The Purgatory Calamity
Chapter 371 - 350 Origin Demon Sword_1

Chapter 371: Chapter 350 Origin Demon Sword_1

"Is he the new prime disciple taken in by Pu Zhaotian?"

"Pu Zhaotian, he even plans to make him the future Tower Master of the Sword Tower?"

"I don’t see anything extraordinary about him."

"Pu Zhaotian shamelessly lingered in the Immortal Realm for years, reluctant to make a move towards True God, claiming he hadn’t found a suitable successor. In my opinion, he’s just a coward, making excuses for himself!"

"So, he’s finally chosen a kid, is he going to ascend to True God now?"

"He, take on the heavy responsibility of the Tower Master of the Sword Tower?"

"..."

It was like stepping into a marketplace, with incredibly noisy voices coming from the floors below.

Pang Jian couldn’t help but be taken aback.

The Sword Tower, shaped like a nine-tiered pagoda inverted, had its ninth and most level floor, with a staircase in the center leading to the floors below.

On the ninth floor, he saw Spirit Swords of various widths, some as narrow as a finger; black iron, crystal, gold, made from many different materials.

Some swords were dull and seemed like scrap metal, while others had a divine brightness that attracted attention.

Some swords were placed on wooden boards, some inside scabbards, and some impaled on wooden boards as if drawing power to nourish their blades.

On the ninth floor, Pang Jian took a cursory glance and found there to be about a hundred Spirit Swords.

But the source of the noisy discussion was not the Spirit Swords on this floor.

"Without the birth of a Sword Spirit, it can only be considered a high-grade Spiritual Artifact, not so valuable."

Pang Jian walked down the stairs.

In the nine-story Sword Tower, the sharpness points downwards, with the grade of the Spirit Swords increasing on the lower floors.

The eighth, the seventh, the sixth.

The three floors of the Sword Tower were equally filled with various types of Spirit Swords, yet none had given birth to a Sword Spirit; no matter how intricate or bizarre they appeared, Pang Jian ignored them all.

From the fifth floor on, the number of Spirit Swords visibly decreased, with only about twenty to thirty on each floor.

Here, the Spirit Swords were displayed in cabinets, encased in special crystal jade, and also inserted on wooden boards.

In this place, the Spirit Swords could already emit chirping sounds.

Pang Jian casually touched a Spirit Sword - two fingers wide, three feet long, thin as cicada wings.

Inside the sword.

A blooming young woman of twenty-eight, with a stunningly colorful dress, spoke with a killing intent in her eyes, "Take your dirty hands off!"

She glared fiercely at Pang Jian.

Sharp sword light suddenly burst forth, nearly slicing through Pang Jian’s fingertips, forcing him to let go.

"A forced melon isn’t sweet."

A lead-gray broadsword, stuck in a wooden wall, laughed and said, "Come over here, pull me out, and I’ll follow you wherever you go!"

"Little master, stop being picky. Take me with you, and let’s conquer the world together!"

"Buzz! Buzz buzz!"

Sudden sword sounds arose as the sword tried to free itself from the wall, but it seemed to lack the ability to do so.

"Little master, choose me, choose me!"

"You are Pu Zhaotian’s disciple, the future Tower Master of the Sword Tower; if I accompany you to fight in Purgatory World, I’ll definitely become famous across the lands!"

"I can feel it, you cultivate a profound secret of extreme cold, I am the most suitable for you!"

"Buzz buzz!"

The many Spirit Swords on the fifth floor, some rejected and cursed him, while others enthusiastically extended their invitations.

Without touching them physically, Pang Jian used his Spiritual Soul to perceive and vaguely saw that within each Spirit Sword, a Sword Spirit existed.

They were in human form or Monster form, while some appeared as a fog or a gemstone glittering brightly.

The Sword Spirits were diverse and bizarre.

But without exception, they all could not leave the sword, nor could they control the sword to move.

"Also not a good choice."

Pang Jian went down to the fourth floor, then the third.

The result was the same.

The Spirit Swords on the third, fourth, and fifth floors had reached the level of Holy Artifacts and had Sword Spirits, but none were considered the top Holy Artifacts.

By the second floor, he found only twelve Spirit Swords, all floating in mid-air.

As soon as Pang Jian stepped in, the twelve Spirit Swords rushed towards him, flying around him and chattering non-stop, sizing him up and passing judgment.

From these twelve Spirit Swords, Pang Jian felt a distinct mystery of the Great Tao.

It seemed that choosing any one of them could lead to Divine Enthronement through their Tao in the future.

"Blue Dream was bestowed to a kid named Qi Qingsong and since then left us."

"He’s one of them, also wants to select a path to Divine Enthronement, but he has a mixed aura that doesn’t suit us."

"He doesn’t have the qualifications for Divine Enthronement, I don’t think highly of him."

"Yeah, with his aptitude, he should pick a sword from the upper floors. We don’t welcome him here."

The twelve Spirit Swords on the second floor of the Sword Tower formed a small clique with surprisingly unanimous opinions, outright declaring a death sentence on Pang Jian.

Afterward, the twelve Spirit Swords, as if too lazy to deal with him further, returned to their places.

Not even uttering a word.

With one glance, Pang Jian knew he had no hope of acquiring any of the Spirit Swords on this floor.

So, he directly descended to the first floor.

Upon entering, he was shaken.

He didn’t see swords, but three people!

Two old men, one fat and one thin, dressed in blue robes, were clearly the senior predecessors of the Sword Tower.

At that moment, the two of them were clasping black and white pieces, engaged in a game of chess, while a phoenix of flames floated in mid-air.

The elderly strategists absorbed in the game seemed to not notice his entrance, still immersed in the chessboard.

The phoenix of flames transformed in a swirl, condensing into a stunningly beautiful woman in blue attire, who turned to Pang Jian with a faint smile and said, "You’ve refined a drop of Phoenix Marrow but did not become a Heavenly Phoenix Guard, which is quite interesting."

Pang Jian was secretly shocked.

"Your Spiritual Soul..."

She frowned, silently sensing for a few seconds, her expression slowly turning grave.

"I have never felt such mighty divinity in any member of the Human Race at the Spirit Condensation Realm. Even in generations past, during the opening of Purgatory, there were those who slew Alien God puppets and forged Spiritual Souls through the refinement of divinity."

"But..."

She shook her head solemnly, "None of them compare to you."

At this, the two elders turned their attention away from the chessboard, also casting curious glances at Pang Jian.

"Mrs. Feng, are you sure?"

The thin elder inquired.

"Mhm."

The woman, once a phoenix of fire, said, "There were people who bestowed their entire Divine Sense of the Hollow Profound Realm with divinity to forge a Spiritual Soul. But the amount of Divine Consciousness in those people pales in comparison to his."

"The two of you..."

Mrs. Feng smiled lightly, offering a slight bow, "I have a destiny with him, and I have taken a liking to him. With that, let’s part ways here."

"Mrs. Feng, after you go out, please do not pursue your sister’s death anymore. Otherwise, I fear even your soul will be extinguished, possibly dragging the Sword Tower down with you!"

The thin elder warned sternly.

"Rest assured, I won’t bring trouble to the Sword Tower," Mrs. Feng said, her words belying her true feelings.

"Crack! Crack, crack!"

In a corner of this level, an unusual sound emerged.

Pang Jian was taken aback as he looked over to see a hilt that resembled black crystal, struggling furiously to be pulled out.

It, too, was a sword.

However, with the blade entirely buried within a wooden plank, only the black crystalline hilt stood exposed, which was why it was inconspicuous.

"Source Demon!"

The two elders and the phoenix of flames changed expression.

A mass of black Demon Fire started to blaze from the black crystalline handle, and a twisted, vicious, and frenzied aura surged out from the black Demon Flame, instantly spreading throughout the Sword Tower.

The nine-story Sword Tower, in an instant, turned dark as if smeared with ink.

"Origin Demon Sword!"

"How could this sword be stirring as well!"

"What’s happening?"

All sentient swords within the Sword Tower were startled by the oppressive aura emanating from the first floor of the tower.

Outside the Sword Tower, the Immortal Realm Elders situated at the summit were also profoundly shocked.

Disciples who were unaware of the situation and did not know about the Origin Demon Sword hastily sought guidance from their elders, asking about matters related to the Origin Demon Sword.

"This sword does not belong to our Sword Tower; it’s from a branch of the Demon Sword Sect within the Demon Sect, wielded by the last Sect Master."

"Due to that Sect Master, because of this Origin Demon Sword, the Demon Sword Sect was directly expelled from the Demon Sect."

"In this world, there is no more Demon Sword Sect, and no more Origin Demon Sword."

"This sword has not shown any abnormalities for nearly three hundred years. This young man did not disturb the Divine Swords but has instead awakened the Demon Sword!"

"Whoosh! Whoosh, whoosh!"

Pu Zhaotian, Yao Junhong, Wang Ce, and Xu Yu, four Immortal Realm-level elders, landed on the four corners of the first layer of the Sword Tower, adopting a stance of readiness.

Chen Weihuang frowned, sending a message through the Sword Command, "Master, he has disturbed the Origin Demon Sword."

At the First Realm, where Pu Zhaotian was discussing affairs of battling the Alien Tribes with the other colossal True Gods and warning them of the peril from beyond the skies, he paused for a moment before replying, "If the Origin Demon Sword is willing to be controlled by him, then it’s fine for him to challenge the Origin Demon Sword."

"But that’s not a sword of our Sword Tower!" exclaimed Chen Weihuang.

"As long as it is a sword, in my eyes, it belongs to the Sword Tower! Whether it’s a sword of righteousness, an Evil Demon Sword, or a Demon Sword, if it’s a sword, then it aligns with our Great Tao!"

Pu Zhaotian continued his discourse with calm conviction.

The first floor of the Sword Tower.

"I want him!"

A voice filled with madness and fury emanated from the sword embedded in the wooden wall, which was suppressed by three Divine Swords, "A new era has arrived, the most terrifying ordeal of Purgatory has begun, and only by fusing with me can he shoulder the responsibility of revitalizing the Sword Tower!"

"Purgatory is on the brink of annihilation, and this world will shatter; the Sword Tower, the Demon Sword Sect, and all sword sects in the world will ultimately be reborn!"

"You three decrepit old fools, let me go, let me out!"

"I can smell it, the stench of blood on him, the dense aura of karma! I shall use his body, and with my Sword Dao, slaughter the approaching deities of the heavens!"

"I am the spirit of the Evil Demon, yet he can bear my Dao!"

The Origin Demon Sword hummed and vibrated.

The shrieking of the Sword Spirit was so annoying that it gave the three Divine Sword spirits a headache.

Pang Jian’s eyes widened in horror as he continually stared at that peculiar sword’s hilt, which kept shaking but seemed unable to leave the wall.

"Pu Zhaotian has sent a message!"

The plump elder’s face fell, his brow furrowed, and he turned to Mrs. Feng, "He implies that if the Origin Demon Sword is willing to be controlled by him, we are not allowed to suppress it any longer."

"Has Pu Zhaotian gone mad too?" Mrs. Feng said angrily.

"Let him try to draw the sword. If he pulls it out, then let him take the Origin Demon Sword away," the thin elder snorted and said, "This young Pu Zhaotian has not yet achieved Divine Enthronement; we can treat his orders with discretion."

"Alright, let him try to pull the sword then!"

Both the plump elder and Mrs. Feng agreed.

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