The Purgatory Calamity
Chapter 268 - 253: Divine Might!_1

Chapter 268: Chapter 253: Divine Might!_1

Only a moment had passed.

The Sect Master of Yin Spirit Temple and the Sect Master of Blood Moon had successively met their demise at the hands of Luo Hongyan.

The death of two great cultivators of the Soul Wandering Realm shocked everyone, exposing them to the terror of a high-order alien god.

"Don’t go out, and try not to look at Him,"

Li Yuqing once again softly cautioned in a reminder.

"Moreover, the techniques of Yin Spirit Temple and Blood Moon originally come from the Blood Spirit Sect. The one who took possession of Luo Hongyan’s body must have figured out the secrets of the Blood Spirit Sect’s skills, allowing Him to effectively handle Yin Yiqing and Tang Hongxiong."

"Everyone stay close to me. As long as you don’t leave the area I’m in, if He tries to attack you, it will touch upon this sword sea of mine."

She called everyone over.

Upon hearing her words, even the individual cultivators farthest away hurried over, squeezing beside the stone pillar where she stood.

At the same time, the wooden puppets infused with filth alien power suddenly approached from behind the crowd.

By the time the wooden puppets reached the coverage of the silvery white Sword Sea,

"Hiss hiss!"

Suddenly, sword lights that tore through heaven and earth turned into a cascade of falling meteors.

His eyes, through which death and withering intent seeped, now showed a trace of pain.

His ten-zhang-tall wooden body was also slashed with many crevices by the sword light.

He abruptly stopped in his tracks and swiftly retreated dozens of zhang before he finally avoided that terrifying sword sea.

This encounter also informed Him why their leader wanted to use the Eyes of Deceit to first entice Yin Yiqing and Tang Hongxiong to strike proactively.

It turns out the sword-bearing young girl’s fearsomely sharp Sword Sea was indeed daunting.

"Prepare yourselves for death,"

Li Yuqing suddenly spoke again.

She did not look at the people below but gazed calmly at Luo Hongyan hovering in the void, saying, "I don’t have experience fighting high-order alien gods. I can only assure you I will do my best to fend Him off. But if... I feel it’s not possible to stop Him, then I will leave the Prayer Spirit Forbidden Land."

The crowd’s eyes filled with despair.

They had all placed their hopes in her, expecting her to protect them and lead them to defeat the alien gods from the Outer Realm one by one.

But no one had anticipated that she would dash their hopes so thoroughly.

"I will not spout empty platitudes nor fabricate lies to deceive you. In short, if I can protect you, I will; if I can’t, don’t blame me,"

the young girl said indifferently.

Pang Jian also looked over in surprise. He had thought the words she had spoken earlier were only for herself.

He believed she intended to keep everyone in the dark and then suddenly escape once she realized it was hopeless.

However, she plainly shared her plans.

"If you have any last words, it’s best to leave a letter now. I will help bring them out and deliver them to your Sects,"

she began instructing everyone to prepare for the worst.

Fang Boxuan of Blood Moon, Han Zhiyuan of Yin Spirit Temple, including the numerous individual cultivators, all stared at her blankly.

"Miss Li, above, above..."

Ling Meiyu looked up eagerly at the sky.

"Within Prayer Spirit Forbidden Land, the transmission devices that work through spirit arrays are all disabled. I can’t contact my family either," Li Yuqing shook her head.

Ling Meiyu grew even more desperate.

Then, the Alliance Hierarch of the Star River Alliance actually took out paper and pen and began to write thoughtfully.

Pang Jian glanced over and saw she was specifying a new Alliance Hierarch for the Star River Alliance. It seemed she was also explaining that the death of Xie Xiwen was caused by the occupation by an alien god from the Outer Realm and not the fault of the Star River Alliance.

Following her, Han Zhiyuan, Zhao Yuanqi of Red Mountain, and others also started to write their last words.

At that moment, Pang Jian’s thoughts stirred as he tried to sense the Mysterious Turtle.

He immediately saw the Mysterious Turtle, and the Panshi Fragment Land, which was once again vacant with Dong Tianze gone, absorbing nature’s spiritual energy from its surroundings below the Meteorite Sea.

"If the senses are there, then with the peculiar nature of the Gate of Purgatory, teleportation should also be possible,"

Pang Jian’s eyes flickered.

He looked toward Zhou Qingchen, Han Duping, Jiang Li, and others nearby.

He thought, if the situation really became untenable, he should figure out a way to securely send away those he cared about before Li Yuqing decided to leave.

"Burrowing!"

A flash of spiritual light emerged, and he immediately realized how to evacuate those he cared about from Prayer Spirit Forbidden Land.

Immediately, he quietly pulled Gao Yuan, Han Ting, Zhao Yuanqi, and others close to his side,

So that when he "burrowed," he could form a bright wave of light overhead and safely send them away.

"Whoosh whoosh! Whoosh whoosh!"

Luo Hongyan in the high sky, with one hand holding the "Monument of the Dead," and the other grasping the large blood well, poured His two strands of Divine Power into them.

The powerful spiritual artifacts of Yin Yiqing and Tang Hongxiong were being transformed by His Divine Power, stamped with marks belonging to Him.

Inside the Monument and the blood well, the original spirit array networks were being tampered with, altered into a new structure that could be activated in the Prayer Spirit Forbidden Land by such an Alien God.

As He did this, the few alien gods temporarily obeying Him all waited with great patience,

It seemed they all understood that only His power could break through the sword-bearing young girl’s Sword Sea, enabling them to take this place with the least losses.

After a while,

"Huff!"

Luo Hongyan’s immense and stunning divine body drifted into the high depths of the sky, where the giant lotus flowers also bloomed across the heavens.

Having refined himself with the Monument of the Dead and the Blood Well, He gazed down from the high sky like a real God Spirit, overlooking everything below.

He watched the deep sea formed by the convergence of sword lights.

He also watched the wide, silver-white greatsword embedded within that sea of sword lights.

In one hand He held the Monument of the Dead, and in the other, the Blood Well, regarding Li Yuqing with a serene, water-like gaze.

Suddenly, the hand holding the Monument of the Dead made the first move, pressing down towards the sea of swords below.

Nine great rivers of the underworld emerged, mixed with countless Spirit Evils and inscriptions, flying out from the massive Monument and cascading mightily into the sword sea below.

At this moment, He was like the Sovereign of the Ghosts of the Dead, the ultimate destiny for the souls of all realms.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Then more streams of thick, bloody rivers soared out from the massive Blood Well, encircling His colossal divine frame.

His body, forged from the Crystal-clear Snow Lotus, drew vibrant life from these streams of blood, causing the exposed flesh to shine with the luster of precious crystals.

Behind Him in the void, an endless array of bright red lotuses, and lotuses as clear as Cold Crystals, suddenly bloomed into existence.

Lotus leaves as small universes, strange species appeared out of nowhere, worshiping Him from atop the petals and leaves.

Countless species, in languages unknown to all, shouted and sang praises to Him.

The entire world echoed with the grand sound of all beings singing His greatness.

In the present Prayer Spirit Forbidden Land, He was like the king of all Alien Gods!

His divine might, with Him at the center, instantly covered every nook and cranny of the Forbidden Land!

Pang Jian, Zhou Qingchen, Ling Meiyu, Zhao Yuanqi, Fang Boxuan, Han Zhiyuan...

Everyone but Li Yuqing was involuntarily captivated by Him, all looking up at Him, as if subdued by His vast divine might.

Many Individual Cultivators with frail will, like those strange species on the lotus leaves, had also knelt down in worship.

Gao Yuan and Han Ting, too, found themselves kneeling on one knee unwittingly, awkwardly raising their heads to gaze at Him, their mouths chanting phrases they themselves could not understand.

The reminders and warnings from Li Yuqing lost all significance as He began to display His divine might.

"Boom! Boom, boom, boom!"

The nine rivers from the underworld, carrying the Spirit Evil inscriptions, cascaded like waterfalls, entering the fully manifested sea of swords!

Within the dazzling silver-white sword sea, streams of sword lights, like thousands of silver dragonfish, clashed with the divine power within the nine rivers.

The tearing Sword Intent that seeped from the sword lights erased the remnants of the Spirit Evil’s will, crushing the inscriptions carrying divine might.

The girl in green faced the ordeal with solemnity, a giant silver-white greatsword above her head, her hands continuously changing through sword gestures.

"Swish! Swish, swish!"

Streams of sword light one after another flew from her hands forming sword seals, surging into that sea of sword lights above her head.

"Hum! Hum, hum!"

The strange sounds of swords humming arose from the mysterious sea of swords, and many sharp sword lights suddenly manifested the Great Tao Truth.

The sounds of the swords, akin to the physical representation of Sword Principles, transformed into entities with spiritual consciousness.

In the depths of the void, Luo Hongyan, becoming ever more imposing, revealed a trace of admiration in her eyes.

The hand holding the massive Blood Well also descended upon the vast sea of swords below, becoming increasingly larger, while the great well in His palm became correspondingly smaller.

Gradually, compared to His vast palm, the great well seemed as tiny as a grain of sand.

His palm, like red crystal, unconsciously began to cover the sky, as if blanketing the entire sky of the Prayer Spirit Forbidden Land.

Everyone looked up to see a red crystal sky Curtain covering everything!

"Boom!"

The red crystal sky Curtain suddenly compressed downwards.

An unimaginable divine might crushed many to their knees, their kneecaps shattering, compelling them to kneel.

However, those who had already kneeled and worshipped Luo Hongyan seemed unaffected.

They continued singing praises to Luo Hongyan.

Immobilized by Luo Hongyan’s supreme majesty, they spilled incoherent speech that even they couldn’t understand and miraculously remained unharmed amid the oppressive heavenly might.

Pang Jian, who cultivated the Great Creation Sacred Body to the Phantom Bone Realm, was still able to stand steadfast despite the overwhelming heavenly might.

Yet, Zhou Qingchen, Jiang Li, Han Duping, after their kneecaps shattered, knelt down as well.

Zhao Yuanqi was struggling to hold on, blood streaming down from the corners of her mouth. After wiping it away, fresh blood reemerged, as if never to be fully cleansed.

Pang Jian looked elsewhere and noticed that Great Cultivators in the Spirit Condensation Realm like Ling Meiyu and Han Zhiyuan were also in agony.

"Pang Jian, get ready. I will take you away soon. He is far stronger than I had imagined," whispered Li Yuqing’s thought inside Pang Jian’s mind.

Pang Jian looked up.

And he saw the girl standing on top of a black pillar, who tried to protect everyone, her mouth too streaming with ceaseless blood.

Her hands forming sword seals were lacerated with numerous slender cuts, the bones beneath the skin gruesomely exposed.

Facing a High Order Alien God, even as strong as she was, could not bear it and began to think of retreat.

But just like she had said, she had already used all her strength, and she too had sustained injuries under Luo Hongyan’s apocalyptic divine might.

"Pang Jian, prepare to leave with me; if you don’t, you will die here," came Li Yuqing’s voice again.

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