The Purgatory Calamity
Chapter 354 - 333: Snapping the Neck of the Chosen One_1

Chapter 354: Chapter 333: Snapping the Neck of the Chosen One_1

"Invade the Forbidden Land of Thunder God?"

The puppet avatars inhabited by various Alien Gods looked at each other in dismay, falling into deep contemplation.

After a long while,

The Youkui, worshipped by the Ghost Clan, spoke softly, "He breeds the Ming Prison Soul Bees, our Divine Consciousness that is invincible everywhere else, dares not corrupt his Sea of Consciousness, for that would be like, sending a meat bun to beat a dog."

"Remove our advantage in this aspect, and he wields the Heart of Winter, also reigning over The Frozen Land."

Youkui’s tone was bitter, "In our current state where our true bodies cannot descend and we can only fight with these shells, I fear... we might not be able to defeat him."

Following those words, the other gods fell silent.

Yang Luo said nothing as well.

After an uncomfortable silence, a hint of confusion flashed across Yang Luo’s beautiful face.

He suddenly said, "That being, I watched Him ascend from the Land of Prayer Spirit in Purgatory and break into the Second Realm."

"If nothing unexpected happened, He should also come to this world and should appear here as well."

"But He..."

Yang Luo spread out his Divine Sense to search.

"Not here, I’ve already searched."

Youkui snorted lightly and said, "Considering His noble status and His strength, if He really came, would we still get a share of the spoils?"

"Furthermore!"

Youkui, with his obscured visage beneath the cloak, addressed Yang Luo, "You once said that it was because of that Purgatory Human Tribe man named Pang Jian that He changed His mind in the Land of Prayer Spirit. Even if He came, He might not stand with us; He might still side with that Human Race boy."

"No, not necessarily."

Yang Luo shook his head and replied, "You and I both know, He split into six independent God Status Consciences to comprehend the six heavenly laws. Each of His independent consciences is a complete individual. The one that met Pang Jian is just one of those six, and it’s the relatively weakest one."

"As His Divine Power expands and revives, that weaker God Status Conscience will not become His main consciousness."

"Gradually, He might not care about that past anymore, and might not consider that Human Race boy to be important."

"Moreover..."

Yang Luo asserted, "He was one of the Sovereigns of the Hall of Gods!"

"After the gods neglected their duties and the Hall of Gods was destroyed by the Human Race, He was one of the Sovereigns most outraged."

"Within nearly a hundred thousand years, the number of Human True Gods that I know of whom He hunted down to death in the vast Star River is no less than seven."

"He should detest all of the Human Race, including that Human boy named Pang Jian. If He truly comes, if He can return to His true self..."

"Pang Jian must die!"

Yang Luo expressed his own opinion.

"He is here."

"He has always been here."

"It’s just that you did not know."

From another crescent-shaped vessel of the Clan of Bright Moon, an ivory altar flew out.

A godly figure wearing magnificent silver luminescent Divine Clothing with a graceful appearance appeared, as if he materialized in the air, landing on the altar.

This was a spiritual projection of the Moon Goddess, possessing only a faint Divine Consciousness, without a puppet vessel capable of harboring His Divine Power.

His gaze fell upon the Fire God Spirit lying in what seemed like boiling magma, which had fallen untold years ago.

"Yan Lie was once a general under His command, with a soul extinguished but an undying body."

"Through Yan Lie’s Divine Blood and core heart, He can resurrect Yan Lie."

"He is doing so now."

"This place is restricted by the Mysterious Fog’s heavenly laws, only the bodies of fallen God Spirits can enter. Also, only once every hundred thousand years, when the cosmos stirs, does Fragment Land gather here for some strange reason."

"This is an odd space transfer station where none of us can come in our true forms."

"Unless we die, and have been dead for tens of thousands of years, and only with a variety of fortuitous circumstances finely aligned, could one hope to arrive here at a specific time, propelled by mysterious forces."

"Yan Lie..."

The soul projection of the Moon Goddess approached next to the enormous godly body, bowing slightly, "Yan Lie, it is said that you were granted death by Him."

"Moreover, He has been dead for thirty thousand years, His divine body buried in this piece of Fragment Land before being pushed into Mysterious Fog."

"So, thirty thousand years ago, You were already planning this, knowing today would come."

"You have always known that this space transfer station would form."

"Will Yan Lie be the first godly body fully come to Purgatory’s revival?"

The Moon Goddess inquired.

The Alien Gods from the Outer Realm were shocked by Her words, looking at the godly body of the Fire God Yan Lie with disbelief.

"Was that Sovereign preparing thirty thousand years ago?"

"His subordinate Yan Lie was first granted death by Him, sent to Mysterious Fog in a death state, then after thirty thousand years pushed here. And He, using a puppet body descended among them, to resurrect Yan Lie?"

"Really? Or is it false?"

The murmuring whispers of the Alien Gods echoed throughout the Flame Fragment Land.

"Boom! Boom Boom!"

Yan Lie’s heart began to beat!

A whisper of God’s Thought emanated from Yan Lie’s chest, rippling throughout the entire Flame Fragment Land.

All the Alien Gods who had descended in puppet bodies, stunned for a moment, suddenly issued orders for their tribes to gather the Fire Crystals, red berries, and Flame Divine Iron they had collected and to throw them all back into the boiling Flame Pool.

With this, they intended to restore the lost Divine Power of Yan Lie.

A God Spirit with a complete divine body revived in this space was definitely not just for the meager pieces of Fragment Land here.

The Sovereign and His subordinate, the Fire God Yan Lie, were surely plotting to seize the original God and Demon Training Field—the Purgatory.

...

The Forbidden Land of Thunder God.

Several hundred warriors of the Ice Tribe, riding on flying spiritual birds, gathered the relics left by the slain Alien Tribes under the assault of Thunderous Lightning.

From time to time, the warriors Ice Halberd and Ice Cloud would make a trip to the glacial summit where Pang Jian resided, offering him crystal stones, wood, and blades, all imbued with various strange powers.

In the shattered ruins of the Thunder Clan’s city.

Qi Qingsong, Dong Tianze, Zhuang Yuyan, Zhou Qingchen, along with Zhao Yuanqi and Wu Yuan, six people in total, were relying on the purity of their predecessors—once puppets—to tirelessly refine their own Divine Senses.

"Two hundred! My Divine Sense has broken through two hundred!"

"I’m at one hundred and ninety!"

"What about you? How much have you reached?"

"Just over two hundred..."

Despite trying to suppress it, the six people had a hard time containing their joy, and their voices gradually rose as they discussed with each other.

At the top of a pit, like a hill in the middle of a basin, stood a row of figures looking desolate.

Lu Jie, Fang Boxuan, Chen Lushi, Jiang Chao, along with Xia Yu and others, were all among them, gazing from afar at the figures separated from them.

"I should have been among them," Fang Boxuan said with a bitter smile, feeling an unpleasant taste in his mouth, and said: "Wu Yuan should be here while I should be in the city, absorbing the pure Divine Essence."

"Fate is capricious; sometimes a single choice can determine one’s life," Xia Yu said with emotion.

Chen Lushi laboriously shifted her gaze away from the dilapidated city.

She bit her silver teeth and turned her head to look at Fu Wangchen, who remained motionless at the bottom of the pit, speaking coldly, "So-called geniuses from the Desolated Terrains are nothing but overrated. With so many Strange Treasures in hand, you can’t even deal with an Ice Armor Eel Dragon!"

The subservient demeanor of Pang Jian to the Ice Armor Eel Dragon when it left the Forbidden Land of Thunder God was something she would never forget.

Every time she thought about the scenes at the bottom of the lake in the Absolute Sky Forbidden Land, with Fu Wangchen, Lu Jie and the others powerless, swallowed whole by the Ice Armor Eel Dragon, she felt that the Desolated Terrains were not much after all.

"Who would have thought that all lakes are connected? No matter which lake we dive into, we’ll end up in the lair of the Ice Armor Eel Dragon," Lu Jie sighed.

"What’s the point of saying these things now?" Jiang Chao snorted coldly and said, "The Demon Sect is left with only you and Wu Yuan; my Sky Water Swamp..."

He sighed sorrowfully, "I’m the only one left!"

Glancing around, he looked towards Lu Jie, Xia Yu, and the few others like Qiao Zhen, and said, "Perhaps Fu Wangchen is right. Look at the attitude of the Ice Tribe towards Pang Jian. Isn’t it like submitting to an Alien God from the Outer Realm? How else could Pang Jian have such power?"

The crowd’s faces changed suddenly.

"Keep your voice down!"

Lu Jie reprimanded in a low voice.

Jiang Chao also became somewhat apprehensive and whispered, "It’s highly probable that Pang Jian has been tempted by the leader of the Alien Gods from Netherworld Prison, became His follower, and was thus granted Divine Objects and great power. He..."

Jiang Chao, filled with malice, said, "He might even guide the Alien Tribes from beyond the sky into Purgatory, thereby freeing more Alien Tribes that were suppressed in the Fifth Realm!"

Upon hearing these words, everyone became more frightened, unsure of what the future held.

"You are right,"

At the bottom of the pit, Fu Wangchen, the presumed future leader of the Desolated Terrains, seemed to awaken from deep contemplation.

He looked at Jiang Chao with approving eyes and said, "Rarely do you stay clear-headed, not lost by the escape from the Ice Armor Eel Dragon’s maw."

"I have a plan..."

Fu Wangchen looked towards the glacial summit.

In this place seemingly merged by Pang Jian, his gaze was focused, and Pang Jian instantly became aware.

Pang Jian, who was taking advantage of various materials to recover his strength fully, squinted his eyes to look over.

"A mere clown, of no concern."

Pang Jian sneered and shook his head.

"Shhla!"

A flash of Ice Light shot out suddenly, like a casual sword thrust from a God Spirit, penetrating and slaughtering the future leader of the Desolated Terrains.

"Pang Jian!"

A tiny figure, identical to Fu Wangchen, flew out from the third eye on its forehead, screaming in horror at Pang Jian.

"Hum! Hum hum hum!"

Several Golden Bee Insects arrived in an instant, and as the tiny figure fled from the lifeless body, they furiously tore at its soul.

Tearing here, tearing there, the Bee Insects managed to rip an eight-armed skeletal soul shadow from the tiny figure’s third eye!

The Alien God, Skull Breaker!

Just like Fu Wangchen’s main body, his Spiritual Soul, which had refined the Divine Eye with Divine Consciousness, had become a vessel for the contamination of the Alien God Skull Breaker!

"You, who were scrambling for a hiding place among the gods, dare to lurk in the dark, continuing your mischief?"

"You think I can’t see you?"

Pang Jian scoffed.

The Bee Insects suddenly exerted force, first gnawing away the eight arms of Skull Breaker, then working on devouring His skull.

"Pang Jian! In the eyes of the Outer Realm gods, you have become a must-kill target!"

"One day, the Boundary Wall of Purgatory will shatter, and you will be the first to be bombarded to death by the gods! Pang Jian, your numerous atrocities will not be forgiven by the gods!"

"Your cruelty and tyranny have provoked the wrath of all gods; you cannot escape!"

The shrill divine voice of Skull Breaker was deafening.

The speculation that Pang Jian had colluded with the Outer Realm Alien Gods and became a follower of the Netherworld Prison Alien Gods naturally fell apart.

The malicious conjecture of Jiang Chao suddenly turned into a colossal joke.

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