The Purgatory Calamity
Chapter 414 - 393 The Real Identity of Zhou Yi_1

Chapter 414: Chapter 393 The Real Identity of Zhou Yi_1

"Ghost Karma Skill!"

Lv Yan Shu, Shen Yanxi, and the others also had solemn expressions when they came over.

They gazed into the deep sky shrouded in Mysterious Fog, at the floating colossal God and Demon Origin Academy, searching for Ling Yimo’s drifting spiritual shadow.

Ghost Karma Skill, Ghost Karma Line, also became the focus of their discussions.

"Ghost Karma Skill..."

And Pang Jian, who had narrowly escaped disaster, also learned from their conversations about the terrifying aspects of this technique.

It manipulated fate, deciding the time of a person’s death, causing memory errors.

The more he knew, the more he felt dread, and he quietly felt relieved.

"In the Gui Sacrificial Sect, those who are qualified to cultivate the Ghost Karma Skill, in the end, they all have to completely abandon their flesh and blood."

Fan Chen from the Taiyi Divine Kingdom also had a deep understanding of the sect secrets, and said with a grave voice, "It’s rumored that the Ghost Mother can use her spiritual soul to travel among the various worlds of Purgatory."

"For those cultivating the Ghost Karma Skill, their physical bodies seem to be more of a hindrance than an asset."

"Ling Yimo, maybe from the beginning, planned to discard her physical body."

Thinking this over, Fan Chen continued, "She is really too special and cannot be treated as an ordinary individual in the Spirit Condensation Realm. I have a feeling that the spiritual souls of all of us, as soon as they leave the Sea of Consciousness and enter that God and Demon Origin Academy, will be... eaten by her."

"Just like how she consumed Cao Jingbai."

Upon hearing this, everyone felt a chill run down their spines.

"How did you let Zhou Yi escape?" Pang Jian suddenly asked.

"The Jiuli Sect has many secret skills, and Zhou Yi also possesses Strange Treasures, adept at various escaping techniques." Fan Chen was helpless as he sighed. "Even when we joined forces to besiege him, we couldn’t contain him."

Everyone spoke over each other, keeping an eye on the God and Demon Origin Academy, fearful that Ling Yimo would reappear and attack a second person.

Seemingly aware that she was being closely guarded, Ling Yimo’s spiritual shadow never showed up again.

The few who dared not let their souls wander to explore the God and Demon Origin Academy discussed their next moves in this world enveloped by Mysterious Fog.

Pang Jian, with an indifferent expression, turned his head to look at the genius from the Pure Land and asked, "Lv Yan Shu, coming from Pure Land, do you know who owns that Divine Crane?"

"What do you want with this information?" Lv Yan Shu asked warily.

"I’ve encountered that White Crane in the Cloud Thunder Forbidden Zone, and later in the Absolute Sky Forbidden Land, we met again." Pang Jian said calmly, "It highly reveres its master, and I want to know..."

"That person is a secret of our Pure Land; I’m sorry, but I cannot reveal anything!" Lv Yan Shu said coldly.

His adamant stance on keeping it a secret, oddly enough, gave Pang Jian a sense of relief, and he nodded his head and asked no further.

After a while, they decided to temporarily leave the God and Demon Origin Academy alone and continue to delve deeper into the land to see if there were other oddities.

Pang Jian then said, "I need time to recover."

"I can take you on the Flying Fish Ship," Liou Youyu said quietly.

"Oh, that works."

...

The Third Realm.

In the central zone between Auspicious Light Fragment Land and Qian Tian Continent, which belonged to the Yuan Qing Divine Nation, large vessels were docked, carrying small Sword Boats and Red Rosy Clouds Boats.

Pang Jian and Zhou Qingchen, before entering the Fourth Realm, had left their Sword Boat and Red Rosy Clouds Boat behind upon invitation.

According to what Hong Qiming said at the time, both the Sword Boat and Red Rosy Clouds Boat were too conspicuous and unsuitable for him to remain undetected.

Now, the large ship where the Sword Boat and Red Rosy Clouds Boat were docked slowly came to a halt.

Cheng Rutang and Zheng Guowang were staring at the remnants of Cloud Sails in the void and the bodies of several Individual Cultivators.

"That somewhat chubby Individual Cultivator is Han Duping, who was on good terms with Pang Jian and Zhou Qingchen," said a general from the Yuan Qing Divine Nation, pointing at one of the bodies, then continued, "and there are Wu Xuanfeng and others who had voluntarily pledged allegiance to Zhou Qingchen, but here they were killed by bloodthirsty Ferocious Beasts."

Cheng Rutang’s beautiful face was filled with worry as she said, "The Contribution Value for those ranked in the Soul Wandering Realm and Spirit Condensation Realm has all stopped, and none of them can be contacted."

"The higher-ups are very worried about them."

Those ranked at the top of the list were the prodigies of major powers, with some carrying Sect treasures.

These people, considered as the future pillars of their sects, were too important; their prolonged silence was making the True Gods of the First Realm anxious.

Zheng Guowang said, "I’ve received reliable information that they have consecutively entered the Fourth Realm."

"Could it be that the rank eight Alien Tribes have mobilized in large numbers? Ambushing them in the Fourth Realm?" Cheng Rutang’s eyebrows knit together tightly as she said, "Little Fish is always cautious; if she sensed so many Alien Tribe warriors, she should have returned long ago."

"The higher-ups are already keeping an eye on this matter, so you don’t need to worry too much," Zheng Guowang advised.

...

In the midst of the Mysterious Fog.

Zhou Yi from the Jiuli Sect went after and killed several individuals who were ranked near the top in the Spirit Condensation Realm, one by one.

"Ha!"

He stopped in front of the floating Golden Tripod and said with a nonchalant smile, "Su Yue, with Hong Qiming of the Demon Sect dead, no one will force you anymore."

The Golden Tripod, under the pressure of a force, actually deformed within the Mysterious Fog.

Su Yue’s face suddenly changed, and he screamed, "Zhou brother, I’ve lost all curiosity about that God and Demon Origin Academy and this land hidden by the Mysterious Fog."

"The one who killed Hong Qiming was Pang Jian, the junior disciple of Pu Zhaotian," Zhou Yi continued with a smile.

"No matter who it is, I have no interest in exploring the God and Demon Origin Academy again!" Su Yue’s heart pounded with fear as he secretly cast spells, trying to rid himself of the force squeezing the Golden Tripod.

But the Golden Tripod remained motionless in mid-air, no longer under his control.

"Hey, don’t be in such a hurry to leave," Zhou Yi said with a smile, "After Hong Qiming died, I haven’t had a single person to talk to. Su Yue, stay and keep me company for a chat."

"Do you know that a long time ago, on the very land where the Jiuli Sect now stands, there lived a tribe called the Jiuli?"

"This tribe’s people looked exactly like the Human Race, except... they also advanced through their Bloodline, not through the cultivation system currently used by the Human Race."

"Of course, as times change, so do they."

Zhou Yi chuckled lightly and said, "The current members of the Jiuli Clan have long learned to hide their Bloodline and turned to cultivating in your Human Race’s way, by absorbing nature’s spiritual energy to increase their power."

"Our Human Race?" Su Yue gasped.

Zhou Yi nodded with a smile.

Su Yue realized everything in an instant and exclaimed, "You, Zhou Yi, are essentially from an Alien Tribe?"

"Alien Tribe?" Zhou Yi’s mouth curled with a cold, mocking tone, "Just because we are a bit different from the Human Race, we should be labeled as Alien Tribes and Different Kinds? Aside from our special Bloodline, my Jiuli Clan shares all features with the Human Race, so why can’t we walk openly among the various realms?"

"Why should the members of our Jiuli Clan be quietly exterminated by your Human Race?"

"Su Yue, can you tell me, by what right does the Jiuli Sect occupy the ancestral land of our tribe?"

A fierce coldness thickened in Zhou Yi’s eyes to the point it seemed it would never dissipate.

Su Yue was stupefied.

Had Zhou Yi not revealed his identity himself, Su Yue would have never guessed that the person before him was part of an Alien Tribe, different from the Human Race!

After a moment, Su Yue muttered, "Could the strong of the Jiuli Sect be blind not to see who you truly are, and yet they still nurtured you like this?"

"They aren’t blind."

Zhou Yi took a breath, his voice filled with deep, unforgettable hatred, "To deceive everyone, I had my special Bloodline dissolved when I was still an infant. You can never imagine the kind of pain children of our Jiuli Clan have to endure when our Bloodline is dissolved!"

"Not even the pain of cutting to the bone could describe it!"

"To survive, to avoid persecution, to be able to live on in the world dominated by your Human Race, infants like me of the Jiuli Clan must suffer such agonizing ordeals from an early age!"

"Many children of the Jiuli Clan die during this process; our survival rate is fifty-fifty with those who die."

"I survived, but my younger brother died during the ordeal."

His expression gradually distorted, grief overwhelming him as he cried out bitterly, "Our Bloodline was once the foundation of our Jiuli Clan’s strength and the source of power that allowed us to dominate; but now, we must dissolve it and learn to cultivate your Human Race’s techniques instead!"

"Only by doing so can we prevent people from seeing that we are intelligent beings different from you."

Zhou Yi gave a ghastly smile.

As he smiled, he said, "I lured Hong Qiming, and Liou Youyu, Fan Chen, Hu, and those on top of the Soul Wandering Realm and Spirit Condensation Realm glory lists here, exactly to cut off the path for your Human Race’s next generation!"

"I want to ensure that your new generation has no successors!"

"I, Zhou Yi, might die here, but I hope Purgatory will turn the world upside down! I hope that your Human Race will no longer be the rulers of this world!"

"All I ask is for the new generation of my Jiuli Clan not to experience the agony of having their Bloodline dissolved anymore."

He shouted until he was hoarse, revealing dirty and evil deeds that Su Yue had never known.

...

In the depths of space, at the God and Demon Origin Academy.

Ling Yimo’s figure reappeared; she looked down through a window at Zhou Yi with an indifferent expression and sent a stream of telepathic thought, "You and I are the same."

This thought, spreading across thousands of miles, directly reached Zhou Yi’s mind.

Zhou Yi, who was in mid-shout, was slightly shaken and he looked intently towards the God and Demon Origin Academy, faintly seeing the soul shadow of Ling Yimo.

Ling Yimo then said, "Come back, help me."

Zhou Yi pondered for a moment, then nodded vigorously, "Okay!"

"Crack!"

The Golden Tripod around Su Yue suddenly crumpled under a force, causing his bones to shatter.

Zhou Yi hung in the air, grabbing Su Yue by the hair and dragging him rapidly through the void.

Su Yue, as Jiang Ran’s youngest disciple and one rewarded with a Holy Artifact, was like a common cur in his hands, not putting up any decent resistance at all.

...

"Whoosh!"

The Flying Fish Ship roared.

Within the cramped vessel, Pang Jian meditated with his eyes closed, still focused on fully recovering.

Liou Youyu, at the other end, fluttered her long eyelashes curiously looking at him.

Pang Jian opened his eyes and asked, "What are you looking at?"

"Nothing, nothing," Liou Youyu quickly lowered her head, fiddling with the hem of her clothes in an embarrassed manner, and whispered, "I wanted to see if there are any more Ghost Karma Lines on your body."

Pang Jian’s expression darkened slightly, as he seriously said, "Well then, please look more carefully."

Liou Youyu let out a chuckle and said, "I’m tricking you. I can’t see them myself; it’s only possible through the Mysterious Heavenly Divine Mirror."

...