The Purgatory Calamity
Chapter 355 - 334: Numerous Spirit Condensations_1

Chapter 355: Chapter 334: Numerous Spirit Condensations_1

North Ruins, the future lord of the Desolated Terrains, thus perished, body and spirit both destroyed.

With his body destroyed, his Spiritual Soul was forced into display, and then dragged out by the Bee Insect as an image of the Skull Breaker’s soul, proving that he had long been tainted by the Outer Realm’s Alien God.

The words that Pang Jian had spoken to everyone before being driven out of the Absolute Sky Forbidden Land were now confirmed.

——The one corrupted by the Alien God from the Outer Realm wasn’t Pang Jian of the Sword Tower but Fu Wangchen of the Desolated Terrains.

The truth was laid out before their eyes, and everyone had witnessed it themselves; there was no room for denial.

"Fu, died just like that in this world?"

Lu Jie found it hard to accept.

"A heroic figure, his soul shattered here, it’s pitiful and lamentable."

Qiao Zhen sighed with emotion.

Fang Boxuan also felt a sense of loss, and as he looked up towards Pang Jian at the top of the glacier, he had a strange feeling as if the world was turned upside down, and the rules of the world were toppled.

The Sword Tower of the Second Realm currently had no True God presiding over it and was far from comparable to the Desolated Terrains.

However.

In this void, shrouded by Mysterious Fog, the recently recorded Pang Jian of the Sword Tower displayed an invincible demeanor—first, he destroyed a corporeal manifestation of the Lei Meng Beast God and then made an eighth-level Ice Armor Eel Dragon submit meekly.

Now, with the power of a ghostly deity, he easily strangled the pride of the Desolated Terrains, Fu Wangchen.

After the Fang Family was destroyed, what Fang Boxuan dreamed of and yearned to achieve had been step by step realized by Pang Jian.

It was because of Fu Wangchen’s existence and a sudden thought from his master Li Chu that the Fang Family met with disaster, and he was forced to conceal his name and cultivate in solitude under the Blood Moon.

"Fu Wangchen is dead. The person who should have been killed by me, died at the hands of Pang Jian."

Fang Boxuan shook his head, his soul as if floating in the clouds.

"By you?"

Chen Lushi scoffed from the side.

With a light curl of her lips, she mocked, "If you had the cultivation and insight of Pang Jian, you wouldn’t have been sucked away by the Ice Armor Eel Dragon in the lakes of the Absolute Sky Forbidden Land. Fang Xuan, your biggest mistake is..."

Her words suddenly stopped.

She abruptly remembered that the mistake made by Fang Boxuan, the mistrust of Pang Jian, was also her greatest error.

What right did she have to mock Fang Boxuan?

"Pang Jian!"

Lu Jie called out softly towards the glacier.

Sitting atop the mountain, Pang Jian, immersed in his cultivation, turned a deaf ear to her call, continuing his intense cultivation.

In mid-air.

Ice Surplus and several sixth-level Ice Tribe warriors watched coldly.

Lu Jie, who had wanted to yell a few accusations and throw some harsh words, was stared at by those Ice Tribe warriors. The Spiritual Sea in her dantian seemed to be wrapped in coldness, and she was unable to speak out.

"What should we do?"

Xiao Yu, now wearing a clean robe that highlighted her slender legs, swept her eyes filled with confusion across Jiang Chao, Lu Jie, Chen Lushi, Fang Boxuan, and others.

In the end, she looked at Qiao Zhen of the Qiao family, which was allied with the Sword Tower, and said softly, "Sister Zhen, with the Sky Peng Battleship destroyed and all the large Flying Spirit Artifacts crashed, how can we leave?"

"I don’t know either." Qiao Zhen smiled bitterly.

"How about you go and ask someone from the Sword Tower?" Xiao Yu lowered her head and sighed, "My Xiao family’s people are all dead, and this place is too terrifying. I don’t want any more opportunities; I just want to leave here as soon as possible."

"Who doesn’t want to leave?" Qiao Zhen shook her head.

"To leave, maybe we can only rely on the Sword Tower since the Sword Boat didn’t crash and is still moored deep within the Mysterious Fog." Thinking of this, Fang Boxuan instinctively looked in the direction they came from.

"The Sword Boat is still there?!"

The spirits of the crowd were instantly lifted.

"Yes, wait. Now we can only wait for Qi Qingsong and Zhuang Yuyan to finish their tasks and ask them to take us with them when they leave." Fang Boxuan spoke with endless sadness.

Maybe it was several hours later, or perhaps after a few days.

"Whoosh!"

A magnificent phoenix with fluttering wings flew out from the forehead of the meditating Dong Tianze within the ruined city. This young cultivator, who like Pang Jian came from the Fourth Realm and was favored by the Yin Spirit Temple, opened his tightly closed eyes.

His pupils contained a divine light, appearing deep and mysterious.

The splendidly winged giant phoenix gently enveloped his lean body, releasing a tranquil and holy aura of divinity, carefully nurturing him.

"Dong Xiaozi!"

Qi Qingsong was startled and exclaimed in wonder, "What’s this? Have you finished with Spirit Condensation?"

"Yes."

Dong Tianze replied solemnly within the embrace of the phoenix wings, "My Spiritual Soul is formed; now I must fuse the Spiritual Soul with the Heaven Phoenix Mark and stabilize my realm."

"How many Divine Senses did you total before forging your Spiritual Soul, and how many of them contained divinity?" Qi Qingsong asked, scratching his head.

"Over three hundred in total, I didn’t count precisely. As for Divine Senses containing divinity, probably over two hundred..."

After giving his answer, Dong Tianze fell silent and resumed his cultivation.

"Over three hundred!"

On the hill above the pit, the faces of Chen Lushi, Jiang Chao, and others were filled with envy and jealousy.

Their Divine Senses only amounted to a little over one hundred and twenty, and they hadn’t seized any divinity from the Alien Gods.

They were still far from forging their own Spiritual Soul.

Dong Tianze, who came from the Yin Spirit Temple of the Third Realm, had integrated a Heaven Phoenix Mark and managed to forge a Spiritual Soul before others, with more than three hundred Divine Senses!

After a long while.

"Err..."

Zhao Yuanqi of Red Mountain formed a mountain within her Sea of Consciousness with her Divine Sense.

The mountain was a hundred feet tall; however, only two-thirds of it was crimson, while the rest was gray.

With a thought, the mountain, which she had envisioned and forged from her Divine Sense, transformed into her clear image - her face, neck, and abdomen being crimson, while below the legs was gray.

"The divinity I’ve divided is still insufficient; otherwise... it should all be crimson."

She glanced at Qi Qingsong.

Qi Qingsong exclaimed, "You’ve also condensed it?"

"Mm."

Zhao Yuanqi nodded and, before he could ask further, took the initiative to say, "My total Divine Sense is less than three hundred, I must have not gathered enough divinity, so..."

"I, Zhou Qingchen, Dong Tianze, the three of us shared the most divinity." Qi Qingsong wasn’t secretive and frankly said, "When Pang Jian was captured on the Sky Peng Battleship by Fu Wangchen, Dong Xiaozi kept soaring into the sky, Black Iron Mountain was destroyed, and he was also severely injured."

"And Zhou Qingchen and I, our relationship with Pang Jian goes without saying!"

"You have an opinion?"

Qi Qingsong snorted.

Zhao Yuanqi shook her head, not uttering a word of rebuttal.

Several days later.

Qi Qingsong himself, Wu Yuan, also successively succeeded in Spirit Condensation.

Apart from Zhou Qingchen, whose realm was the lowest, and Zhuang Yuyan, who had already achieved Spirit Condensation, the four of them used those pure divinities to successfully forge their Spiritual Souls.

"I condensed my spirit too early!"

Zhuang Yuyan stamped her foot in regret.

The moment the Sword Boat entered the Mysterious Fog, her immediate Spirit Condensation, although it also garnered some divinity, made her feel that the benefits she reaped were far less than those obtained by Dong Tianze, Qi Qingsong, and others.

"If I had known about today’s amazing fortune, I should have held back, I should have waited until today!"

She felt an indescribable sense of regret.

"Hoo!"

"Huff huff!"

Three flat battleships, with the diligent repairs of the Ice Tribe, rose from the Frozen Land where the cold was more intense.

"Success!"

"Second Elder! We have successfully launched these ships!"

"With them, we can cross the vast Misty Sea, and reach the expansive Star River beyond!"

Many of the Ice Tribe clanspeople were cheering.

Recently, another Elder had broken through the bloodline limits and advanced to level seven.

And many more tribespeople, after the great battle, had obtained bloodline enhancements from the Alien Tribes’ relics and the fragments of the Thunder Divine Court.

The Ice Tribe saw the dawn of their rise, their cold blood gradually boiling, all planning to await Pang Jian’s command, preferably for him to personally lead them out of the Frozen Land.

...

At the foot of the glacier where Pang Jian was located.

"Halt!"

Two warriors, Ice Halberd and Ice Cloud, looked sternly at an uninvited guest.

Chen Lushi, who had taken great care with her appearance, with painted eyebrows and full lips, even her beauty mark seemed more enticing.

With a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth, she said, "I have a matter with Pang Jian, would the two of you please allow me to go up."

Ice Halberd sneered, "The lord has instructed that only those from the shattered city may pass on matters."

"And you..."

Shaking his head, Ice Halberd disdainfully said, "Clearly do not fall within that list, please leave!"

"Why the discrimination?!"

Chen Lushi, annoyed, looked up at the peak of the glacier, wanting her shrill voice to reach Pang Jian’s ears.

"Less nonsense!"

Ice Cloud, even more temperamental, darkened in expression, the ice rock beneath his feet crackling and shattering.

Pieces of sturdy rock ice, already permeated by his Bloodline Power, were ready to fly up and launch a violent storm-like assault on Chen Lushi.

"Alien Tribes are Alien Tribes after all!"

Chen Lushi left with resentment.

By the time she returned to the crater hills, she shouted, "Wu Yuan! You’re the leader of this group from the Demon Sect, are you really going to mingle with them forever?"

Wu Yuan coldly said, "Still better than being with you."

Before Chen Lushi could rage, he added another blow, "You led the group, bringing all those who surrendered to you into the lake to feed the Ice Armor Eel Dragons."

"It is because I did not join you that I’m still alive and have successfully cast a Spiritual Soul."

This remark was enough to make Chen Lushi nearly spit blood.

...

As time passed, Pang Jian, still sitting atop the glacier, made no movement.

Inside the ruined city, Qi Qingsong and others who had succeeded in Spirit Condensation were busy stabilizing their realm and cultivation, with no rush or impatience, all practicing calmly.

The people of the Ice Tribe turned over every corner of the Forbidden Land of the Thunder God, scouring for all that was left behind by the Alien Tribes.

The Forbidden Land of the Thunder God and the Frozen Land, because they merged into one and there was no sign of splitting again,

thus, after consulting the clanspeople, the Ice Tribe renamed the combined Fragment Lands — Ice-thunder Fragment Land.

One day.

"I’ve also successfully cast my Spiritual Soul." Lu Jie from the Desolated Terrains woke from her long and arduous meditation, regretfully saying, "Unfortunately, I haven’t been able to obtain divinity, and unlike Fu, I couldn’t create an eye with embedded divinity."

"I have also succeeded in Spirit Condensation." Jiang Chao, Chen Lushi, and others, one by one, ascended to the Spirit Condensation Realm.

Those trapped in the Ice-thunder Forbidden Land had no choice but to settle their hearts and endure, each breaking through their realm’s restrictions.

"Pang Jian, why hasn’t he condensed a Spiritual Soul yet?"

When even Zhou Qingchen, who was the weakest when he first arrived, had condensed his Spiritual Soul among the city’s ruins, everyone couldn’t help but look towards the glacier’s summit.

...