The Purgatory Calamity
Chapter 337 - 317: Ice Soul Demon Sutra_1

Chapter 337: Chapter 317: Ice Soul Demon Sutra_1

The outer layer of cold fog obscured the view, but inside, surrounding the "Heart of Winter," the cold fog was sparse and faint.

The other elders, convinced by the Great Elder’s speech, had successfully been persuaded.

The allure of the outside world made them set aside their so-called common faith.

"Don’t blame me, the temptation is too great for me since you can break through the Heaven Forbidden of The Frozen Land."

The Great Elder of the Ice Tribe sighed from within the apparition of the soul’s shadow in Pang Jian’s Sea of Consciousness, "My time is running short, and if I cannot leave this broken world, I will die here of old age."

"My ancestors, generations upon generations of the Ice Tribe sages, could not escape this predetermined fate."

"Your arrival has given me a glimmer of hope. How could I not grasp it firmly?"

Tear after tear of ice-clear droplets, with burning remnant souls inside, were arranged in the void of Pang Jian’s Sea of Consciousness.

Gradually, all the tears known as "Tear of Winter" transformed into five odd symbols of Demon Scripts.

The five characters, shining with cold light, concealed the profound truth of extreme cold, as if they were the Ice Demon’s deep understanding of the Taoist Rules and Regulations of heaven and earth.

"Ice, Soul, Demon, God, Sutra."

A sharp voice suddenly articulated each of the five mysterious characters word by word.

The Great Elder of the Ice Tribe immediately changed color—he searched throughout the vast Sea of Consciousness of Pang Jian and could not identify who had spoken.

The next moment!

"Ice Soul Demon Sutra!"

Pang Jian’s voice appeared abruptly, from soft to resonant, as if quickly coming from the horizon of the Sea of Consciousness.

"Ice Soul Demon Sutra!"

Dazzling golden lightning struck suddenly, as if carrying a Thunderbolt Storm, blasting many "Tear of Winter" into oblivion.

"You still have conscious thoughts that can operate normally!"

The Great Elder was shocked and amazed.

The shadowy form of his soul stood with feet above the characters for "ice" and "demon."

In such an irreverent pose, he stimulated the Divine Power within those tears and roared, "Cold Ice Freezing Soul!"

At this moment, Pang Jian felt the Extreme Cold Power that could freeze souls, which he had once experienced in the Land of Prayer Spirit, release from underneath the Great Elder’s soul shadow from the words "Ice Demon."

The Great Elder’s soul wielding Alien Power, along with the cold current, surged toward all golden Divine Consciousness, intending to shatter the Divine Consciousness within.

"I have the Divine Object, Heart of Winter; I have a level six Bloodline; my soul is far stronger than yours."

"Outsider, you cannot resist me, so obediently let me unearth the deepest secrets of your soul."

The terrifying cold spread in all directions, first enveloping all of Pang Jian’s ordinary gray-fogged Divine Sense, then chasing after the golden Divine Consciousness.

Roaring Ice Dragons and spreading-wing Ice Phoenixes, along with bizarre Ice Monster beasts, materialized from the Great Elder’s released soul wielding Extreme Cold Power. Their bodies were wrapped in more characters for "ice," "demon," "freeze," and "soul," manifesting a terrible might capable of strangling the alien souls of all creatures and even eroding Divine Consciousness.

"Swoosh!"

Those golden Divine Senses belonging to Pang Jian, flying back and forth like lightning in his own Sea of Consciousness.

In an instant, they evaded the "Cold Ice Freezing Soul" Soul Skill released by the Great Elder, avoiding waves of Extreme Cold Soul Breath assaults.

Strands of golden lightning, as they zipped through the air, penetrated more "Tear of Winter."

Pang Jian seemed at ease.

"Master, he dares to enter your Sea of Consciousness, he is courting death,"

The Bee King with a human face and a bee body suddenly appeared in Pang Jian’s Sea of Consciousness in the form of a Bee Soul.

After the Bee King,

Twelve golden Bee Insects, all in the form of Bee Souls, surfaced in Pang Jian’s Sea of Consciousness.

The Bee Insects, with eyes showing greedy desire, all looked toward the tears known as "Tear of Winter."

"I, along with these little ones, merely have frail bodies. Without the copper badge, our insect bodies cannot withstand battering and are easily extinguished."

"If our bodies perish, the souls will also die with them."

"Because our bodies are too weak, and because we only excel at Soul Battles, we are called Soul Bees."

"Yet he insists on entering the realm of the Sea of Consciousness, insists on searching your soul memories..."

The Bee King mocked with a cold laugh, "In this territory we are familiar with, and battling in a way we excel at, we are not afraid."

"Go!"

At the Bee King’s command, the Bee Insects began to tear at the ice-clear tears, exterminating the burning remnant souls of the Alien Tribes within them.

"Ice Soul Demon Sutra," these five characters built from ice-clear tears, also collapsed like a falling city, instantly dissolved by the Bee Insects.

The Great Elder of the Ice Tribe’s "Cold Ice Freezing Soul" Soul Skill was broken by the Bee Insects in the blink of an eye.

"Master, what truly ignited in the tears was the Divine Consciousness of the Alien God from the Outer Realm," the stern-faced Bee King spoke again.

"Swoosh! Swoosh, swoosh!"

Those golden Divine Senses belonging to Pang Jian took advantage of the situation and shattered the Ice Freezing Power that had materialized on top of his ordinary Divine Senses.

In an instant, all of Pang Jian’s Divine Senses had resumed operation.

"Godly Manifestation."

With a thought, he merged the golden Divine Sense with the ordinary Divine Sense, forming a phantom-like outline of the Spiritual Soul.

A golden head with a gray and ethereal body.

"What kind of monster are you?"

The shadowy soul of the Great Elder, looking at the elusive Pang Jian with a golden head, as well as the Bee King who looked about seventy to eighty percent like Pang Jian but with a human face and bee body, felt like his mind was on the verge of collapsing.

He never imagined that inside Pang Jian’s Sea of Consciousness, there would be such an extraordinary sight, let alone so many bizarre Bee Insects.

"You want to pry into my memories and thoughts?"

The fleeting ethereal soul of Pang Jian, looking at the Bee Insects devouring "Tear of Winter," watching strands of light smoke fade away, coldly said, "God Spirits dare to invade my Sea of Consciousness, all shall be killed by the Ming Prison Soul Bee, let alone you?"

Upon hearing that, the Great Elder of the Ice Tribe immediately knew something was dreadfully wrong and hastily tried to disengage from Pang Jian’s Sea of Consciousness.

"Swoosh!"

The Bee King shot towards the Great Elder like lightning.

The Shadow of Soul manifested by the Great Elder was sliced into pieces by the Bee King with its translucent wings, instantly shattering into fragments.

"Filthy soul, still lacking in divine consciousness, unworthy of being consumed by me."

The Bee King said with revulsion.

In Pang Jian’s Sea of Consciousness, it turned to look at the ethereal and flickering Pang Jian, saying, "Master, I have also obtained a volume of the Ice Soul Demon Sutra."

As soon as these words fell, a sophisticated method of utilizing the soul and Extreme Cold Power together was poured into Pang Jian.

"Soul Skill!"

Pang Jian immediately understood its secrets and his mind now held memories regarding the "Ice Soul Demon Sutra."

The Altar of Praying to God.

The Great Elder of the Ice Tribe’s expression was one of agony, as he quickly let go of his hand resting on the "Heart of Winter" and on Pang Jian’s body, blood trickling from the corner of his eye.

Blood rapidly blurred his vision.

His soul seriously damaged, he adjusted himself and pointed at Pang Jian shouting, "Kill him! Quick, kill him, he’s from different kinds."

The other six elders, who had been waiting for news, for him to clarify the truth of Pang Jian’s mind, were bewildered by his panic-stricken actions, but they didn’t follow his order to strike Pang Jian down.

"Act fast! It’ll be too late otherwise!"

The Great Elder roared, his face covered in blood.

He wanted to reorganize and use his own power to blast Pang Jian to death, but his refined soul had been torn apart by the Bee King, leaving him without enough Soul Power to control his own.

His soul and body were now in a semi-severed state.

"What has happened?"

"Great Elder, did you learn the secrets you wanted from the depths of his soul?"

"If he dies, our hopes of leaving The Frozen Land will also be completely cut off!"

"This person, he absolutely cannot die!"

The opinions of the six elders of the Ice Tribe were surprisingly unanimous, all not daring to fatally strike Pang Jian.

Even if Pang Jian turned The Frozen Land upside down, for the sake of giving the Ice Tribe a glimmer of hope, they had to endure the heavy burden.

Inside Pang Jian’s Sea of Consciousness.

"Ice Soul Demon Sutra..."

Segments of the Secret Skill, using the soul to command the power of Cold Ice, like Taoist Rules and Regulations, were deeply imprinted in Pang Jian’s mind.

He comprehended with his Ghost soul, feeling the subtleties of the soul-related methods, and gradually focused his consciousness on the Ice Pool within his Spiritual Sea.

A Secret Skill from the "Ice Soul Demon Sutra," involving both sealing and unsealing, was precisely pinpointed by Pang Jian.

Moments later.

The golden Divine Consciousness that could roam the Sea of Consciousness suddenly appeared in his Spiritual Sea, which was sealed by Extreme Cold Power. In the void of the Spiritual Sea, the Divine Consciousness was drawn out, forming two ancient and mysterious symbols.

"Unseal!"

As the two golden ancient characters appeared, his Spiritual Sea, which had been solidified by the Extreme Cold Power, was suddenly shattered.

His Spiritual Sea instantly returned to normal.

As the Spiritual Sea normalized, the Ice Pool emanating a bone-chilling aura within him began frantically absorbing all the Extreme Cold Alien Power!

All the Extreme Cold Powers used to freeze his body, freeze the "Creation Divine Pool," the Mysterious Turtle shell, and the Leaf of Life, were absorbed by the Ice Pool.

The Ice Pool also crazily grew, increasing several times over in a short period.

"Crack!"

The ice encasing Pang Jian also cracked as a result, and with a slight effort from his hand holding the scepter, it clenched tighter.

More chunks of ice fell to the ground from his hand and body.

With a cold snort, he raised the scepter imbued with the Great Elder’s soul’s breath and thrust it forward.

"Let’s talk this through!"

Another elder of the Ice Tribe seized the scepter, saying, "What he has done does not represent all of the Ice Tribe!"

"I’m only killing him."

Pang Jian tugged a few times, and failing to pull the scepter free, simply abandoned it, ready to take up his spear and stab the Great Elder of the Ice Tribe.

"Cut him down!"

The Great Elder screamed shrilly.

This sound, emanating from the altar shrouded in Cold Fog, spread throughout the entire Ice Castle.

The gathered Ice Tribe warriors, panicking, didn’t know what had happened on the altar.

Warriors as powerful as the Ice Halberd and Ice Cloud tried to rush towards the altar overwhelmed by the thick Cold Fog, eager to ascertain the truth.

"All clan members, do not approach the Altar of Praying to God!"

An ice tribe crone with a face full of wrinkles appeared from within the Cold Fog, standing at the edge of the altar, she said with a stern face, "Our Great Elder and the distant visitor have some disagreements, we are handling it."

"You all just wait for the news."

As her voice fell, she vanished back into the mist surrounding the altar, tearing off the crescent-shaped Ice Crystal ornament from her neck and drawing a line of ice light between Pang Jian and the Great Elder.

With a flash of ice light, a thick wall of ice emerged.

"Crack! Crunch!"

More ice walls appeared in succession as the ice wall was punctured by the silver bright spear.

Those elders, unaware of the situation, seeing Pang Jian ready to strike hard at the Great Elder, also used their ancestral ice cold weapons to create even more ice walls.

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