The Purgatory Calamity
Chapter 328 - 308: A Stroke of Sword Intent from Pu Zhaotian!_1

Chapter 328: Chapter 308: A Stroke of Sword Intent from Pu Zhaotian!_1

Qi Qingsong carelessly tossed aside the Blue Dream Sword and took to the skies under Lu Jie’s guidance.

The golden sea of light that had previously separated them was torn asunder by Dong Tianze’s Phoenix Shadow Wings, and now it no longer existed.

Lu Jie and Qi Qingsong flashed by in an instant.

"Swoosh!"

The two of them landed on the Sky Peng Battleship, stopping not far from Pang Jian.

"Fu, he wants to witness your magic, watching as you probe into Pang Jian’s Sea of Consciousness," Lu Jie called from a distance. "The people from Sword Tower have fought alongside us against the Ghost Clan, and I feel that we will need to unify our efforts in the future. Therefore, we must also convince the majority and let everyone know that we are not in the wrong."

Fu Wangchen nodded slightly, "It’s possible."

His hands did not stop moving as he wrapped the neck and everything below it with a black veil known as the "Sky-covering Divine Cloth," leaving only Pang Jian’s face exposed temporarily.

"Pang Jian, I believe you have not been tainted by the Alien God of the Outer Realm!" Qi Qingsong shouted loudly, his gaze coldly sweeping over the other cultivators of the Desolated Terrains. "That’s right, Pang Jian is the master of those Golden Bee Insects. However, without a Golden Bee Insect to lead the way, Fu Wangchen would have never reached the Absolute Sky Forbidden Land!"

"All of you!"

He pointed at the survivors of the Desolated Terrains and said, "If it weren’t for entering the Absolute Sky Forbidden Land, still unconscious and wrapped in slumber, the protective power you rely on would eventually run out, and you would have all died in the Mysterious Fog!"

Lu Jie and the others frowned slightly.

Indeed, this matter was somewhat peculiar and mysterious, and they could not provide an answer.

"Pang Jian! Can you prove that you have no connection with the Alien God of the Netherworld Prison?" Qi Qingsong pressed urgently.

As the black veil wrapped around him and his connection with the Golden Bee Insects weakened, Pang Jian was deep in thought, trying to figure a way out.

Prove it? Explain?

Dong Tianze’s serious injury, Zhou Qingchen being absorbed by Zhao Yuanqi into the gourd, and Qi Qingsong’s two skyward rushes—he had seen it all clearly through the Bee Insects.

At this point, whether it was a misunderstanding or not, he had already made an enemy of Fu Wangchen.

Constrained and imprisoned by others, any explanation seemed weak and powerless, as he was not the one in control.

So he shook his head, unwilling to say more.

"I will soon know the answer," Fu Wangchen said indifferently.

Clutching a clump of black veil, he looked into Pang Jian’s eyes and said, "When the Sky-covering Divine Cloth wraps around your head, you will no longer sense the outside world, and I will enter your Sea of Consciousness to glimpse the truth."

"Do you have anything else to say?" Fu Wangchen asked.

Pang Jian did not respond to Fu Wangchen, but instead said to Dong Tianze, "Tell Zhuang, to be wary of Dong Tianze, for there is a Divine Guard lurking in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity."

Being seriously injured and compromised in the Black Iron Mountain, Pang Jian was only worried about Dong Tianze being attacked by a Divine Guard.

"Another Divine Guard!"

Qi Qingsong was shocked and hurriedly said, "Don’t worry, I know what to do! Pang Jian, he should just be taking a look at your Sea of Consciousness, exploring the scenes you’ve experienced recently."

Pang Jian shook his head and remained silent, concentrating his efforts on trying to summon the power of the Mysterious Turtle Shell and the Leaf of Life.

As his heart beat violently, a black and yellow halo emerged first.

Like a candle snuffed out, the black and yellow halo disappeared in an instant.

"It’s useless. Pang Jian, your struggles are in vain. You don’t need to worry too much; I just need to know the origin of those Ming Prison Soul Bees and see if there’s any trace of the Alien God of Netherworld Prison," Fu Wangchen said.

"Whoosh!"

Pang Jian once again tried to muster the power of the Leaf of Life, to see if he could, like Kaz, drive the ancient trees of the forest.

"There really is something fishy!"

Fu Wangchen snorted.

He casually slapped Pang Jian’s chest, and through the black veil, a vast surge of spiritual energy dispelled the Life Vitality that was ready to burst forth.

"The Wood Tribe you killed, with their abundant Alien Power of Life within, has been refined within your body," he said. "Pang Jian, what you have condensed is not just the Divine Consciousness of the God of the Jungle, but you’re also using His Divine Power! Do you realize that the moment you started using His Divine Power, you began to be subtly influenced by Him?"

Fu Wangchen used the black veil in his hand to wrap around Pang Jian’s head, only leaving a pair of eyes uncovered.

At this moment, the third vertical eye hidden on his forehead slowly opened.

With his third eye, Fu Wangchen stared into Pang Jian’s eyes and said, "I know you also have a pair of golden eyes formed by Divine Consciousness. I want to infiltrate your Sea of Consciousness through your golden eyes, capture your recent memories, and thus determine whether you have colluded with the Netherworld Prison."

"Open your eyes!"

Fu Wangchen ordered in a low voice.

A dazzling radiance beamed out from his third vertical eye.

Under the gaze of this eye, even the closed-eyed Pang Jian felt as though there was no place to hide and that all the deep secrets of his soul were about to be unearthed, thoroughly surveyed by him, evoking a terrifying sensation.

Fu Wangchen’s third eye was clearly several notches higher than Dong Tianze’s soul-searching technique!

In a desperate situation!

"Spiritual Sea, Creation Divine Pool, Mysterious Turtle Shell, Leaf of Life, storage ring..."

Pang Jian evaluated himself, gradually gathering his mental strength in his chest, focusing on a bronze medal named "Purgatory Gate."

When all other means failed, and when numerous Alien Power artifacts were suppressed and imprisoned, the only thing he could think of was the bronze medal!

His achievements to date, his emergence from the Fourth Realm, and the nurturing of four wondrous objects, all relied on the "Purgatory Gate" left by his father.

"Bee King!"

He called out in his heart.

The Bee King responded instantly!

"This man, having absorbed too much of the Skull Breaker’s Divine Consciousness, has not been thoroughly tempered. He is slowly being influenced by the Divine nature of the Skull Breaker."

"This is an extremely slow process, so he can retain his self-awareness, completely unaware that the problem lies within himself."

"Master, please be careful."

The Bee King of the Bee Insects, for the first time, communicated seriously with him in clear words.

"Master, there is actually something on you that can break this situation."

Within the dense Mysterious Fog, a fist-sized golden lump fell upon the beehive.

Compared to those bee insects only the size of fingernails, it was nearly ten times larger.

It brought its transparent wings together, looking out at the world beyond the copper plate with compound eyes full of wisdom.

Outside, in the depths of the Mysterious Fog, one golden bee insect after another slowly revealed themselves.

Because they were too small, the creatures in the Absolute Sky Forbidden Land, as well as those in the other three Fragment Lands with flesh and souls, hadn’t noticed the appearance of the golden bee insects.

"I’m not strong enough yet, and the little guys can’t offer much help right now, so..."

"Master can utilize that thing."

Upon hearing this, Pang Jian instantly knew the Bee King was referring to the Sword Command that he hung at his waist!

"Swoosh!"

His mental energy abruptly entered the Sword Command.

In the empty, void-like small world within the Sword Command, all the blue-robed fat men wielding swords had disappeared, leaving Pang Jian’s spiritual consciousness to only sense a faint thread of Sword Intent.

This Sword Intent, seemingly elusive, was incomparably domineering.

"Help me."

Pang Jian thought intently in his heart.

As soon as this thought formed, a slender sword light, as thin as a hair strand, suddenly took shape in this desolate world!

The deeply hidden, domineering Sword Intent explosively swelled by tens of millions of times in an instant, and that slender, glistening sword light suddenly transformed into a wide river of sword light!

"Whoosh!"

The Sword Command at his waist, as if it had become an incomparably sharp Spirit Sword, emitted a light capable of shattering the heavens and tearing apart all constraining barriers!

"Rip!"

The black veil covering the Sword Command was suddenly pierced by the radiance of the Sword Command!

Brilliant sword lights began to erupt, tearing apart the "Sky-covering Divine Cloth" that Fu Wangchen spoke of, while some sword lights also sliced the very hand that Fu held the cloth with.

A slash exploded in Fu Wangchen’s palm, causing blood to flow uncontrollably, dripping like red crystal beads when he waved his hand.

"A sword light left behind by Pu Zhaotian!"

"This is a life-saving sword light!"

Lu Jie, supporting himself on a cyan iron pillar, the burly man among many cultivators from the Desolated Terrains.

Feeling the astounding Sword Intent released from Pang Jian’s body, they were all filled with shock and awe.

"The Ancient God has appeared in the world!"

Fu Wangchen, roaring furiously, once again conjured the towering figure of the Ancient God Dharma.

The inside of the Sky Peng Battleship also emitted a mournful cry.

Hundreds of Rocs, cast from divine blood, flew out of the bright Divine Bones and swooped towards the threads of sword light surrounding Pang Jian, disintegrating into bursts of golden light upon impact.

"Subdue the divine!"

Fu Wangchen smashed a fist towards Pang Jian.

"Boom!"

The void shook violently, and the space where Pang Jian was located filled with Fu Wangchen’s explosive punching force in every inch.

The compressed space of the universe seemed on the verge of collapsing the next moment, and more golden Rocs screeched out from between his fingers, relentlessly striking the sword light around Pang Jian.

The contemporary Ancient God Dharma, manipulating the lotus pedestal ablaze with karmic fire, also crushed the threads of sword light.

Several tremendous divine presences, from the Sky Peng Battleship, from Fu Wangchen, and from the Ancient God Dharma, all pressed down in unison.

"Bang!"

Pang Jian hurriedly mobilized various Alien Powers, coalescing into a substantial Firm Cover that exploded in an instant.

"Bang!"

He employed the defense of the Mysterious Turtle’s shell, but the black and yellow light screen formed shattered right after.

Wave after wave of overwhelming gravitational force struck, and Pang Jian, like a small boat on a deep sea amidst a raging storm, was driven by the divine might and swept away from the Sky Peng Battleship into the high sky.

"Pang Jian! Go!"

Qi Qingsong summoned another sword, slashing through the air towards the half-sky, and yet another dream-like, magnificent sea appeared.

Anyone who saw this deep blue sea was momentarily dazed and lost, as if plunged into a dream.

Fu Wangchen, intent on pursuing, couldn’t resist his inner curiosity; just one glance at that dreamy blue sea, and he was constrained by Qi Qingsong’s Dream Sword for a few seconds.

"The one corrupted by the Alien God isn’t me, it’s Fu Wangchen."

Pang Jian in the high sky, "crack crack" sounded from his ribs, blood flowing unstoppable from the corners of his mouth and nostrils.

Using the innate Divine Skills of the Mysterious Turtle’s shell, he turned into a deep black light, heading straight for the outer deep space of the Absolute Sky Forbidden Land.

"Pang Jian!"

In the forest, Dong Tianze, Zhuang Yuyan, and Zhao Yuanqi all shouted in alarm.

"Take care."

Leaving behind these words, Pang Jian then stimulated the remaining strength within his body, speeding away even faster.

"Get out of the way!"

Fu Wangchen on top of the Sky Peng Battleship, swung back a wave of golden light, sending Qi Qingsong flying like a kite with its string cut, falling from the battleship towards a lake in the Absolute Sky Forbidden Land.

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