The Purgatory Calamity
Chapter 412 - 391: Eradicate the Source Demon_1

Chapter 412: Chapter 391: Eradicate the Source Demon_1

The humming of the Origin Demon Sword suddenly rose!

Following the Demon God Lamp and the Purple Demon Eye, the third magical treasure from the Demon Sect also began to demonstrate its terrifying side.

"Master, I have a method to capture the six secret realms created by the Demon God Lamp,"

The numerous Demon Thoughts of Source Demon showed immense excitement, eagerly saying, "You just swing the sword, and I will naturally cooperate with you, using my power to pull out those six secret realms."

"These secret realms, no matter how shattered they become, can be restored within the sword’s internal world!"

"With those six secret realms, the power of this sword can increase yet again, becoming a sharp weapon for your future conquests beyond the heavens!"

The clamoring voice of the Source Demon became louder and louder within the sword’s world, and the humming of the Demon Sword grew increasingly piercing.

"Good."

Pang Jian secretly cooperated, gathering his strength within the sword.

"Whoosh!"

A sword light, like a long river, suddenly shined brightly and then dimly as it flew toward Demon Sect’s Hong Qiming.

The vast and misty Star River began to slowly reveal itself.

Next, the spectacles of shining sun and moon, erupting volcanoes, and exploding thunderbolts were successively transformed by the Sword Intent within that river of sword light.

Suddenly, the river of sword light came to a halt midway, and the magic power of Source Demon burst forth violently.

"Huff! Huff-huff! Huff-huff-huff!"

The six tattered secret realms summoned by Hong Qiming using the Demon God Lamp were drawn towards the river of sword light, as if being sucked in.

The secret realms that should have disintegrated and vanished condensed into six rice-sized black dots, each falling onto that stretch of sword light.

"My Demon God Lamp!"

The spiritual soul of Hong Qiming screamed from the wick of the lamp.

The flame of the wick, due to the absorption of the six secret realms, was extinguished in an instant.

Hong Qiming’s spiritual soul instantly became extremely weak, and he immediately communicated with his True Body, employing another secret skill.

"Swoosh!"

The True Body of Hong Qiming appeared beside the Clear Oil Lamp in a cross-legged posture.

He grabbed the Clear Oil Lamp, pouring his strength into the wick, and his spiritual soul abruptly enlarged, shouting at the stationary sword light river, "Demon Magnetic Element Movement!"

The rice-sized black dots and the wick of the Demon God Lamp once again resonated strongly.

The six black dots, already enveloped by starlight and cold power, were being gradually erased of Hong Qiming’s remaining Divine Sense under the combined forces of Pang Jian and the Source Demon.

The sudden arrival of his True Body, desperately infusing power in the struggle, caused the six secret realms to wriggle and fly around again.

"Elder Hong!"

Wu Yuan uttered lightly.

Hong Qiming, in the midst of casting spells, was distracted by the call and looked to see purple Demon Light erupting from within the Purple Demon Eye.

Hong Qiming became dizzy and vomited blood, hissing fiercely, "Wu Yuan, you collude with disciples of the Sword Tower, striking at your own people, you will not die well!"

"You attacked your own people involved in the Glory Rankings, you also deserve death," Wu Yuan said coldly.

At the same time,

The Source Demon within the Origin Demon Sword held by Pang Jian was scheming in secret.

"Wu Yuan, you are the rightful successor of the Demon Sect, the Master of the Purple Demon Eye. This Origin Demon Sword, as well as the Demon God Lamp, should be under your sovereign control. The Sword Spirit and the lamp’s core can both be integrated into the Purple Demon Eye."

"You should seize the moment to cut down Pang Jian and take the sword for yourself!"

"..."

A thread of thought emerged in Wu Yuan’s mind.

He hesitated for a moment, believing it was the Great Demon God Hemo Tian within the Purple Demon Eye trying to bewitch him, and hastily stayed true to his convictions, unaffected by the temptation.

On the other hand,

"I am the soul of the Demon Sword; I truly do not wish to strike against the Demon Sect’s people. However, with the sword in hand, there is no choice but to act."

"Hong Qiming, should you be willing to take up this sword, I wish to serve you as my master, assisting you in hunting down the whelps of the Sword Tower!"

"The Demon God Lamp is no match for the Purple Demon Eye, but once you wield the Demon Sword, you can easily overpower Wu Yuan!"

"..."

A voice echoed through Hong Qiming’s mind.

The malevolent ideas of the Source Demon manifested within Pang Jian, Wu Yuan, and Hong Qiming, showing subservience to Pang Jian and attempting to seduce Wu Yuan and Hong Qiming with different words.

"I am willing to take up the sword!"

Hong Qiming responded with his heart under the bleak circumstances!

The next moment, under the seduction of the Source Demon, he first returned his spiritual soul to the Sea of Consciousness and then, holding the extinguished Clear Oil Lamp, leapt into the still sword light river.

Clusters of Demon Cloud, Demon Light, and Demon Fire suddenly fell into the wick of the Clear Oil Lamp.

Where Hong Qiming’s spiritual soul should have been, a tiny chaotic Demon Shadow appeared, and the extinguished wick flared fiercely back to life!

"Boom-boom! Boom-boom! Boom-boom-boom!"

The six black dots within the sword light river transformed back into six large secret realms, and the one controlling these secret realms changed from Hong Qiming to a Demon Soul of the Source Demon.

"Shatter!"

The Source Demon cackled as the six secret realms crazily expanded and swelled, rupturing the sword light river.

"Bang!"

As the sword light river exploded, Pang Jian, the swordsman, immediately suffered a backlash.

The out-of-control bursting power, coupled with the terrifying brute force of the six secret realms, acted on Pang Jian all at once.

Six beams of strange light erupted from his chest, and he instantly bled profusely, knocked to the ground by the backlash, unable to rise.

The Origin Demon Sword also dropped from his hand to the ground.

"Source Demon!"

Pang Jian roared furiously.

He instantly understood that the Source Demon had been meddling in the shadows again, taking advantage of the situation to reach an agreement with Hong Qiming and, through Hong’s power, made him suffer greatly.

"The Origin Demon Sword!"

"Hahaha! Who would have thought this sword could be so terrifying? I had underestimated the Demon Sword Sect, underestimated Mo Nan!"

"Now that I have this sword, I also possess a Divine Artifact!"

Hong Qiming laughed maniacally.

He grasped the Origin Demon Sword in his hand, the veins on his arm, the tiny meridians in his palm, the blue tendons on his forehead, began to bulge and twist hideously one by one.

His entire body’s veins seemed tightly connected to the sword hilt of the Origin Demon Sword, turning into demonic patterns of the Source Demon.

"I..."

Once again, when Hong Qiming tried to speak, his consciousness blurred, and his face showed confusion.

Several seconds later.

"Hong Qiming" took a light breath, his pupils flashing with eerie Demon Light, and said to Pang Jian, who had suffered a backlash, "My dear Master, your Spiritual Soul is truly too difficult to erode, attempting Possession on you is extremely difficult."

"Even my creator, Mo Nan, doesn’t have a Spiritual Soul as unbreakable as yours, with not the slightest flaw to exploit."

"Hehe, and him, this so-called rising star of the Demon Sect, was too easy to corrupt."

In an instant, the Hong Qiming holding the sword disappeared, replaced by the Source Demon inhabiting Hong Qiming’s body, holding the Origin Demon Sword in one hand and the Demon God Lamp in the other.

"He Motian."

Grinning, he spoke to the Purple Demon Eye above Wu Yuan’s head with pride, "Initially, when I fell into the Purgatory World, it was to seek your divine image. I controlled Mo Nan’s body, fervently helped Mo Nan with Divine Enthronement, just to refine the Purple Demon Eye, to refine your divine image."

"Detestable, in the end, I failed!"

"After many years, I finally escaped from the Sword Tower, finally gained great freedom!"

"And you... hehe!"

"Hong Qiming," laughing wildly, charged at Wu Yuan with the Origin Demon Sword swung, a flash of black sword light passed by, as if showing a dark world to the realm.

"Pang Jian, you exiled me to that boundless Darkness. In despair and helplessness, I even came to understand some truths of the Darkness."

"Let me show you how to evolve that Dark Space."

An endless expanse of Darkness engulfed Wu Yuan.

The Purple Demon Eye shone with divine light amidst the Darkness. The purple Demon Light and the black sword light clashed, causing the space to flash with purple brilliance and spurts of black sword light.

"Inside the Demon God Lamp, those lowly Demon Gods and demons fear the might of you, Hemo Tian."

"How could I possibly fear you?"

The screech of the Source Demon emanated from the sea of light woven with black and purple.

As Pang Jian bore the pain of his injuries, suppressing the severe damage within him, and stood up once more, "Hong Qiming" casually tossed aside the Clear Oil Lamp.

"Boom!"

Six brand new secret realms of vast heavens appeared violently above the flickering flame of the oil lamp.

The six secret realms controlled by the Source Demon, filled with more bizarre and profound mysteries, were far superior to the Demon Sect’s Hong Qiming.

Six formidable suction forces emerged from those secret realm-like spaces, as if locking onto Pang Jian’s Spiritual Sea in his dantian, intending to strip away the celestial bodies, the Ice Pool, the Thunder Pond, and other wondrous objects in the Spiritual Sea.

"The oddities within your body are numerous. I shall use these six great secret realms to extract the mysteries hidden within your Spiritual Sea!"

The six heavens of the secret realms roared and turned.

Pang Jian, in a state of serious injury, maintained perfect clarity of thought.

He sensed a great tide rising within his Spiritual Sea as the stars and the sun and moon were levered, about to leave his dantian space.

"Freeze!"

He activated all the cold energy stored within the "Heart of Winter."

A vast white mist spread out from the "Heart of Winter," enclosing each star, the sun, a crescent and a full moon, all within the icy fog.

The celestial bodies were sealed in extreme cold white fog, trapped within giant icy rocks.

The vast moving Spiritual Sea, too, was covered by the white fog.

The white fog, like an unimaginably large white veil, shrouded his entire Spiritual Sea, causing his Spiritual Power to stagnate and turn to ice.

"Come out!"

The Source Demon shouted, exerting force in secret.

The skin of the Hong Qiming it depended on ruptured, blood streamed over his body, and his appearance became terrifying beyond measure.

The power emanating from the six great secret realms grew stronger yet again, locking onto the most violent presences it could sense and said, "Let’s start with one!"

And so...

A seemingly ordinary pool that Pang Jian had purposely left unguarded, floated out from his dantian Spiritual Sea.

As the pool entered the secret realm space, the Thunderous Lightning inscriptions on the pool walls suddenly came to life.

Bursts of violent Thunderous Lightning, carrying the mysteries of the first Thunder God from all the worlds, linked the six secret realms, and in an instant, all were obliterated.

Just like that, the many Demon Thoughts invested in Hong Qiming by the Source Demon, including the Spiritual Soul and Sea of Consciousness of Hong Qiming, all turned to ash.

"Bang!"

Hong Qiming collapsed with a thud, the unheld Origin Demon Sword, too, fell to the ground once again.

Also falling was a pool entwined with thunder light.

This was deep within the Mysterious Fog, not the real Purgatory World. The Old Thunder Dragon who slumbered in the Dragon Cave was unaware of the sudden appearance of the Thunder Pond, something he wouldn’t dare to dream of.

"Source Demon."

Pang Jian flew over, struggling to grasp the sword once again, rampantly scouring its interior for demon light, demon clouds, demon fire.

Until everything was eradicated, until he could no longer hear the noisy Demon Sound, until the Demon Sword lost its luster.

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