The Purgatory Calamity
Chapter 271 - 256: Level 8 Flame Dragon_1

Chapter 271: Chapter 256: Level 8 Flame Dragon_1

Misty dawn enveloped the Stone Forest.

A girl clad in black, with silver hair, had eyes steadfast and brimming with confidence. Her delicate and fair face seemed to radiate a mysterious glow.

"I know, I’ve always known."

Jiang Li smiled faintly, speaking softly, "You will be the pride of our Third Realm. All of us hope that you can gain glory for the youth of the Third Realm!"

Yang Rui had perished, Xie Xiwen had turned to dry bones.

The new generation capable of dazzling the Upper Realm was left with only her and Fang Boxuan.

In the Prayer Spirit Forbidden Land, and also Fang Boxuan in the Yuanmang Forbidden Land, there wasn’t much to praise.

Being a member of Red Mountain and a friend of Zhao Yuanqi, Jiang Li believed Zhao Yuanqi to be the strongest, far surpassing Fang Boxuan.

"Pang, what are your plans next?"

Han Duping suddenly asked.

Pang Jian was taken aback, and naturally looked towards the firmament.

"The Second Realm, the Sword Tower, right?"

Han Duping sighed with a yearning look, "Who would have thought, when we met you in the Solitude Mountain Range, you were just leading the way for the Ning and He families. Who could have imagined that you would soon enter the Second Realm, and as a Direct Disciple of the Tower Master no less?"

Pang Jian remained silent.

Currently, he planned to elevate his realm and strength as much as possible to prepare for the elimination of the Old Thunder Dragon in Dragon Cave.

Then, holding the "Gate of Prison," he hoped one day to break out of Purgatory and see what the outside world was like.

As for the Sword Tower, he was not in a hurry to go there.

"Let’s wait here for a moment. I’ll summon the people from the Qi family of Snow Peaks City to arrange a Cloud Sail to come over."

Zhao Yuanqi took out a Sound Transmission Talisman, released her thoughts, and then said, "Snow Peaks City, where the Qi family is located, is a bit far from us, and it may take a day or two."

"Pang."

Gao Yuan and Han Ting approached together.

"It is my honor to have met someone like Pang. Now..."

Gao Yuan glanced at Han Ting and said, "We do not plan to go to Snow Peaks City. We want to visit a place where Individual Cultivators gather to inquire about the situation in the Xuan You Continent."

Han Ting bowed in respect, her watery eyes conveying an unusual sentiment.

High Order Alien God Luo Hongyan, the Li family’s talented young girl, and Zhao Yuanqi before him, any woman who had even a slight connection with Pang Jian was an earth-shattering figure.

—Feeling inferior, she completely eliminated the thoughts in her heart.

Pang Jian nodded, then suddenly asked, "Gao Yuan, did your Cloud Sail crash?"

"Yeah." Gao Yuan smiled bitterly, saying, "Miss Zhao’s Red Rosy Clouds Boat was destroyed in the Prayer Spirit Forbidden Land, let alone my Cloud Sail. I had intended to anchor the Cloud Sail here and wait in it myself, but Luo... she was in a hurry at that time, so I risked bringing the Cloud Sail into it."

"What’s the worth of a Cloud Sail?" Pang Jian continued to inquire.

"Pang, I didn’t mean anything by it!" Gao Yuan hastily said.

"It’s about one hundred and fifty thousand Spirit Stones," Zhao Yuanqi said indifferently from the side.

"That’s fifteen hundred Spirit Jade." Pang Jian’s eyebrows twitched, and he took out Yang Rui’s storage ring and extracted two thousand Spirit Jade from it, pushing them towards Gao Yuan, insisting, "Please make sure to accept this!"

Seeing his adamant stance, Gao Yuan hesitated for a moment and then accepted it with a thousand thanks.

"After this farewell, I fear there will be no day of meeting again. Pang Jian, it has been a pleasure to know you."

Leaving behind those words, Han Ting reluctantly left with Gao Yuan.

Zhao Yuanqi exclaimed in surprise, "This storage ring, it looks familiar... Is it..."

"Got it from Yang Rui."

Pang Jian did not hide anything and even summoned the Nine Suns Tripod in front of her.

With a thought, he infused strands of the Power of the Sun, and immediately felt the previously halted arrays within the walls of the tripod begin to operate again with the infusion of new power.

"Whoosh! Whoosh whoosh!"

Nine blazing suns continuously released warm rays, drifting about within the walls of the tripod.

"You..."

Zhao Yuanqi and others looked at him as if they were looking at a monster.

In his hands, the Raging Sun Sect’s treasure seemed to show little difference from when it was with Yang Rui.

No matter what they thought, Pang Jian also mobilized the power of the Flame Pool and merged it into the Nine Suns Tripod.

"Whoomp!"

The nine suns that released the Fierce Sun’s glow were encircled by roaring flames, enhancing the might of the Nine Suns Tripod even further.

"Not bad, it still serves as a handy treasure even after leaving the Prayer Spirit Forbidden Land."

Pang Jian nodded in satisfaction.

"Whoosh!"

The Nine Suns Tripod, previously hovering in front of Pang Jian’s chest, suddenly flew uncontrollably into the air.

"Boom!"

The great tripod expanded wildly, and the nine suns on its walls, surrounded by the scorching flames, were completely engulfed.

It looked as though the flames were burning the nine great suns!

The power Pang Jian had infused was wiped out in an instant by a wild and aggressive force, causing Pang Jian to grunt in pain.

A streak of blood also appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Nice trinket."

A thunderous, haughty laugh suddenly erupted.

A fierce blaze shot out from some corner of the distant mountains, arriving in an instant where the Nine Suns Tripod was.

He grabbed the Nine Suns Tripod with one hand and landed thunderously before everyone.

The newcomer was a tall middle-aged man, his flesh as red as a cooked shrimp, with two conspicuous red jade horns curving from his forehead.

Simply standing in front of everyone, he brought with him waves of sweltering heat that seemed to turn the area into the site of a volcanic eruption.

"Who might you be from the Dragon Cave?"

Zhao Yuanqi’s face tensed with gravity, as she respectfully stepped forward to salute and said, "We come from Red Mountain."

Zhou Qingchen and the others paled with shock, hardly daring to breathe, continuously wiping the sweat from their foreheads.

"Dragon Cave!"

Pang Jian inwardly sneered, but his face remained expressionless as he quietly sized up this dragon from the Dragon Cave.

He had heard that dragons and Spirit Beasts could only transform into human form once they had reached the eighth level.

Therefore, this dragon before him who had transformed into human form was at least level eight!

Level eight corresponds to the Extinction Realm among cultivators!

"I am Long Yan."

The dragon from the Dragon Cave chuckled, completely disregarding Red Mountain as he asked, "Are there High Order Alien Gods from the Outer Realm still lurking in the Prayer Spirit Forbidden Land?"

"Long Yan..."

Zhao Yuanqi seemed to recognize the name and became even more cautious. Lowering her head, she said, "We’re not sure, but we didn’t encounter any Alien Gods when we left."

"Oh, it seems it has fled elsewhere."

Long Yan, holding the Nine Suns Tripod, pondered.

"Sir Long Yan, the Nine Suns Tripod belongs to Pang Jian; he is one of the direct disciples of the Tower Master."

Zhao Yuanqi whispered.

"Tower Master? Direct Disciple?"

Long Yan’s expression suddenly changed.

Without verifying whether it was true, he flicked his finger and sent the Nine Suns Tripod gliding to Pang Jian’s front, saying, "I just cleansed it of the Alien God’s evil force that was lurking inside for you, no need to thank me."

Because of the four words ’direct disciple of the Tower Master,’ the Nine Suns Tripod suddenly became too hot to handle.

As an eighth-level Flame Dragon, Long Yan didn’t dare to hold onto the Nine Suns Tripod any longer, hurriedly tossing it to Pang Jian.

Pang Jian watched him quietly.

"I genuinely didn’t know you were that guy’s disciple. I thought you were just another member of Red Mountain."

Long Yan explained with a grin.

He was clearly wary of the Sword Tower’s Tower Master and said with a guilty conscience, "I’ve returned the item to you, and I’ve even refined it a bit, so it should be even more convenient for you to use."

Pang Jian remained silent.

However, he did indeed feel that the Nine Suns Tripod, now back in his hands, had become unbearably hot to the touch and had acquired some strange dragon patterns.

"I’m a Flame Dragon from the Dragon Cave. Refining such a trinket is pure instinct for me. Rest assured, there’s no trace of my branding left inside; I’ve wiped it clean!"

Long Yan said with an embarrassed chuckle.

Everyone could see that he was extremely apprehensive of the Sword Tower’s Master, and he didn’t want his reckless actions to provoke the Master’s pursuit.

Pang Jian remained silent.

He had never held much affection for the Dragon Cave that dominated the Second Realm of the Saint Spirit Continent, and now he had witnessed firsthand just how domineering the dragons from the Dragon Cave could be.

Thankfully, the four words ’direct disciple of the Tower Master’ were significant enough; otherwise, there was no way he would have gotten the Nine Suns Tripod back.

"Give my regards to your Master on behalf of Long Yan."

With a radiant smile, Long Yan winked at Pang Jian, then soared into the sky.

In the sky, hundreds of feet above, Long Yan shook his body and revealed his True Body.

A dragon over a thousand zhang long with a body covered in red crystal armor appeared before everyone’s eyes.

As his dragon form emerged, the location of the onlookers was barraged by his intense and volatile dragon’s breath.

Many flowers, plants, and trees quietly began to burn, and he looked toward the Prayer Spirit Forbidden Land with a long and resounding dragon’s cry, then stretched out his dragon body and flew over.

"Whoosh! Whoosh whoosh!"

His red crystal-like Dragon Scales unfolded, with flames flying out, as if seeking to incinerate all creation and raining down upon the Prayer Spirit Forbidden Land.

Before long, explosive sounds of destruction erupted from the Prayer Spirit Forbidden Land.

The few altars, statues, and carvings that hadn’t been destroyed, along with the evil cultivators hiding away, suddenly fell victim to his vicious attack, turned to ash by his power.

"The strength of Level Eight Long Yandoesn’t come from a Divine Artifact, but from his own," Zhao Yuanqi thought bitterly. Watching the still crimson sky where Long Yan had disappeared, she said, "If he could have come earlier and then joined forces with that person from the Li Family, maybe..."

Sensing something amiss, she did not finish her sentence.

Noticing something off about Pang Jian’s expression, she promptly changed the subject, "Pang Jian, those dragons from the Dragon Cave all have bad tempers; you’ll get used to it. This time, it was your identity as a direct disciple of the Tower Master that earned his courteous treatment."

"Red Mountain doesn’t hold such sway."

"There’s no need for you to bear a grudge against the Dragon Cave over such a small matter. Long Yan was simply unaware of your true identity."

She faintly sensed Pang Jian’s animosity towards the Dragon Cave, and he had a deep sense of dissatisfaction watching Long Yan departing.

"I won’t," Pang Jian reassured, tucking away the hostility in his heart.

Even without this encounter with Long Yan, he treated the dragons from the Dragon Cave in the Saint Spirit Continent’s Second Realm as his greatest hypothetical enemy.

After all, there lay the Old Thunder Dragon who occupied the Thunder God’s Path, deep within the Dragon Cave.

Pang Jian had not forgotten that Long Yan had seized the Nine Suns Tripod without distinction and had inflicted light injuries on him while cleansing his Spiritual Power. He had noted this debt in his heart.

He would settle it all in due time.

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