The Purgatory Calamity
Chapter 413 - 392 Ghost Karma Skill_1

Chapter 413: Chapter 392 Ghost Karma Skill_1

No matter how the Source Demon wailed and pleaded, Pang Jian remained utterly indifferent this time.

In the bizarre world within the sword, those demonic thoughts and alien substances belonging to the Source Demon were cleanly eradicated by his golden Divine Sense.

This treacherous and cunning Outer Realm Demon, who had never truly submitted, could regenerate from even the slightest bit of remaining demonic thoughts through the evil and wicked thoughts of the human heart.

Only by completely eliminating the demonic thoughts could it be completely dissipated into nothingness.

And this time, Pang Jian finally hardened his heart and decided to obliterate its demonic thoughts completely!

Unwilling to cooperate and repeatedly sabotaging and backstabbing, keeping the Source Demon by his side was too great a risk, and he couldn’t calm the rage in his heart without eliminating it.

"Pang Jian, are you alright?"

As the boundless darkness faded, Wu Yuan saw Pang Jian covered in blood and holding the sword, and asked cautiously, "You, are you still Pang Jian?"

Hong Qiming, after holding the sword for a while, was replaced by someone else’s image, which he remembered vividly.

He didn’t know if Pang Jian had experienced the same.

"I’m fine, this sword is ruined."

Pang Jian sat down with a thud, and first laboriously and slowly absorbed the Thunder Pond into his Spiritual Sea.

At this moment, his protection from the Spiritual Power Strong Shield had shattered, the Mysterious Turtle shell that shielded his heart had exploded and disappeared, and even the Leaves of Life had turned to nothingness from the Source Demon’s backlash.

After Possession of Hong Qiming, taking control of the Demon God Lamp and holding that sword, the Source Demon unleashed a terrifyingly powerful force.

Without those extraordinary items to protect his body, Pang Jian would have been blown to pieces in an instant by the backlash of the Source Demon.

Even now, his internal injuries were still terrifying.

Unable to connect to the Mysterious Turtle and the Cloud Marsh Sapling, he hurriedly took out the Soul Nurturing Pill and the Big Blood Essence Pill, and took the Pills to heal and regulate his breathing.

The obliteration of the Source Demon had drained much of his Divine Sense, which he had to nourish with the Soul Nurturing Pill; without the Sapling’s power to heal his flesh wounds, he could only rely on the Big Blood Essence Pill.

He bowed his head to regulate his breathing and circulate his power to hasten the melting of the Pill’s strength, also trying to thaw the frozen Spiritual Sea.

"Did you eradicate the Demon Soul of the Source Demon Sword?"

Wu Yuan asked cautiously, scrutinizing the situation.

He approached warily, marveling, "Your protective shield has disappeared, and your flesh is exposed to the Mysterious Fog, yet it seems you are unharmed."

"I indeed do not feel any abnormalities," Pang Jian said.

Ling Yimo of the Gui Sacrificial Sect, whose Spiritual Soul left his body and entered the God and Demon Origin Academy, turned into a skeleton, with his flesh corroded away in a short time.

The same happened to Cao Jingbai afterward.

Now, with serious injuries causing his Strong Shield to shatter and not having time to refine it again, he stood unscathed within the Mysterious Fog.

He silently examined his own condition.

Suddenly, he discovered a copper plaque named "Purgatory Gate" quietly diffusing an aura that enveloped his entire being.

This aura, emanating from the thick fog within the copper plaque, seemed to share the same origin as the Mysterious Fog.

After a bit of contemplation, he changed his statement, "I can remain unharmed for a short time."

"Wow!"

He once again summoned the Qingying Gang Shield.

As Wu Yuan marveled, he seized the unowned Clear Oil Lamp after Hong Qiming’s death.

With one hand on the Clear Oil Lamp and the other on the Demon Sword that had lost the Source Demon, Pang Jian said pensively, "Wu Yuan, the demons from the Outer Realm are exceptionally treacherous and unruly, difficult to tame. When it bewitched Hong Qiming, did it try to entice you too?"

"Yes."

Wu Yuan reflected for a moment before candidly describing the situation at that time.

"Anyone who takes hold of this Demon Sword will quickly be dominated by the Source Demon and become its slave," Pang Jian said with lingering fear.

He had truly witnessed the terror of the Source Demon.

Without the Mysterious Turtle shell, the Leaves of Life, this body tempered a thousand times over, and the terrifying Thunderbolt of the Thunder Pond, he would have been obliterated by the Source Demon right there.

If that were to happen, the Source Demon would have transformed into Hong Qiming and used his body to kill Wu Yuan next, seizing the Purple Demon Eye and refining a divine shadow of the Great Demon God Hemo Tian within it.

How formidable such a Source Demon would become?

Pang Jian frowned and said, "By the way, it mentioned that it knew Hemo Tian."

"The Hemo Tian inside the Purple Demon Eye lacks spiritual consciousness and is unable to communicate," Wu Yuan pondered and explained, "Generation after generation of the true gods of the Demon Sect have methods to suppress and refine Outer Realm Demons. But the actual refinement often also erases the Spiritual Intelligence of the demons, turning them into something like that."

Above his head, within the Purple Demon Eye, the towering demon shadow with four heads, four faces, and four arms became lifeless and inert as if a statue, for it had lost its opponent.

It seemed as if only when combat erupted could "He" be stimulated to fight instinctively.

Wu Yuan continued, "The Source Demon is an exception."

"I was nearly annihilated by this exception." Pang Jian’s mind stirred, and both the extinguished Clear Oil Lamp and the Demon Sword, now devoid of a Demon Soul, suddenly vanished into his bracelet.

With the soul of the Source Demon gone, the extinguished Clear Oil Lamp, now soulless, could be stored in a container for belongings.

"The cause of Hong Qiming’s death and his remaining possessions will be reported after I return to the Demon Sect," Wu Yuan confirmed that Pang Jian was himself before he came over and took a ring from Hong Qiming’s body, then asked, "Pang Jian, should I say that it was I who killed Hong Qiming, or was it you?"

"Just say you killed him."

"Alright."

Afterward, both of them focused on recovering their strength.

During this time, Pang Jian used his expansive Divine Sense to observe the battle situation on Liou Youyu’s side.

He noticed that Zhou Yi of the Jiuli Sect had disappeared at some point.

Liou Youyu, Hu, and Fan Chen were leading their people in search everywhere.

"The Jiuli Sect has some tricks up its sleeve."

As Pang Jian retracted his Divine Sense, he casually glanced at the God and Demon Origin Academy.

He suddenly felt his hair stand on end!

He saw—

Within that bizarre city suspended in the deep space of Mysterious Fog, grand yet illusory, the soul shade of Ling Yimo, the young girl from the Gui Sacrificial Sect, no longer drifted aimlessly.

She stood quietly at a window of the city, as if gazing at everyone from another ghostly world.

Her eyes were moving constantly.

Her gaze fell upon the Flying Fish Ship ridden by Liou Youyu, upon Fan Chen and Hu, and it also shifted towards Zhou Qingchen and Lv Yan Shu.

As if feeling Pang Jian’s gaze, her wandering eyes suddenly fixed on Pang Jian’s face.

Their eyes met.

"Whoosh!"

The golden Spiritual Soul within Pang Jian’s Sea of Consciousness, battered by the sinister alien force, suddenly shone with a dazzling golden brilliance.

Meanwhile, inside the God and Demon Origin Academy where Ling Yimo’s eerie soul spirit resided, countless wails of lost souls and evil spirits began to echo.

Souls from countless worlds, encompassing a myriad of higher Wisdom Races, were all sobbing and howling.

The billions of ghostly cries merged into an immense wave of sound, forming a supremely terrifying pressure of the soul, targeting Pang Jian’s golden Spiritual Soul.

Space seemed to lose all sense of boundaries.

Pang Jian and she, as if suddenly existing on the same plane, within the same realm of existence.

She, passing through the God and Demon Origin Academy, through the Mysterious Fog, and beyond Pang Jian’s physical body, reached directly into Pang Jian’s Sea of Consciousness.

"Sizzle!"

Beams of golden ethereal light suddenly sprayed out from Pang Jian’s nostrils, pupils, and ears.

Wu Yuan was startled and shouted, "Pang Jian!"

"Pang Jian!"

Another voice suddenly erupted.

The Flying Fish Ship drifted by, with Liou Youyu from the Yuan Qing Divine Nation, shining the Mysterious Heavenly Divine Mirror upon Pang Jian.

As soon as Pang Jian’s figure appeared within the Divine Mirror’s world, Liou Youyu could clearly see many sinister, malevolent threads entwining Pang Jian’s body.

"Ghost Karma Line!"

Liou Youyu’s face turned grave as she hurriedly wielded the power of the Mysterious Heavenly Divine Mirror.

This Divine Mirror, capable of sealing the powers of the strongest, now burst forth with strands of divine and sword light, severing the strange threads tightly wrapped around Pang Jian’s body.

"Ghost Karma Line!"

Wu Yuan too screamed in horror.

With both his naked eyes and Divine Sense, he could not perceive those dreadful threads, but in Liou Youyu’s Mysterious Heavenly Divine Mirror, he saw those dense lines all over Pang Jian’s body.

The Ghost Karma Skill, the Gui Sacrificial Sect’s unrevealed secret, was accessible only to the current Sect Master and their designated disciples.

This skill was exceedingly sinister, with rumors that it could forcibly alter a person’s karma through mysterious Ghost Karma Lines.

Once such lines, containing the essence of Karma Tao, wrapped around someone, that person’s life and death, past, present, and future events could all be manipulated.

The reason why the Ghost Mother was so feared by the beings of the Purgatory World was precisely because she had mastered the Ghost Karma Skill to a great extent.

"Junior brother!"

Hu, riding the Kunpeng Sword as if upon a giant Kunpeng bird, arrived.

She too saw those Ghost Karma Lines entwining Pang Jian and angrily said, "That little harlot from Gui Sacrificial Sect, daring to cast spells from within the God and Demon Origin Academy, still not resting in peace even after her body is dead!"

"It’s alright, I’ve cut them off,"

Liou Youyu quietly breathed a sigh of relief, wiping sweat as she turned her head to look behind her.

In the God and Demon Origin Academy, seemingly in another world, Ling Yimo, leaning by the window watching Pang Jian, started drifting about again lightly, like a specter.

As if she had never stopped flying by, she had never actually made a move against Pang Jian.

At this moment, Pang Jian’s reflection still remained within the Mysterious Heavenly Divine Mirror, but no threads were left on his body.

"Huff!"

Pang Jian, taking a deep breath and still within the Qingying Gang Shield, was also drenched in cold sweat.

Just that brief eye contact caused the golden Spiritual Soul within his Sea of Consciousness to shrink by half.

Unaware of what the "Ghost Karma Line" was, Pang Jian could still see with his own soul, eerie thread-like veins had just appeared on his body.

The sensation was akin to slimy, cold serpents about to burrow into his flesh and blood, slither into his dantian and Spiritual Sea, and manipulate his destiny and karma.

And he, with his soul desperately resisting Ling Yimo’s sinister force, was in a state of disjunction between soul and body.

If it weren’t for Liou Youyu who came in time, summoned the Divine Artifact Mysterious Heavenly Divine Mirror, and utilized the True God power sealed within the mirror, he would have very likely faced disaster for the second time.

Rebounding Origin Demon, with only Spirit Condensation Realm cultivation, and Ling Yimo, whose physical body was shattered leaving only her soul spirit, almost finished him off.

Pang Jian felt a chill in his heart, his expression deeply solemn.

He clearly realized, in this land teeming with outstanding talents, even with his own miraculous abilities, he might die at any moment.

Here, he was not unique, nor necessarily the one with the most tricks up his sleeve.

"You two are something, even taking down Hong Qiming,"

Fan Chen arrived belatedly. He didn’t see any "Ghost Karma Lines," and the first thing he noticed was a pile of freshly desiccated bones.

—Those were the remains of Hong Qiming after his flesh had been corroded.

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