The Purgatory Calamity
Chapter 372 - 351: Easy Control_1

Chapter 372: Chapter 351: Easy Control_1

"Pang Jian."

The skinny old man let out a soft call and looked at the hilt of the Demon Sword, saying, "Mrs. Feng and Source Demon, you can choose one."

Without waiting for Pang Jian to speak, he continued, "If you choose the Source Demon, you will need to draw the sword with your own strength. If you manage to pull it out, it suggests you might possess the ability to control it. If not, the sword will remain here in the Sword Tower."

"Swoosh!"

He appeared instantly at the position of the Origin Demon Sword, sneering, "Still haven’t learned your lesson!"

His body quietly became transparent, and a pale cyan Spirit Sword, as if it were his own bones, emerged from under his blue robe.

Thousands of dazzling sword lights, like divine lightning from a dragon, penetrated the wall where the Origin Demon Sword was embedded, instantly extinguishing all the pitch-black demon fire that had invaded the Sword Tower.

In just a moment, the Sword Tower was restored to its original state.

His sword lights transformed into many invisible chains that locked the Origin Demon Sword in place below.

His sword force and Sword Intent were still penetrating the Origin Demon Sword, continuously weakening its power.

Soon, the Origin Demon Sword was greatly damaged, wailing mournfully, "Old codger, it was you who severed me back in the day. It’s just unfortunate that Mo Nan was too weak to successfully ascend to the True God Realm."

"Had he become a True God, merged his True God body with me, we might not have been defeated by you!"

"Mo Nan, oh Mo Nan, it’s your fault for not being resolute enough in your pursuit of the demonic path to successfully become a God Demon."

"Pang Jian, you are my true master, and I will help you ascend to be a Human True God."

"Hurry and take me away!"

The wails of the Source Demon Sword Spirit gradually turned into sobbing.

And at a certain moment, the sobbing abruptly ceased.

Pang Jian’s eyes revealed a hint of surprise as he realized that the three people before him were the Sword Spirits of three Divine Swords.

The sword was their body.

And the Origin Demon Sword embedded in the wall of the Sword Tower was suppressed by these three Divine Swords. Both its sword spirit and body were suppressed, unable to appear in human form.

"Source Demon, you’ve actually taken a fancy to such a kid,"

a sinister female voice suddenly rang out.

Pang Jian turned his head and noticed another sword with its hilt jutting out in a corner on the first floor of the Sword Tower.

That sword seemed to be crafted entirely from bones, exuding a thick aura of death.

"White Bone, this is none of your business. You’d best keep your mouth shut,"

Mrs. Feng snorted coldly, saying, "Because of you, another sin-ridden White Bone City was added to the Purgatory World. You deserve to die even more than the Source Demon; you will never be able to leave the Sword Tower."

"Heh, I’m waiting for the Sword Tower to fall, waiting for Pu Zhaotian to die, waiting for everyone to die," the Bone Sword said with a giggle, "Although it was the Purgatory Human Tribe that forged me, if no one is worthy to wield me, then I’ll seek out Alien God Spirits from Outer Realms."

"I am just a sword, not of the Human Race, I feel neither a sense of belonging nor guilt."

The Bone Sword provoked, "Source Demon, I’ll expect your help with introductions. I’ve heard you say that in the vast Outer Domain Galaxy, there are so-called God Spirits that spread death everywhere."

"I like such fellows!"

The Bone Sword boasted loudly.

The chubby old man grunted coldly, saying, "If that day really comes, I will destroy you first!"

As he finished speaking, tens of thousands more sword lights flew from within him, entering the location of the Bone Sword, severing the sword’s consciousness.

The Origin Demon Sword and Bone Sword were instantly silenced.

Pang Jian continued exploring every nook and cranny, and he spotted another blood-drenched sword hilt, also embedded in the wooden floor of the first layer.

This sword emanated a thick scent of blood, but its Sword Spirit did not make a sound.

The Origin Demon Sword, Bone Sword, and Blood Sword seemed to be Spirit Swords that had reached the domain of gods as well.

These three swords had absorbed too many sins; those who wielded them were all blasted to death by the powerful beings of the Sword Tower as for the swords... they were pardoned and suppressed on the first level of the Sword Tower.

Just arriving at the Sword Tower, Pang Jian was astonished by the powerful heritage of the Sect.

He thought that even if the Sect had declined, as long as a True God was born again, it would inevitably rise to the skies once more.

Just the Divine Swords that he had seen numbered three before him, with another three god-level malevolent beings suppressed.

In Pu Zhaotian’s hands, there must also be a Divine Sword, plus the one held by Li Yuqing.

The abundant Divine Artifacts in the Sword Tower simply left him astounded.

"Have you decided?"

Mrs. Feng urged impatiently, "Is it me, Mrs. Feng, or the Origin Demon Sword?"

By then, the Source Demon could no longer speak.

Pang Jian hesitated, asking, "I would like to know the origins of the Origin Demon Sword."

"You may,"

the skinny old man nodded slightly and said with a stern face, "This sword, whose Sword Spirit is named Source Demon, was forged with a soul not belonging to Purgatory."

"The Origin Demon Sword had only one master, Mo Nan, the Sect Master of the Demon Sword Sect. He failed in his attempt to ascend to the True God Realm and was corrupted by the Demon Sword. However, Mo Nan, though failing to ascend, not only survived but became more powerful. He intended to communicate with Alien Gods from Outer Realms, foolishly attempting to lead them into the Purgatory."

"Eventually, a former Sword God of the Sword Tower, who was also my... past master, killed Mo Nan and broke the Origin Demon Sword into two pieces."

"One piece of the Origin Demon Sword vanished into the Mysterious Fog after breaking and has never been seen since."

"The other piece, the broken sword, was then suppressed here on this level of the Sword Tower, and actually, its terrifying Sword Spirit had been greatly weakened."

"But this sword is still very malevolent. The Source Demon is not from Purgatory and it will always try to infect the wielder. Mo Nan could not resist its corruption and was controlled by it during his attempt to ascend to True Godhood."

"You..."

After laying out the context, the skinny old man said solemnly, "I recommend you choose Mrs. Feng."

Upon hearing that the Origin Demon Sword was not a product of Purgatory, Pang Jian’s eyes lit up, and he immediately said, "I choose the Origin Demon Sword!"

He moved to the Demon Sword with a hilt like black crystal jade and, without hesitation, grasped it and exerted his strength right away.

An Alien Power burst from his whole body, channeling his Qi and Blood into the palm of his hand, and he lifted with all his might.

The Origin Demon Sword did not budge an inch!

At the same time.

Hundreds of strange and mysterious Sword Intents traveled along the blood vessels of his palm and meridian channels, heading straight for his Sea of Consciousness.

"Huff! Huff, huff, huff!"

Streams of Sword Intent morphed into bizarre Alien Demons from the Outer Domain Galaxy.

Some were exceptionally beautiful women, some were demons tearing apart strong warriors of the Human Race, there were also monsters formed by the gathering of numerous Demon Souls, or like abyssal caves, Demonic Eyes, and others were deep purple man-eating Demon Flowers.

"My new master, let me show you what I can do!"

The Alien Gods from Outer Space, transformed from Sword Intent, joyfully roamed Pang Jian’s vast Sea of Consciousness, heading toward its furthest limits.

Various Alien Demons, clearly flying toward the edges of the Sea of Consciousness, were all connected to Pang Jian’s golden Spiritual Soul with a thread of soul.

Pang Jian stood towering, with a gold Spiritual Soul a hundred feet tall in his own Sea of Consciousness, coldly watching the flight of hundreds of Alien Demons.

He felt those Sword Intent Alien Demons probing and scrutinizing his innermost being.

There were also Alien Demons sneaking down to the "Spring Eye" beneath the Sea of Consciousness, attempting to contaminate his thought consciousness.

The golden Spiritual Soul cracked a cold smile.

"What are you laughing at?"

"New master, your aura is a bit strange, your Spiritual Soul..."

"Eh!"

"Boom!"

The hundreds of Alien Demons formed from Sword Intent surged into Pang Jian’s golden Spiritual Soul in an instant by sensing a hint of soul breath!

All the Alien Demons that had been distancing themselves and had become far from Pang Jian’s golden Spiritual Soul suddenly launched an assault on his Spiritual Soul in a single breath.

In an instant, Pang Jian was bombarded by hundreds of discordant and turbulent thoughts, attacking his golden Spiritual Soul in unison.

It was as if hundreds of spiritual torrents carrying countless stray thoughts had violently flooded into his Spiritual Soul, threatening to drown, overwhelm, and imprint foreign soul marks upon his own Spiritual Intelligence.

"Alien Power from the Outer Realm, this is your ability?"

Pang Jian shook his head and scoffed.

With a mere thought, he imagined himself as the Great Tao Thunder Pond that annihilates gods and Demon Souls and mobilized the Thunder Divine Power within the Thunder Vortex.

"Crack!"

A thousand strands of ghostly lightning that extinguished all beings sparked from the three thousand Divine Senses that constructed his Spiritual Soul, shattering the chaotic soul secret skill unleashed by the Origin Demon in the blink of an eye.

Pang Jian then employed a characteristic of his own golden Spiritual Soul, saying coldly, "Erosion..."

A power capable of smothering the divine will of Alien Gods from outside quietly emerged from his Spiritual Soul, systematically erasing the turbulent thoughts brought on by the innate characteristic of the "Ming Prison Soul Bee."

In just a few breaths, all the Alien Demons, which had entered Pang Jian’s Sea of Consciousness and had been crafted from Sword Intent, vanished without a trace.

The Sword Soul Source Demon’s aura suddenly became as weak as a fluttering thread.

The skinny old man sensed something unusual, released his suppression of the Origin Demon Sword, and with a frown said, "Pang Jian, it seems that you’ve hurt the Sword Soul’s vitality, you..."

"Old man, I, I don’t want to choose him as master anymore. I’ve suddenly come to my senses, I’ll just stay in Sword Tower."

"I’ve accompanied you well for many years, and it feels... quite good. I’m reluctant to leave, so I’ll continue to accompany you. Let Mrs. Feng and him fight in Purgatory."

"I’m not playing this game anymore."

The Origin Demon Sword muttered weakly.

And at that moment.

Pang Jian casually lifted, and the severed sword with a hilt made of the same black crystal jade was smoothly drawn out by him.

"Old man! Keep suppressing it! Why don’t you continue to exert pressure on him!?"

"I clearly don’t want to leave anymore, why did you suddenly let go?"

"Aren’t you worried that once I get out, I’ll find my other half in the Mysterious Fog and tear this damned place down?"

The Origin Demon’s threats echoed far and wide with underlying panic.

"I believe, even if you find your other half and recover all your power, you won’t be able to do anything to him," the skinny old man scoffed and waved his sleeve, saying, "I wish you both storm through Purgatory!"

Pang Jian, holding the black crystal jade broken sword, along with the broken sword, was thrown out by a flick of his sleeve.

"Shouzi, you..."

The chubby old man squinted his small eyes, looked at the sword hole the Origin Demon Sword had left, and said, "Did you feel it? His Spiritual Soul is very much like the soul of an Alien God from the Outer Realm."

"Hmm, it’s because it’s filled with divinity," the skinny old man replied.

"He’s only been in Spirit Condensation for a short time, are you really confident in letting him take the Origin Demon Sword out?" Mrs. Feng asked, changing color.

"I am confident, because the Origin Demon cannot corrupt him. If he does something in Purgatory World that brings despair and anger to people, it should be due to his own true nature, not related to the Origin Demon," the skinny old man said with a stern face. "Pu Zhaotian’s decision to choose him was a perilous move, but it does indeed bring a glimmer of hope to Sword Tower."

"What hope?"

Mrs. Feng and the chubby old man asked.

"To bring Sword Tower out of Purgatory’s Second Realm to the First Realm, or even out of Purgatory!" the skinny old man exclaimed in a low voice.

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