The Purgatory Calamity
Chapter 338 - 318: The Void Projection of the Chaos Sea_1

Chapter 338: Chapter 318: The Void Projection of the Chaos Sea_1

At the summit of the Sacred Mountain.

Crystal-clear ice blocks, the size of palm-leaf fans, burst out from the fog-enshrouded altar, causing the divine object "Heart of Winter" to crackle upon impact.

The outer layer of the "Heart of Winter," which was transparently crystalline, would sometimes emit a ring of sparkling icy light, shattering the ice blocks that splashed toward it.

Within, amidst clusters of dense fog, lurked even more dazzling glimmers of light.

It was as if a pair of crystalline, star-like eyes were hidden within the "Heart of Winter," secretly observing from the shadows.

Pang Jian was completely unaware of it.

Because of the appearance of walls of ice, his path to assassinate the Great Elder was fraught with immense difficulty.

"Huff!"

He suddenly soared into the sky, spinning a brilliant galaxy overhead, attacking the Ice Tribe Great Elder from high above.

"Guest, please remain calm!"

The Ice Tribe Elder holding the rod, with a solemn expression, looked up at the half sky where stars and the moon appeared, feeling the integration of the stars, the moon, and the extreme coldness. He sensed that something missing from this world seemed to be found within that galaxy.

"Whoosh!"

A shimmering river of ice, released from the rod in his hand, stretched across the skies in splendor.

The chill that could freeze all things spread wantonly. The technique "Milky Way Fission" that Pang Jian had used had its mysterious intricacies absorbed entirely by the glittering river of ice.

Immediately after that, the coldness within the river of ice began to seal it away bit by bit.

"Ice Blue! What on earth is going on?" The Ice Tribe’s old woman called out his name, confronting the gravely injured Great Elder with a stern query, "What exactly did you see inside his mind?"

"He, he..."

The Ice Tribe Great Elder pointed a finger at Pang Jian, and with the other hand, he reached out toward the Elder holding the rod, requesting, "Give me the Frost Wand first!"

"You need to explain first!" the other demanded with a cold huff.

"He has been possessed by strange evil and is absolutely not a follower of the Ice Demon!"

The Great Elder, screaming out the answer, shouted, "Quick, give me the Frost Wand! There’s strange and sinister Divine Consciousness within his soul, I need the Frost Wand in order to resist!"

In the sky, Pang Jian, suspended upon a Mysterious Turtle shell, saw his attack fail and was just about to use an even more extreme explosive technique, "Chaotic Sword Skill."

Upon hearing this, Pang Jian paused for a moment as a flash of enlightenment struck him, "Is what he’s afraid and panicked about, my golden Divine Sense?"

"Then..."

"Whoosh! Whoosh whoosh!"

Streams of golden Divine Sense flew out from his eyes, like golden lightning, heading straight for the Great Elder’s ice-blue eye sockets.

The ice walls and the shimmering river of ice, erected by the other Ice Tribe Elders, could not block these divinely tinged golden Divine Senses.

His golden Divine Sense, as if the walls and river were nonexistent, passed through the ice and the heavens in an instant and seeped into the Great Elder’s eyes.

In a split second, a new and alien Sea of Consciousness emerged.

Hundreds of squared Ice Crystals, each containing a sliver of the Great Elder’s Ice Blue soul thought, floated in a chilly, silent space.

At this moment, those disordered ice crystals were swaying in the void, striving hard to assemble into a complete silhouette.

It seemed that there was a figure constructed from hundreds of ice crystals already suspended in this mysterious world, but it suddenly shattered for an unknown reason and now needed to be reconstructed.

In this chilling alien land, one can only see nothingness except for the many floating ice crystals.

"Ah! An evil from the Outer Realm!"

The panicked screams of the Ice Blue soul of the Great Elder came from all the soul thoughts inside the ice crystals. He was terrified by the sudden appearance of gold.

The shadow of a soul had been strangled by Bee Insects, causing severe damage to his soul, and he was desperately recovering his strength in preparation to refine his soul anew.

The arrival of those golden Divine Senses caused him unparalleled fear, and in a rage, he demanded his true body, "Ice Plain! Give me the Frost Wand!"

He knew only with the Frost Wand could he stand his ground against the Divine Senses penetrating into his Sea of Souls, each strand containing a hint of divinity.

"It’s too late."

Pang Jian’s voice came from those golden flashes of Divine Sense.

"Huff! Huff huff!"

Using the golden Divine Senses as coordinates, Bee Kings, one after another Golden Bee Insect, were able to successfully invade the place.

"He’s dead."

The Bee King with the face of a man and the body of a bee, looking indifferently at the incomplete ice crystal figure, frowned, "Without Divine Consciousness, there’s no value in consuming it."

After pausing, it added, "Master, your divinely tinged Divine Sense and the Divine Consciousness of an Alien God from the Outer Realm have the same level of power. As long as it can enter the Sea of Souls of these creatures, it will hold an overwhelming advantage."

"Master might try..."

Before it could finish its suggestive remark,

Pang Jian, maneuvering his golden Divine Sense, slashed through the Ice Tribe Great Elder’s Sea of Souls, targeting the ice crystals containing his soul thoughts with a blade-like ferocity.

With just a thought, a multitude of golden Divine Senses turned into Divine Weapon Sharp Blades, like unstoppable heavenly swords.

"Boom!"

The Ice Crystals within the Ice Blue Sea of Souls, under the assault of this golden Divine Weapons, were so fragile that they shattered upon touch.

Destroying each Ice Crystal, annihilating the soul thoughts within, the task was all too easy for Pang Jian’s Divine Weapon Sharp Blades imbued with Divine Consciousness.

Just like the Alien God from the Outer Realm that invaded his Sea of Consciousness with its Divine Consciousness, intending to annihilate his spirit back then.

"This Ice Tribe Great Elder is easily defeated, so if I were to invade and attack the Sea of Consciousness of other cultivators of the same rank with these golden Divine Senses, wouldn’t they also crumble at a single blow?"

Upon having this thought, the piteous and despairing cries of the Great Elder Ice Blue’s soul had already stilled.

His chilly and vast Sea of Souls, like a world collapsing in on itself, ceased to exist in the blink of an eye.

A moment later, Pang Jian’s golden Divine Senses existed within the mushy-head of the Great Elder, sensing the dead silence.

"He’s already dead."

With a focused thought, strands of brilliant golden Divine Sense quickly returned to his own Sea of Consciousness.

Above the altar.

"Ice Blue!"

The six elderly Ice Tribe Elders only saw a flash of golden light in Pang Jian’s eyes, and the greatly respected Great Elder of their tribe passed away within seconds.

They sensed the presence of the Ice-blue Soul Silence immediately, all looking toward Pang Jian with cold, stern expressions.

Holding the Frost Wand, the Elder who had not timely handed it to Ice Blue, cautiously spoke, "Everybody be careful, just as the Great Elder said, he, like those puppets that have come from the Outer Realm and are possessed by an Alien God, also harbors an evil consciousness capable of contaminating our Sea of Souls!"

"Guard your Sea of Souls well to prevent the invasion of the evil consciousness!"

The six Ice Tribe Elders, knowing how to respond, promptly activated the power of the artifacts in their hands, relying on external forces to defend their Sea of Souls.

"Huff! Huff huff!"

Patches of glowing white ice light emitted from their artifacts, enveloping their bodies.

The ice light, similar to Pang Jian’s Spiritual Power Strong Shield, contained an essence similar to the "Heart of Winter," capable of isolating the Divine Consciousness of Alien Gods from the Outer Realm.

For millions of years, they had hunted bodies harboring divine presence using artifacts passed down from their ancestors in this manner.

Pang Jian silently sensed for a moment and knew these glowing white ice lights were indeed effective.

Even if he released his golden Divine Sense again, he could not penetrate those ice lights, nor could he intrude into the Sea of Souls of the other Elders.

Moreover, those glowing white ice lights could even consume and neutralize his golden Divine Sense.

"He deserved to die."

Pang Jian, with a cold face, looked down at the six heavily guarded Ice Tribe warriors, weighed his options, and said, "He lost his faith in the Ice Demon; he just wanted to survive, to leave this place by my methods. In his heart, there’s no Frozen Land, nor any of you tribespeople."

Holding the Frost Wand, the Second Elder, whose true name was Ice Plain, spoke coldly, "Regardless of what Ice Blue has done, you should not have killed him. Outsider, we wish you would surrender peacefully, to clarify things for us and avoid an armed confrontation."

"Surrender peacefully?"

Pang Jian shook his head and chuckled coldly, his gaze naturally rising to the sky.

"Outsider, you can’t escape."

"You won’t leave the Frozen Land until you clarify the situation!"

"Ice Blue’s death was your trickery; with us defending our Sea of Souls vigorously, you definitely won’t escape."

An Elder used their artifact to rise into the air.

In an instant, in the sky above the Altar of Praying to God, four Elders surrounded Pang Jian.

More Ice Tribe warriors, seeing Pang Jian and several Elders leave the Altar of Praying to God and reveal themselves mid-air, and perceiving the hostility from the four great Elders, also responded with cold faces.

"Huff! Huff huff!"

Ice Tribe warriors riding Spiritual Birds suddenly filled the sky, appearing on all sides of Pang Jian.

"Let’s go."

The Bee King sighed in resignation.

The death of the Ice Tribe Great Elder had turned them against each other; now, obtaining the Divine Consciousness gathered within the "Heart of Winter" had become dozens of times more difficult.

Rather than facing six Ice Tribe Elders with the power of the Spirit Condensation Realm in the Ice Castle, it was better to try their luck in the Forbidden Land of the Thunder God, in the forbidden land where the Fire God had fallen.

"Alright!"

Pang Jian no longer hesitated, nor did he care how the Ice Tribe viewed him.

His Spiritual Sea suddenly surged with waves, stars shone brightly, the sun and moon released dazzling radiance, and the Thunder Vortex and Flame Pool also roiled and bubbled.

Just then.

"Whoosh! Whoosh whoosh!"

Near the Sacred Mountain, a series of translucent glaciers, like mirrors, cast divine light upon Pang Jian.

All the smooth-faced glaciers were controlled by a power, focusing the divine light upon Pang Jian.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze for an instant.

All Ice Tribe people were staring blankly at Pang Jian, their thoughts frozen in time.

Pang Jian felt a strong unease, as if some strange phenomenon was slowly emerging in the void behind him.

He hurriedly communicated with the Bee King.

And then he discovered that even the Bee King was limited by the mysterious power and also in a state of thought stasis.

"Huff!"

A vision, ethereal and blurry, slowly unfolded in the void behind Pang Jian.

Tiny stars, a fervent sun, a brilliantly glowing moon, a Thunder Vortex wound with lightning, and a seething Flame Pool.

All of the wonders within Pang Jian’s Chaos Sea were reflected by a power, projected in the sky above the Altar of Praying to God.

As if they were real.

"Huff! Huff huff!"

Then, leaves filled with the secrets of life, like lotus leaves, floated in the void, emitting bursts of the breath of life.

There was also a hard black-and-yellow object, constantly enlarging, turning into a massive shell, also reappearing in an ethereal form.

The Leaf of Life and the Mysterious Turtle Shell were also manifested by the mysterious power, projected into the void behind Pang Jian.

This enigmatic spectacle also fell into the eyes of the Ice Tribe people who were staring blankly at Pang Jian, becoming an indelible mark as deep as any.

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