliberately still his mind.

Once the brain domain was developed, many wonders naturally emerged!

The Life Vitality given by the Sapling promised to hugely elevate his cultivation in the late stages of the Innate Realm, and perhaps even his entire Hollow Profound Realm!

He had a vague feeling that the Life Vitality’s ability to heal serious limb injuries was just a minor function.

Benefitting the brain, enhancing the potential of life, and continuously improving spiritual intelligence—it seems that these are the correct ways to utilize Life Vitality!

An hour later.

Pang Jian, who consciously felt an obvious improvement in perception, insight, hearing, and smell, connected with the Sapling in an instant and released his will: "Give me some Life Vitality."

"Hu! Huhu!"

As soon as this thought arose, the three leaves covering his heart turned green and glowing again.

Pang Jian rejoiced in his heart and quickly gathered the Life Vitality from those three leaves again, continuing to infiltrate his brain in the most efficient way to cultivate.

...

The Fifth Peak.

At the waist of the mountain, a figure suddenly appeared under an old tree embedded in the cliffside.

"He managed to get away?"

He looked up at Gao Yuan’s Cloud Sail, which was slowly leaving the Fifth Peak, seemingly transparent and unnoticed by the Different Kinds and Ferocious Beasts, gradually disappearing from his view.

"Are the warriors of the Heaven Clan and the Devil Scale Tribe all blind?"

He frowned and whispered to himself.

He had watched with his own eyes how this strange Cloud Sail, having disengaged from Yuan Mang Fragmented Lands, descended slowly from the high altitude.

The Cloud Sail stopped gracefully mid-air at the Fifth Peak, picked up Luo Hongyan and Qi Qingsong, and then easily flew away from Yuan Mang.

He found it extremely peculiar.

Similar Cloud Sails, as soon as they rose several dozens of meters into the air, were either shattered by Devil Scale Tribe warriors riding black-winged dragons or smashed to smithereens by Cyclops.

Yet, this particular Cloud Sail was the exception.

"They all know Pang Jian, but they left without taking him along, that kid..."

Muttering to himself, the figure shuddered and in a moment transformed into Huang Qi, who had the face of a rat and the head of a deer. He squinted towards the direction of Jade Lake and said, "That kid, it’s said he went to the borderlands where the Alien Tribes are emerging. I fear the odds are more perilous than hopeful."

"He took the Great Creation Sacred Body; if he truly cultivates it, he’s considered... my Sect fellow."

"Under the pressure of Yang Rui from Raging Sun Sect, he even sold me the pair of eyes from the Red-eyed Demon Wolf. The little guy is not bad; I will pay a little attention to his wellbeing."

"..."

Huang Qi talked to himself and quietly vanished from the middle of the mountain.

...

Night fell.

There was no Bright Moon in the sky that night, only sparse stars scattered sparsely across the deep expanse.

In the Yuan Mang Fragmented Lands populated by Cao the oddity, every mountain peak, valley, forest, and rocky terrain was erupting in fierce battles.

Individual Cultivators from the Third Realm, Elders and outstanding members from various Sects, upon discovering that the Flying Spirit Artifacts were monopolized by Different Kinds and were trapped in Yuan Mang unable to leave, also unleashed astonishing fighting power.

Many warriors of the Different Kinds and Ferocious Beasts of the fifth level perished throughout the lands of Yuan Mang.

The First Peak.

This most towering and majestic mountain was now enveloped in brilliant radiance.

The numerous caves carved out layer by layer on thirty-six levels suddenly filled with dense Spiritual Power.

The ingeniously crafted Arrays buried under the stone paths in front of the caves were revealed, trapping the approaching Ferocious Beasts and causing the warriors of the Ghost Clan and the Devil Scale Tribe to reel with dizziness.

The sons of great families and frustrated Individual Cultivators took the opportunity to kill a batch of Different Kinds and Ferocious Beasts.

The First Peak of Yuan Mang, carefully managed by Cao and Madam Hua, gradually began to show its dominance.

The Different Kinds warriors who entered, as well as the Ferocious Beasts of the fifth and sixth levels, were in for a disaster while climbing the mountain due to a terrifying great array that was suddenly activated on the First Peak.

Cao Mang and Madam Hua defended the summit of the First Peak, using the formidable Arrays within the mountain to resist the surging offensive of the Alien Tribes.

The brilliance of the First Peak, the power that erupted suddenly, inspired many Human Race Cultivators, who rushed toward the First Peak.

"I underestimated that old Cao indeed!"

Liang Ying of the Star River Alliance said, her eyes shining brightly.

She twirled a large umbrella, and as the ribs of the umbrella rotated, they splattered dazzling starlight in all directions.

"Crack!"

She activated a hidden Array, and the ribs of the umbrella suddenly detached from the main body, like dozens of sword blades, spearing several warriors of the Ghost Clan who were riding Ghost Apes.

"Tonight, the stars are not brilliant enough, and the power of the Star-shattering Umbrella cannot be fully exhibited," Liang Ying hummed.

"Whoosh! Whoosh whoosh!"

The blood-soaked umbrella ribs, having flown out from the bodies of those Ghost Clan warriors, returned to the umbrella.

Members of the Star River Alliance under her protection looked up to see the stars re-formed on the umbrella, now stained red with blood.

Liang Ying twirled the umbrella handle again, and the blood droplets carried back by the ribs splattered outward.

Five hundred meters away, a Ghost Clan warrior sitting on a Ghost Ape’s shoulder, who was even shorter than the diminutive Cao Mang, had a green face and sharp, monstrous fangs, and let out a shrill, piercing scream.

A group of Ghost Clan warriors riding on the large Ghost Apes stopped their assault on Liang Ying, who was using the Star-shattering Umbrella to cover her Sect members.

"Go!"

After saying just that one word in a somewhat awkward and broken Human Race language, he led dozens of Ghost Clan warriors in retreat.

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