The Purgatory Calamity
Chapter 420 - 399: An Effortless Battle_1

Chapter 420: Chapter 399: An Effortless Battle_1

"Taiyi Divine Kingdom, Divine Bone of the True God!"

In the shattered space of the God and Demon Origin Academy, only the Spiritual Soul of Ling Yimo drifted.

Originally an Alien God from the Outer Realm, He, whose Spiritual Soul grew in Purgatory, was extremely knowledgeable about the Treasures and Strange Objects of the various Sects.

He recognized at a glance the origin of the word "Taiyi."

In Eastland, the founder of the Taiyi Divine Kingdom—True Monarch Taiyi—failed during his attempt to ascend beyond heaven.

Before his body perished and his path was extinguished, True Monarch Taiyi extracted his own Divine Bones to forge the two Divine Characters "Taiyi."

The two characters contained the supreme power of True Monarch Taiyi, a gift left for his descendants.

Since Fan Chen held the two Divine Characters "Taiyi," it was clear that he was an important figure nurtured by the Divine Country. No wonder he had numerous methods and dared to face challenges head-on.

"The True Monarch leaving his Divine Bones to the world signifies telling the descendants of the Divine Country to follow his path of seeking the Tao, to break through the confines of the Purgatory World, and to soar in the Outer Domain Galaxy."

Fan Chen stood atop the character "Tai," and as he spoke, a look of confusion flickered in his eyes.

With the city built of Earth Essence now gone, Ling Yimo became elusive. He could see the other person right in front of him, but his Spiritual Soul could not perceive him.

What the eyes see, the Spiritual Soul can’t perceive, making it impossible to follow up with an attack.

But with the Divine Bones of True Monarch Taiyi already summoned, and having already expended a great deal of Spiritual Soul energy, he naturally wouldn’t hastily withdraw them. Instead, he transformed the character "一" from the Divine Bone horizontally into a vertical position.

The vertical "一," like a sharp blade, cleaved through a piece of Void Mirror.

A beam of light capable of cutting through heaven and earth flashed past. The profound mysteries of the Great Tao comprehended by True Monarch Taiyi were imbued within it, slicing Zhou Yi’s carefully refined piece of the blue sky into luminescent rain.

Zhou Yi let out a muffled grunt.

"Kunpeng!"

The ethereal voice of Hu once again emanated from another Void Mirror.

A creature resembling a huge fish with wings of a Kunpeng appeared, breaking another piece of the Void Mirror with those wings.

In the history of Purgatory, where it was once a level-ten Spirit Beast, the Kunpeng seemed to awaken at the command of Hu’s Sword Intent, soaring in the skies of the Demon Spirit Continent.

"Whoosh! Whoosh whoosh!"

From within the torn earth, a force stirred by the image of the Kunpeng suddenly surged into its body.

The Kunpeng instantly became majestic and formidable, shattering the Void Mirrors that restrained Liou Youyu one after another with its winged slashes.

"The Kunpeng Sword in the Demon Spirit Continent has its power enhanced by a notch!"

Triumphant and spirited, Hu commanded the sword with her Spiritual Soul, standing on the forehead of the Kunpeng.

Her Divine Sense, her essence of Spiritual Power, her light of the sword and Sword Intent, were the meat and wings of this Kunpeng.

This Kunpeng, measuring a mere several meters in length and with wings not very expansive, was insignificant as dust compared to a real Kunpeng.

But it did not hinder this Kunpeng from unleashing a heaven-shattering force.

Sword light burst forth from the Kunpeng’s mouth, from its wings, and from its claws and teeth.

"Crack!"

More fragments of the blue sky refined by Zhou Yi’s Void Mirror Skill exploded and vanished, freeing Pang Jian, Wu Yuan, Dong Tianze, and several others from their encirclement.

Pang Jian no longer needed to exert himself to resist.

"Fan Chen, Hu, Liou Youyu, Wu Yuan..."

Ling Yimo’s face, pale as paper, revealed a complex and obscure expression, and He sighed deeply.

From high above, gazing at these emerging talents of the Human Race born in Purgatory, He truly felt envy and... fear.

In the vast Outer Domain Galaxy, high-level Clans like the Ghost Clan, Heaven Clan, and Heaven Demons produce, in the same era, only one or two individuals eligible for True God Ascension.

Many unfortunate Clans need thousands or even tens of thousands of years to birth someone with the potential to become a God Spirit.

As for the Human Race...

In this very era, right in front of His eyes, there are several young humans with the potential and possibility to challenge the True God level.

Remarkable reproductive abilities, a unique and rapid cultivation system, and a new generation full of talent.

This race, aside from starting off with relatively frail bodies, hardly has any notable weaknesses, and any lack of physical strength can be compensated for with effort later on.

For other Clans, crafting and shaping a Divine Spirit takes at least a few thousand years of accumulation.

But for the Human Race of Purgatory, a True God might only need a few hundred years from birth to formation.

This fact alone is ten times faster than all Clans of the Outer Realm!

In the Star River beyond, the older and stronger a Clan, the weaker its reproductive capabilities tend to be, leading to a gradual decline in population.

The Human Race, not only free from this drawback, has an incredibly stunning reproductive force.

The Human Race’s ability to rapidly reproduce, ascend swiftly, and continuously produce outstanding talents...

These three features caused all intelligent Divine Spirits of the stars to be fearful, and every time Purgatory opened, they would observe its movements in various ways.

All Clans were worried and fearful, dreading the day when the Human Race would break free from Purgatory and suddenly take root and spread through the vast Star River.

If that day truly comes, it will be doomsday for all Clans across the Outer Realm.

If it comes to that, the Human Race will, just like they suppress the Alien Tribes of Purgatory, drive the many Alien Tribes of the stars into exile to the never-sunny Fifth Realm, to suppress them.

Therefore, no matter how the countless Clans battled and fought in the heavens...

When the once-in-a-hundred-thousand-years cataclysm occurred, the Clans quickly unified in their decision—eliminate the Human Race first.

As long as the Human Race wasn’t destroyed, they would never have peace of mind.

"Boom!"

Zhou Yi, in the process of refining his last piece of Void Mirror, saw it shattered by Fan Chen’s "one" character written with Divine Bone.

"Let’s go."

Ling Yimo waved his sleeve, and his Spiritual Soul along with the God and Demon Origin Academy vanished.

He did not offer a helping hand to Zhou Yi because he knew that with Zhou Yi’s adeptness in the "Void Mirror Skill", unless he encountered someone equally versed in this art, no one could stop him.

The next moment.

The flat void suddenly showed wrinkles, and Zhou Yi casually stepped into a wrinkle, reappearing dozens of miles away.

With this skill at hand, as long as someone wasn’t much higher in realm than him, they basically couldn’t do anything to him.

In an instant, Ling Yimo of the Gui Sacrificial Sect and Zhou Yi of the Jiuli Sect, whom everyone saw as a significant threat, had disappeared without a trace.

The Mysterious Fog was still present, and everyone naturally gathered together.

In this battle, Pang Jian, who hadn’t exerted much effort, looked towards the others with a calm expression.

Past trials and explorations, in the Yuan Mang Fragmented Lands, Cloud Thunder Forbidden Zone, Absolute Sky Forbidden Land.

When crises arose, he had fought desperately each time to barely survive.

Yet in the Demon Spirit Continent, with these talents from the most powerful forces by his side, his pressure was greatly alleviated.

He didn’t need to show all his cards, nor did he need to use the "Heart of Winter" or the Thunder Pond; relying on the Divine Artifacts and strength of people like Fan Chen, they could force Ling Yimo and Zhou Yi to retreat.

"Truly worthy of being the frontrunners on both major lists, the future candidates for True Gods."

Pang Jian felt relaxed and not as weary as before.

"Hu is mighty!"

Zhou Qingchen laughed heartily as he hurried over to fawn, saying, "If you hadn’t used the power of the Kunpeng Sword to slash through piece after piece of void fragments, we definitely wouldn’t have had such an easy time."

"Aside from you being weak, I don’t see anyone else who needed my rescue," Hu said, not daring to take too much credit.

Fan Chen’s "Taiyi" Divine Character, Liou Youyu’s Mysterious Heavenly Divine Mirror, Dong Tianze’s Phoenix Seal, Wu Yuan’s Purple Demon Eye, and the ceaseless Divine Talismans from the couple of the Ancient Law Sect.

None of these people were simple; all had the strength to deal with Zhou Yi.

"Ling Yimo definitely has a suspicious origin!"

Fan Chen spoke with utter certainty, saying, "That mysterious God and Demon Origin Academy, since she can display it, must be due to her special heritage!"

"What about Zhou Yi?" Hu asked.

Fan Chen’s brow furrowed deeply as he shook his head and said, "I still can’t understand why Zhou Yi, who is heavily nurtured by Li Wang, would plot against everyone."

Liou Youyu, lacking the Flying Fish Ship, whispered, "In the Jiuli Sect, Zhou Yi isn’t the top-ranked candidate for a True God. Jiuli Sect’s Divine Artifacts weren’t taken with him; he clearly isn’t trusted."

With these words, everyone began to ponder deeply.

The Purple Demon Eye, the "Taiyi" Divine Character, the Mysterious Heavenly Divine Mirror... these were all Divine Artifacts famous in Purgatory.

Generally speaking, a powerful sect’s number of Divine Artifacts isn’t plentiful.

Aside from the True Gods who justly wield them, whichever young generation member holds a Divine Artifact can fully demonstrate their high status and position.

Zhou Yi, not having obtained a Divine Artifact from the Jiuli Sect, had already revealed something.

"Li Wang, perhaps, knows something." Dong Wenjian, who usually doesn’t join discussions, also came over, relieved to say, "Fortunately, he wasn’t in possession of any Jiuli Sect Divine Artifact. If he had a Divine Artifact in hand, I... "

This slim and tall genius from the Ancient Law Sect, whose eyes seemed only to see his partner, said with an apologetic tone, "I won’t wait for you; I’ll proceed to the Soul Wandering Realm first."

"I’ve been telling you to break through sooner; you just wouldn’t listen!" Lin Manhe glared and said.

The dangerous situation on the Demon Spirit Continent had stopped the couple from showing off their love nonstop, and they began to communicate actively with everyone.

"I’ll break through first."

Dong Wenjian sat down on the spot, sticking Talisman Paper to his dantian and chest, and began his ascent to the Soul Wandering Realm right there in the Mysterious Fog.

In less than an hour, while everyone was still discussing whether they should evacuate the Demon Spirit Continent and report back as soon as possible, his Divine Soul flew out from between his eyebrows.

The ascent to the Soul Wandering Realm was far too easy for him, as effortless as drinking water or eating.

"Monster!"

"Freak!"

Zhou Qingchen and Hu exclaimed in amazement.

"If it weren’t for waiting for her, I should have been in the Soul Wandering Realm three years ago," Dong Wenjian said with a light smile as he stood up and drew his Spiritual Soul back into his Sea of Consciousness, saying, "The Mysterious Fog is disappearing, and this land is about to be exposed to the Fourth Realm; we should head back and report."

"Pang Jian, did you discover anything when you delved into the Mysterious Turtle’s location?" Fan Chen asked unwillingly.

He had gained nothing from his trip to the Demon Spirit Continent. Having been attacked in quick succession by Ling Yimo and Zhou Yi, and failing to kill any Alien Tribes or Ferocious Beasts, he felt slightly discontented to rush back.

"I discovered that the Mysterious Turtle is dead," Pang Jian said.

"Dead?"

"Dead."

Fan Chen suddenly felt disenchanted and let out a sigh, then said, "With it dead, there’s not much to investigate; we should leave."

Several days later.

As they flew out of the Demon Spirit Continent, now revealed from the Mysterious Fog, Pang Jian and his group immediately saw many strong Alien Tribe warriors.

Everyone immediately felt a chill run down their spines.

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