The Purgatory Calamity
Chapter 261 - 246 Breaking the Inherent Rules_1

Chapter 261: Chapter 246 Breaking the Inherent Rules_1

"It turned out that through the Prayer Spirit Forbidden Land, a fragmented giant beehive had created a bee pupae!"

Without further thought, Pang Jian knew that the first bee pupa must be the queen, also known as the Bee King.

Afterwards, if new bee pupae appeared, they were definitely bred by the Bee King.

"Such a fast absorption rate!"

In a moment of stunned contemplation, Pang Jian realized that all one hundred and twenty-eight strands of Divine Sense were shrinking at an astonishing speed.

The consumption of Qi and Blood was just as intense!

He hurriedly took out a Soul Nourishing Pill, and pulled out barrels of fresh Ferocious Beast blood, consuming them amidst this sea of stone dust, to maintain an optimal combat state at all times.

...

The site of the former battle.

A giant stone wrapped on the surface with flesh and blood floated out of shattered bones and eerily hovered in midair.

"Shila!"

The layer of flesh covering the stone continued to tighten and merge slowly, as a beautiful female visage was gradually refined.

On this serene night, an entity not of this world manifested through a bloody method.

"Huff! Huff, huff!"

Many stone-carved spider legs, as well as His fragmented spider body, also began to rise from the ground.

He tried to connect the spider legs with the spider body through His Divine Power, forming a perfect whole.

His eyes, constantly rippling with the shimmer of waves, searched everywhere for a body to utilize, but failed to find another living creature to extract flesh and blood from.

Lacking additional flesh and blood, the spider body and spider legs, severed for countless years, could not be successfully fused.

This also meant that this Alien God Spirit currently only had a beautiful woman’s face, while the rest of its legs and body were still stone.

Therefore.

It floated and sank within the giant rock, flying away from this bloody land to search for new targets.

...

Hundreds of miles away.

A thirty-foot-tall Woodman, oozing with dense Filth Alien Power, wandered alone across the earth.

Whittled from wood, He also had a humanoid form, vaguely distinct facial features, and stiff limbs.

What distinguished Him from wooden statues were His greyish-brown pupils—full of intention that brought desolation to all living things.

Wherever He cast His gaze, plants, insects, and birds in the vicinity would wither and perish in an instant.

"Da-da! Da-da!"

His wooden legs, knocking against the cold, hard ground of the Prayer Spirit Forbidden Land, sounded like the God of Death tolling a death knell.

Gradually, a terrifying fluctuation that withered all life emanated from Him, affecting an area within thirty feet around Him.

A group of quarreling evil cultivators suddenly noticed Him wandering the desolate wilderness and began to worship Him.

He shook His head.

His sinister eyes, spreading desolation and death, looked at the assembled individual cultivators from afar.

Gradually, dozens of evil cultivators became devoid of life.

...

Within a deep valley of the Forbidden Land.

A dark yellow banner fluttered out from a shattered altar that had exploded into hundreds of pieces, tattered and fluttering in the wind.

The banner’s surface had dozens of holes, as if pierced through by blades.

Suddenly, the several holes transformed into alien eyes.

It was as if a secret existence from another world brought its many eyes up to the flag, using the holes as windows to scrutinize the strange world below.

"Hoo! Woowoo!"

The banner flapped in the wind.

Strange murmurs emanated from those eye-like holes, resembling the communication between numerous lives.

It was also as if they were the quarrelsome thoughts of one God Spirit, clashing with one another.

...

Amidst the stone dust.

Pang Jian looked wan as he took out another Soul Nourishing Pill and consumed it, allowing the bee pupa inside the copper badge to greedily draw upon his mental and spiritual energy.

The moment he sensed a deficiency in Qi and Blood, he would frantically devour Ferocious Beast meat and guzzle the blood of higher-tier beasts.

For the growth of the Bee King’s pupa, he spared no resource.

Unaware of how long it had lasted or how many Soul Nourishing Pills he had consumed, squandering so much flesh and blood of the Ferocious Beasts.

Finally, the Bee King, which was still in the form of a bee pupa, stopped its boundless demands on him.

It was also at this time that a consciousness not yet clearly articulated, released from it.

It pleaded with Pang Jian to gather... Divine Consciousness.

Pang Jian, not yet fully recovered, and still feeling dizzy, had no idea what Divine Consciousness was.

When he tried to communicate with the bee pupa through his mental spirit, he found that the bee pupa had entered a dormant state and was no longer responding to him.

"Divine Consciousness, could it actually be the Divine Sense in my Sea of Consciousness? No, if it were Divine Sense, it wouldn’t require me to collect it."

"Divine... Only so-called God Spirits should possess divinity."

"Could it be?"

Pang Jian had a bold conjecture.

A moment later, having recovered most of his energy and combat power, Pang Jian started moving again in the Prayer Spirit Forbidden Land.

Soon, a God Spirit sculpted out of dark black roots by an Alien God Spirit, chopped into pieces, appeared before Pang Jian’s eyes.

There were no carcasses or bones of living creatures around the carved form of the God Spirit, nor any other apparent abnormalities.

"This situation is worth a try."

He leaned closer and touched the wooden fragments with the bronze plaque.

"Bang!"

A piece of dark green wood turned into flying sawdust.

A breath so faint it was nearly indiscernible seeped out from the wood that had turned to dust, getting sucked into the bronze plaque.

"It really works!"

Grasping the bronze plaque named Purgatory Gate, he began striking the other dark green root fragments one by one.

Every time a piece of wood instantly turned into dust, he sensed a very weak breath being opportunistically absorbed by the bronze plaque in his hand.

"Is this the so-called Divine Consciousness inside?"

Afterward, he ventured through the Prayer Spirit Forbidden Land with excitement and caution.

He tried touching the bronze plaque to every fragmented altar, stone statue, and wood carving he encountered along the way.

Some altars, statues, and carvings would turn to dust when struck by the bronze plaque, with a thread of weak breath being collected.

However, most altar stones did not contain any remnants of divine strangeness, and no extraordinary changes occurred when struck by the plaque.

"Perhaps, some God Spirits could not resist the test of prolonged time and have already perished in some Alien Lands,"

Pang Jian silently speculated.

One day, he turned a shattered stone statue into dust with the bronze plaque.

A thread of mysterious Alien Power quietly slipped into his Sea of Consciousness.

In the blink of an eye, at the cavity beneath his Sea of Consciousness, a new strand of... Divine Sense sprouted!

The total number of Pang Jian’s Divine Senses increased from one hundred twenty-eight to one hundred twenty-nine!

He was astonished to find that he had broken a fundamental rule for Cultivators!

That rule was—The total number of Divine Senses for Hollow Profound Realm cultivators is fixed early on, and cannot ever be changed afterward.

He was now in the middle phase of the Hollow Profound Realm, and due to the bronze plaque absorbing threads of Divine Consciousness, he had managed to refine another strand of Divine Sense!

His case was clearly different from the rules of other Hollow Profound Realm cultivators!

"After the Divine Sense breaks one hundred, every additional ten strands represent an entirely new world. I’m at one hundred twenty-nine, and if I could refine one or two more, to cross the threshold of one hundred thirty..."

Pang Jian’s heart surged with excitement.

According to Ye Fei, in the last eight hundred years, no one in the Second Realm had a total number of Divine Senses that could cross the one hundred thirty threshold.

Yet the existence of Divine Consciousness and the wonders of that bronze plaque gave Pang Jian hope.

"I must give it a try."

In the following period, Pang Jian gathered the fragments of the broken altars in Prayer Spirit Forbidden Land with even greater effort.

Two days later, with new gains, he refined another new strand of Divine Sense.

"One hundred thirty strands!"

Pang Jian’s eyes shone with joy.

After another day, he suddenly saw fragments of the Star River Alliance’s Golden Coach.

He also saw a giant hand with a wrist stuck in the ground, its palm open toward the sky.

The great hand, not made in a human shape, was actually constructed from the bones of some giant beast, not from stone.

This peculiarly shaped altar appeared like a tremendous hand stretching out from deep within the earth.

At this moment.

In the palm of the giant hand sat a familiar girl—Xie Xiwen from the Star River Alliance.

Chopped "finger bones" scattered beside the altar, amongst which lay the corpse of Shen Lei, the Protector.

Two aged Star River Alliance Elders lay there as well, long dead, yet with happy smiles on their faces.

In such a strange atmosphere, the shapely Xie Xiwen was meditating serenely.

Her expression was tranquil, and a powerful vitality surged from within her.

Pang Jian, slowly approaching, viewed her from all angles, ready to flee at any moment.

Suddenly.

Her pale cheeks, with long eyelashes, fluttered slightly, as if about to awaken from meditation.

It was then.

Pain spread across her face, as if enduring inhuman torture, propelled by some terrible force urging her body and soul.

Her lips trembled but no sound came out.

Yet Pang Jian understood the words she tried to mouth, which were... save me, save me, can anyone save me?

"Boom!"

Pang Jian’s head throbbed with pain, as though countless hammers were striking his skull, almost causing him to mentally collapse.

He not only halted immediately but also began to back away step by step.

His eyes and attention remained fixed on Xie Xiwen at the special altar, murmuring bitterly, "Sorry, I’m not capable of helping you, I don’t want to risk my life."

In the Yuan Mang Fragmented Lands, this girl had shown him rare kindness, one of the few willing to speak up for him.

But he was genuinely unable to help.

"Xie Xiwen’s" lustrous lips moved again.

"Young man."

She spoke softly.

Pang Jian immediately felt a chill throughout his body, realizing she had opened her closed eyes, her pupils shining a silver light, gazing at him with an intriguing look.

Under the stars and moon, her elegant and ethereal aura made her seem like a spirit maiden.

But Pang Jian dared not admire her, nor show the slightest disrespect; instead, his steps continued to take him farther away.

She patted the spot beside her and said with a blossoming smile, "Come over here and sit with me for a while, won’t you?"

Her voice was pleasant, with a kind of magic power that made one willingly obey; just listening to her voice made Pang Jian feel dizzy as if drunk.

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