The Purgatory Calamity
Chapter 392 - 371 The Handy Demon Sword_1

Chapter 392: Chapter 371 The Handy Demon Sword_1

Amidst the fragmented sky,

Hundreds of trees and plants form a dense suspended forest, obscuring the sky curtain.

Miasma poison fog, laden with deadly toxins, is also drawn by the sapling’s power, filling the gaps between trees and creating an impenetrable seal.

Under the gloomy sky, the desolate land of Sky Fortune reveals a spectacle.

The Wood Tribe warriors, ordered to leave the Thousand Miles of Cloud Land, and several ferocious beasts with turbulent auras, excitedly gaze at the anomaly in the sky from their positions scattered around Sky Fortune City.

This is the first time they have witnessed the master of this land reveal another form of power.

"Our God Spirit is showing its might!"

"I see it, a man and a woman from the Human Race have arrived, and the God Spirit is about to personally exterminate them!"

"Indeed, He knows our strongest warriors have left and is worried we might be affected, so He is using His power to blast the enemy!"

The Wood Tribe hosts discuss with gratitude.

At that moment,

"Swish!"

A figure surrounded by azure ribbons, heading straight for the Third Realm, suddenly dives into the green miasma clouds.

The dense poison fog instantly engulfs her, corroding her body, mind, and will.

Patches of light green, yellow, and orange leaves come drifting through the smoke, filling her field of vision and her... Spirit Sea of Consciousness.

The last thing Zhu Ying sees is a delicate little girl surrounded by myriad bizarre leaves within her Sea of Consciousness.

"Shatter!"

The little girl exclaims lightly.

Showers of sharp branches, like a peacock’s tail, suddenly sprout from her slender body, endlessly spreading and piercing through Zhu Ying’s Sea of Consciousness.

The bone-deep pain originates from Zhu Ying’s Spiritual Soul.

Her Spiritual Soul is punctured and perforated by the blade-like branches, gradually becoming motionless.

"Huff!"

Pang Ling, in her spiritual body form, walks out from the miasma poison fog with a graceful step, her foot pressing down on Zhu Ying’s skull.

As the fog disperses, her jade-like eyes reveal a contemplative look: "The Soul Wandering Realm of the Human Race is easily killed in the world I so carefully manage."

Having tasted a small victory, she builds confidence in her powers.

Looking down below, she says, "The other one won’t escape either."

Below.

After the destruction of the Rain Field Cave Heaven, Jiang Yutian unleashes a small dragon boat. Hiding within, he swiftly flies through the void, attempting to escape the fragmented land by skimming along the Cloud Marsh.

—He dares not steer the dragon boat, soaring up like Zhu Ying did.

He has long felt that, in the skies of the Cloud Marsh, those terrifying suspended forests radiate a murderous air, with roots and branches of ancient trees swaying as if they were heads of creatures from beyond the heavens.

Knowing that flying high would be unwise, he chooses to fly low.

"Eh!"

Jiang Yutian cries out in shock: "The evil trees have become sentient!"

He abruptly turns his head and shouts angrily, "Fu Wangchen, you’ve actually conspired with an evil tree in the desolate land of the Fourth Realm, a tree that’s clearly not right!"

"The entire Desolated Terrains might be compromised!"

The dragon boat flies several feet in the air, radiating a purple-gold luster, forming a defensive membrane akin to a firm cover.

Jiang Yutian curses as he flees.

"Whoosh! Whoosh, whoosh!"

Gigantic ancient trees sway their fearsome branches and leaves. Suddenly, they descend from the heavens or erupt from the muddy ground, swiftly encircling the boat.

A moment later, the dragon boat is trapped, unable to move an inch and sinking into the forest ocean.

Jiang Yutian screams, quickly abandoning the dragon boat and fleeing.

Immediately, he sees streams of sword light like long rivers attacking from all directions, filling much of the surrounding void.

Some sword-light rivers abruptly transform, solidifying into blazing suns that oppress and suffocate him.

Others turn into crystal-clear glaciers as they approach, with piercing lightning visible within the translucent ice rocks.

Still, other sword lights condense into stunning stars, calmly observing him like eyes.

Upon concentrating his Divine Consciousness, the radiant stars suddenly morph into demonic eyes that drag down one’s soul.

Jiang Yutian is deeply shaken, feeling a golden light flash by; his soul, floating in the Sea of Consciousness, immediately suffers a scorching, eroding pain.

"God Spirit! These are powers that only Outer Realm God Spirits can control!"

"Fu Wangchen! Your soul has been corrupted by an Alien God; you’re no longer yourself!"

Jiang Yutian screams in terror.

The sword-light edges suddenly freeze, targeting him from various angles. As his soul panics, the sword lights sweep across his body, Spiritual Sea, and Sea of Consciousness.

"Bang!"

Jiang Yutian’s body is destroyed, and his soul shatters.

He bursts into a cloud of blood in mid-air, with limbs and flesh scattering towards the muddy ground, becoming nourishment for the ferocious plants.

"Swoosh!"

Pang Jian arrives with his sword, landing on the leafy branches of a giant tree, watching Jiang Yutian’s demise.

A portion of his Divine Sense thought enters the broken sword in his hand, guarding against the Origin Demon’s every move and watching for its backlash.

"Pang Jian, by joining forces, we truly have... a smooth and favorable wind!"

"I now realize that we are the most compatible! We from the Outer Realm Sky Demon Race are adept at myriad transformations, at beguiling hearts, and at communication and learning."

"And your Spiritual Sea power is complex and diverse, I will endow it with my Demon Thought, every single sword light you refine with Alien Power will instantly be enhanced a level!"

"Pang Jian, we are the perfect match!"

"..."

The Source Demon’s numerous Demon Thoughts danced joyously as if they had discovered a new world.

Pang Jian responded with a cold laugh.

"What are you laughing at?" the Source Demon asked, flustered.

"You didn’t find the opportunity," Pang Jian said as he observed the many changes in the Source Demon’s Demon Thoughts. "Without you, killing him would have been as easy as turning my hand over. You must have realized that we wouldn’t even reach a situation where both parties are injured, which is why you were willing to fight so hard."

As a mid-stage Soul Wandering Realm practitioner with a body refined by the "Great Creation Sacred Body," he was a level higher than Jiang Yutian, who didn’t focus on flesh and blood construction.

His Spiritual Soul, constructed from three thousand divine consciousnesses, was several levels above Jiang Yutian’s as well.

His dantian was the Chaos Sea, with stars and the sun and moon, the Flame Pool and Ice Pool, the "Heart of Winter" and the nearby Thunder Pond. This was something Jiang Yutian couldn’t even compare to.

In body, soul, and Spiritual Sea, he surpassed by a great margin. Jiang Yutian, who was of the same realm, didn’t have the slightest hope of victory.

In this situation that could be described as an overwhelming advantage, having the Origin Demon Sword or not, both Jiang Yutian and Zhu Ying were doomed to die in the Thousand Miles of Cloud Land.

He had underestimated his own combat power, not realizing the tremendous advantage he held in his realm, which was why he had drawn the Origin Demon Sword.

"No, no, I truly surrendered," the Source Demon responded with a guilty conscience.

Pang Jian did not expose it, stripped Jiang Yutian of his storage ring, and landed on the Dragon Boat, flying towards the Sapling’s main body.

He looked down in thought: "This sword..."

There was one thing the Source Demon said that he agreed with in his heart—the sword indeed suited him.

The complex and ever-changing Chaos Sea he possessed, the Chaotic Sword Skill he comprehended, combined with the dispatch of the Origin Demon Sword when it was truly unpredictable, and the might could be enhanced by a notch.

But the purely pristine spiritual power that could accommodate all alien forces, after being endowed with the Source Demon’s Demon Thought, could form a scene where the Heaven Demon wreaks havoc on the world.

By relying on pure spiritual power and the unique abilities of the Origin Demon Sword, he obliterated the Rain Field Cave Heaven.

When he displayed the "fusion" part of his comprehended sword technique and combined it with the deployment of the Origin Demon Sword’s sword light, there was the Fierce Sun overhead, glacial ice and thunder combined in a glacier, or suddenly, countless stars turned into demonic eyes.

The marvelousness of "fusion" was something he had yet to fully demonstrate before Jiang Yutian died a pathetic death.

What was truly terrifying about the Chaotic Sword Skill was the ability to forcefully combine different attributes and alien substances, creating an appalling power of distortion and upheaval in an instant.

This was far more formidable than the might of fusion.

And this was the true essence of the sword technique imparted by Pu Zhaotian.

"Father, this is that woman’s legacy."

"Clang!"

Another storage ring flew out from a falling leaf and landed on the Dragon Boat.

The Dragon Boat also stopped quietly.

The Sapling shifted its position, but Li Yuqing didn’t move.

Gathering some spiritual power, she deployed a shiny silver-white Firm Cover and watched as Pang Jian arrived on the Dragon Boat. She hummed lightly, "Just now, what nonsense were you talking about?"

Pang Jian was taken aback: "What did I say?"

"Something about the person you admire..." Li Yuqing reminded through gritted teeth.

"Fu Wangchen from the Desolated Terrains admires you, doesn’t he? I’ve heard it from my sister Zhuang and others. Ever since you defeated him, he’s been pestering you nonstop," Pang Jian said seriously. "Everyone knows how much he admires you, that’s why he keeps coming back to challenge you again and again."

"You are you, he is him!"

Li Yuqing glared at Pang Jian angrily and warned, "From now on, don’t go around spouting nonsense under someone else’s identity!"

"Oh."

Pang Jian felt bewildered.

"Give me their storage rings. I will deal with them," Li Yuqing extended her hand openly, saying, "Once my injuries are healed and I manage it through the Li Family’s channels, I will give you the corresponding Spirit Crystals."

"If you try to sell them yourself and something goes wrong, people will know you killed Jiang Yutian and Zhu Ying."

"Before Pu Zhaotian advances to True God, if the Jiang and Zhu families learn of this, you will be in trouble."

She was genuinely considering Pang Jian’s situation.

"Oh."

Pang Jian tossed them over indifferently.

The storage rings weren’t locked. He had scanned them with his Divine Sense and seen many small items and utensils, but none he could use, so he didn’t care much.

"Li Yuanchen, was he really killed by you?" Li Yuqing suddenly asked.

"Hmm."

"I knew it."

The girl pursed her lips in a smile, "When you said those words, with that expression and momentum, I knew it was your doing. Heh, you were even thinking of framing Fu Wangchen, but it’s a shame the two are dead and can’t spread the news."

"Fu Wangchen, actually, also..."

Pang Jian, realizing he was about to slip up, abruptly stopped.

However, the girl was taken aback.

A moment later, she inhaled softly, her beautiful face shining with excitement, and pressed, "How did you do it? I’m quite familiar with that guy, it wouldn’t have been so easy to kill him if you were on the same level as him."

Pang Jian thought for a moment and kept silent.

When he killed Fu Wangchen, he hadn’t yet successfully constructed his Spiritual Soul and was a level lower.

Relying on the "Heart of Winter," he found killing Fu Wangchen to be easier than killing Jiang Yutian, actually with no difficulty at all.

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