The Purgatory Calamity
Chapter 326 - 307: Dilemma_1

Chapter 326: Chapter 307: Dilemma_1

"Pang Jian, a follower of the Alien God?"

The remnants scattered throughout the forest stared blankly into the sky, searching for Pang Jian’s figure.

They quickly saw that Pang Jian was bound by strands of golden rope; no matter how fiercely he struggled or exerted force, those ropes simply would not come loose.

"Fu Wangchen! How dare you slander me so viciously!"

Qi Qingsong, who had fallen to the ground, once again took to the air on his sword.

A brilliant azure sword light, carrying his thin frame, thrust again toward the Sky Peng Battleship.

"I’ve told you, he is no longer the person you knew."

Fu Wangchen’s face showed displeasure as he raised his hand, producing a swath of golden brilliance.

Within the light, nine fiery-winged rocs appeared as if they were cast from molten gold iron, emitting piercing screeches.

The condensed azure sword light around Qi Qingsong, with specks of dreamy light yet to form into a picturesque dream, was shattered by the roc’s screeching.

The dreamy illusions, in a flash, ceased to exist.

Qi Qingsong, with a stifled groan, felt as though he was forcefully yanked from a dream and drenched with a bucket of golden cold water over his head, and he, along with the Blue Dream Sword, crashed to the ground.

"Brother Qi, calm down first!"

Just as Qi Qingsong was about to erupt, Zhuang Yuyan suddenly appeared, lightly shouting, "Figure out the situation first! He... didn’t actually want to injure you badly, otherwise..."

The implication was that, with Fu Wangchen’s combat prowess, Qi Qingsong would have been seriously injured by that strike.

"I have ironclad evidence to prove that Pang Jian is the master of the Ming Prison Soul Bees!"

Fu Wangchen looked down coldly, his gaze pausing on Zhuang Yuyan’s face as he sternly said, "This is a grave matter, I must capture Pang Jian first, then I will explain to you!"

"Alright!"

Zhuang Yuyan restrained Qi Qingsong, signaling Fu Wangchen to quickly provide proof.

"Strange..."

Jiang Chao of Sky Water Swamp was momentarily dumbfounded.

"Sister, you once said that you were led out of the Mysterious Fog by a golden bee insect."

Wu Yuan of the Demon Sect, his eyebrows twitching, said, "If the owner of the bee insect is not Fu Wangchen but Sword Tower’s Pang Jian, then it seems we were actually saved by Pang Jian."

"If he is a follower of the Alien God, or contaminated by an alien god from the Outer Realm, why would he save us?"

"Moreover, he shouldn’t have warned me and told me that something was off about those living-dead people."

The usually reticent Wu Yuan spoke so much on this rare occasion.

Chang Li, Xiao Yu, and others nodded their heads in agreement.

"From what I see, the alien gods of the Outer Realm also have different factions. The one who contaminated Pang Jian, leading us into the Absolute Sky Forbidden Land, must belong to the Ming Prison faction of the alien gods."

Chen Lushi said coldly, "The alien gods commanding the Ghost Clan, Wood Tribe, Back Armored Tribe, and Scorpion Clan might be their adversaries."

"Makes sense!"

"It should be just like that!"

Many hastened to flatter Chen Lushi with their agreements.

Wu Yuan shook his head, looking at the Sky Peng Battleship in midair, and at Pang Jian bound by the golden ropes, without saying more.

"The son of Break Armor Marquis from Bright Heaven Divine Kingdom was slain by him."

Fu Wangchen reached into the void with his hand.

From within the Divine Bones wings beneath Pang Jian, drops of golden Divine Blood appeared, accompanied by the rocs’ earth-shattering screeches piercing the heavens.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, an overwhelming immense power was bestowed upon Pang Jian’s body, causing the upright Pang Jian to tremble violently.

The Firm Cover he conjured shattered in an instant, and his bones, as strong as Divine Iron in the Phantom Bone Realm, were bombarded with a mighty force, "crack crack" reverberating as the joints and bones unnaturally twisted and entangled.

Pang Jian immediately felt a terrifying sensation as though all his bones were about to explode and shatter into countless pieces.

He hurriedly marshaled his strength in response.

However, before his Spiritual Sea could surge and boil, the Alien Power from those golden ropes, like a prison incarcerating all living beings, bound even his Spiritual Sea.

With his Divine Sense, he could clearly see a ring of golden ripples emerging along the edges of his vast Spiritual Sea.

"Whoosh! Whoosh, whoosh!"

Amidst the golden ripples, faint figures of golden rocs soared, and every piece of their shimmering golden feathers conveyed the Divine Power of containment and isolation.

Suppression, confinement, obstruction, and shielding.

A variety of similar significant atmospheres were released through that ring of golden ripples, causing his Spiritual Sea, where he stored Alien Power, to lose all sensation and connection to him.

In this moment, Pang Jian felt as though he had become a mortal again, returning to the hunter who had never embarked on the path of cultivation.

"The Sky Peng Battleship can greatly amplify Fu Wangchen’s power!"

Inside, rage that he could barely contain was about to erupt, but he forcefully regained his composure.

Upon closer inspection, he was shocked to find his Creation Divine Pool was also sealed by a layer of golden ripples.

The Golden-Winged Roc’s leftover might imprinted in those sacred bones, forged into golden ropes by melting and refining, were controlled by Fu Wangchen’s power, becoming a deadly weapon in the Absolute Sky Forbidden Land.

No wonder, even the soul projection cast by an Alien God worshiped by the Ghost Clan could not overcome Fu Wangchen.

This youth, wielding control over the Sky Peng Battleship in the Desolated Terrains, was as empowered as Pang Jian himself had been in the Panshi Fragment Land.

—The enhancement of combat prowess was more than just trivial.

"Pang Jian, you have fallen into the Sky Peng Battleship, it doesn’t matter if you are merely at the Hollow Profound Realm now, even if you possessed the power of the Spirit Condensation Realm, there’s no escape for you," Lu Jie said in a hushed tone.

A group of cultivators from the Desolated Terrains stopped about ten zhang away, looking at him with the eyes one would give to a malevolent demon.

"Just be cooperative, and let Fu take a look into your Sea of Consciousness, perhaps he can help you eradicate the contamination of the Alien God," Lu Jie coaxed gently, "Only in this way do you have a sliver of a chance to survive, to regain your own spiritual essence."

She had boundless confidence in Fu Wangchen, firmly believing that Fu Wangchen could not be wrong, thus had concluded that Pang Jian must have been contaminated by the Alien God.