The Purgatory Calamity
Chapter 321 - 302 Dissolve Hatreds with a Smile_1

Chapter 321: Chapter 302 Dissolve Hatreds with a Smile_1

Inside Pang Jian’s body.

The "Creation Divine Pool" reserved for storing Qi and Blood surged violently, as a dense blood mist was drawn out to nourish the newly born bee pupae.

"Ming Prison Soul Bee."

Observing the bee insect with transparent wings and the rest of its body shimmering in gold within the Sea of Consciousness, Pang Jian silently pondered.

When the Wood Tribe’s Kaz from the Outer Realm, a follower of the God of the Jungle, initially attached his Divine Consciousness to a wooden sculpture to try and corrupt Pang Jian’s Sea of Consciousness, he did not utter the four words "Ming Prison Soul Bee."

This time, in the depths of the Mysterious Fog of Absolute Sky Forbidden Land, the God of the Jungle, in fear, revealed the origin of the bee insect.

This matter was full of oddities and strangeness.

At that time, did he not recognize it? Not understand the bee insect’s background?

After some deliberation, was it only after another encounter with the bee insect within the Mysterious Fog of the Absolute Sky Forbidden Land that he confirmed the bee insect as the so-called Ming Prison Soul Bee?

Could it be that Ming Prison, like Purgatory, is also a similar world?

If the Golden Bee Insect originated from Ming Prison and not found in Purgatory, how could it appear in the Insect Valley of the Solitude Mountain Range?

"It’s one thing to bring a Dark Giant Python from the Eternal Darkness of the Fifth Realm. The Mysterious Turtle and the Corrosion Boundary Vine might have significant origins, but after all, they are strange species that Purgatory originally had."

"Bee insects, especially golden ones, being products of the Outer Realm, that’s truly shocking news."

The more Pang Jian thought about it, the more startled he became.

Subconsciously, he touched the "Purgatory Gate" on his chest and secretly suspected that this artifact could penetrate the Boundary Wall of Purgatory and reach other worlds similar to Purgatory.

Otherwise, there is no explaining the origin of the bee insect.

The skies outside.

The dark battleship, severely damaged in many areas, with flames spewing outward, flew towards the fragmented land filled with fiery lava rivers beneath the volcano seats.

Enshrouded in a pitch-black cloak, the hunched figure of the shadow of the Alien God from the Outer Realm, supported the dark battleship with one hand.

The cloak, though there was no wind to stir it, waved frantically, connecting to one new world after another, and countless creatures of Alien Tribes worshiping Him channeling streaks of power across the void.

He casually swept his silver trident, forming numerous silvery galaxies across the sky, spreading across the void behind Him.

The Alien Power that twisted the void emerged, making those sparkling galaxies appear as if they layered space itself.

This, in turn, meant that Fu Wangchen and Zhuang Yuyan, both cultivators in the Spirit Condensation Realm, could no longer lock onto His soul projection.

"Rise!"

The Ghost Clan general who seemed to merge into one with Him bellowed.

In the forests, swamps, wilderness, and valleys of the Absolute Sky Forbidden Land.

"Whoosh! Whoosh whoosh!"

Hundreds of bizarrely shaped beings of Alien Tribes, some commandeering battle chariots, some riding white horses, some eight-limbed giants, were drawn out like rust attracted by a magnet by the gradually expanding pitch-black cloak.

Those Alien Tribes clinging to the cloak appeared like a swarm of insects, following Him and the battleship into the distance.

A moment later.

"Whoosh!"

Upon entering the blazing lands of Fragment Land, His vast soul projection, the dark battleship He was floating, and the many Alien Tribes clinging to the cloak, disappeared in an instant.

As if from one world, they had directly entered another realm.

"What we see may not be the reality,"

Qi Qingsong uttered in astonishment.

Standing atop Black Iron Mountain, no matter how closely he observed the fragmented land with many volcanoes, he could not see the Ghost Clan’s ship nor the image of that Alien God.

Zhuang Yuyan, piloting her sword high in the sky, turned to look at the genius from the Desolated Terrains who had retracted his Ancient God Dharma into his body, even closing his third eye, and asked, "Fu Wangchen, do you notice anything unusual?"

At this time, the cultivators from the Desolated Terrains, riding golden Rocs, began landing on the giant birds.

One by one, the golden Rocs turned into drops of Divine Blood, merging like raindrops into the ocean, blending back into the crystalline Divine Bones.

"I can’t see either,"

Fu Wangchen shook his head.

After counting the numbers, he spoke in a grave tone, "We have lost thirteen people."

A burly man, his presence as formidable as a cyan iron pillar, exclaimed as if a mountain was collapsing, "But we also killed many times more of the Ghost Clan!"

With a furrowed brow, he added, "However, compared to those we’ve hunted in the Fifth Realm before, they were much stronger."

The Desolated Terrains, being a dominant Sect from the First Realm of Purgatory, would periodically organize their disciples to venture into the Eternal Darkness of the Fifth Realm for training.

Consequently, the majority of cultivators from the Desolated Terrains had come into contact with Alien Tribes.

They had naturally slain many of the Ghost Clan before and hadn’t thought much of it.

But now, thirteen had died.

"This is the true strength of the Ghost Clan."

A woman, her black hair fastened with bird feathers, interjected, "The Ghost Clan we subdued in the Fifth Realm, living in the Eternal Darkness with scarce and limited resources, could never reach their peak combat strength."

"No. If the Third Realm and the Second Realm are also overcome by Alien Tribes from the Lower Realm, the warriors of the Heaven Clan, Ghost Clan, and Devil Scale Tribe should be able to regain their original strength."

"Only now do I realize that our world of Purgatory is just one among the vast cosmos."

"Indeed, we are not unique or the most favored by the heavens."

Having encountered other worlds, these cultivators from the Desolated Terrains began to understand they were not the main characters of the cosmos.

They discussed with mixed sighs and comments.

"Junior Brother Fu, what should we do next?" Lu Jie from the Desolated Terrains, gazing towards three other mystical fragmented lands, asked, "Should we go and explore each one right away?"

After a moment of silence, Fu Wangchen said, "Let’s first figure out the fragmented land beneath our feet."

"That’s also good."

Lu Jie expressed her agreement, then gestured toward Black Iron Mountain and said, "Come, to our Sky Peng Battleship."

On the Ghost Clan’s ship, they fought shoulder to shoulder with Qi Qingsong and others, destroying one black crystal cannon after another and jointly killing many Ghost Clan warriors.

Although it was their first encounter, the battle had brought them closer together.

"No, we are going down," Qi Qingsong said with a smile, waving his hand and explaining, "We have friends in the forest below."

Black Iron Mountain headed straight for the dense jungle.

"Can you hold on?"

Zhuang Yuyan caught up on the way and, seeing Fang Boxuan’s waist and abdomen bleeding profusely, said, "Or should we leave you on the Sky Peng Battleship of the Desolated Terrains? The people there, who slaughtered the Ghost Clan warriors with you, should be willing to take you in."

Fang Boxuan, his stomach pierced by a Ghost Clan blade and currently employing the Blood Moon Secret Skill to heal, said with a dark face, "Is there any point?"

The Fang Family’s annihilation, Li Chu of the Desolated Terrains, the Demon Sect, Black Valley, none could be completely disconnected from it.

Fu Wangchen was also a disciple of Li Chu. Having him heal on the ship of his enemies would be more painful than killing him.

"There’s something I want to tell you, and I plan to discuss it later with little junior brother too."

Zhuang Yuyan swallowed a Soul Nourishing Pill and, under Fang Boxuan’s puzzled gaze, said, "Don’t worry, I’ll tell you later."

"Dong Tianze, are you alright?"

Qi Qingsong glanced at the pale-faced owner of the Black Iron Mountain and said, "A Ghost Clan powerhouse attempted to corrupt you with sorcery, and you didn’t seem quite right then."

Dong Tianze said with a grim face, "I’m fine."

After hesitating for a few seconds, he added, "Thanks."

"Don’t mention it."

Qi Qingsong’s smile was radiant as he said, "Let’s erase the incident in Bagua City."

Dong Tianze said, "Agreed."

When he was infiltrated by a peculiar psychic illusion by several Ghost Clan warriors, Qi Qingsong dragged those warriors into a terrifying dreamland using the Dream Sword Intent he had comprehended.

He thus escaped disaster.

Dong Tianze, who had always been solitary and never sociable, was cooperating with so many people for the first time and was rescued by a comrade in battle for the first time as well.

This unfamiliar and novel sensation left him somewhat bewildered.

He shook his head slightly to dispel the random thoughts in his mind and surveyed anyone he could see with a somber and harsh gaze.

"Who could it be?"

Dong Tianze felt somewhat uneasy.

During the battle, he felt another bearer of the Heaven Phoenix Mark emanate intense killing intent toward him.

But he did not know who the person was, or where they were hiding; he could only be certain that the person must also be one from Purgatory.

"We arrived together on the Sword Boat and hope to return on it together as well," Qi Qingsong said with a smile, encouraging Dong Tianze not to be too tense and speaking in a carefree manner. "You must have noticed that the Ghost Clan, as well as those strange Alien Tribe members, are not as fearsome as we imagined."

Dong Tianze nodded but continued to look around vigilantly and uneasily.

"There are three more realms, with many more unknown dangers..." said Fang Boxuan with a wry smile.

"Yeah, I know; let’s take it one by one," Qi Qingsong said as he spoke, and Black Iron Mountain descended into the center of the forest.

"Little junior brother, are you alright?"

Zhuang Yuyan was the first to land gracefully.

She glanced around at the desiccated bodies impaled on branches in midair, with her gaze finally resting on Kaz, and said solemnly, "Just one Wood Tribe member, relying on this forest, has killed hundreds?"

Chang Li nodded: "That’s the case."

"He is a level six Wood Tribe warrior," Xiaoyu added softly.

"Hmm, that’s going to be tricky," said Zhuang Yuyan.

She walked over and crouched down to look at Kaz’s face, releasing a thread of Divine Sense to investigate.

Zhuang Yuyan, who had hoped that if this person had any remnant soul left, she would let Dong Tianze conduct a soul search, shook her head regretfully.

"Little junior brother, have you found anything?"

She looked at Pang Jian.

"No," Pang Jian responded, clutching the black veil he had removed from Kaz’s body, swallowing Ferocious Beast’s Blood, and feeling the uniqueness of the veil.

At that moment,

Wu Yuan of the Demon Sect and Chen Lushi, who had changed into a new set of robes, also approached from afar.

Chen Lushi, who had been severely injured by Pang Jian, adjusted her state of mind behind a tree and acted as if nothing had happened.

She stood next to Wu Yuan, appearing cold as frost and becoming rather quiet.

Because she now knew that the bloody perpetrator of this forest—the Wood Tribe’s Kaz—had been slain single-handedly by Pang Jian.

Remembering the attack she had just suffered...

She was filled with towering resentment but forcefully held it back, not daring to provoke any further.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, Fu Wangchen from the Desolated Terrains fell from the sky and crashed to the ground like a heavy stone.

The tall and handsome Fu Wangchen, dressed in a coat woven from white feathers, looked at the black veil in Pang Jian’s hand and said, "Could I trouble you to part with this object?"

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ps: There are three updates today~