The Purgatory Calamity
Chapter 428 - 407 Tragic Hero_1

Chapter 428: Chapter 407 Tragic Hero_1

Second Realm, Sword Tower.

In the great hall where matters were deliberated, led by the Great Elder Jiang Ran, all the elders of Sword Tower had gathered together.

"Su Yue is dead."

Jiang Ran sat in the highest seat, a flash of grief in his eyes as he said, "The Golden Tripod I bestowed upon him has shattered, and his strand of Soul Fire has also been extinguished."

In the hall, the major elders, who usually argued endlessly, were uncharacteristically silent.

After a long while, Jiang Ran, with a somber face, inquired, "What about Chen Weihuang?"

"In seclusion, stabilizing his cultivation in the Extinction Realm," replied Wang Ce in a low voice.

Jiang Ran’s expression darkened slightly as he asked, "When did he break through?"

"Just a few days ago."

Wang Ce pondered for a moment before setting aside his grudges with Jiang Ran and said, "Hu Yatou, Pang Jian, they all went to the Fourth Realm together, invited by Zhou Yi of the Jiuli Sect and Hong Qiming of the Demon Sect. And this news came from Cheng Rutang of Yuan Qing Divine Nation—Su Yue... must have been one of the invitees too."

"Cultivators in the Soul Wandering Realm and Spirit Condensation Realm, those with top rankings on the honor roll, have all quietly fallen into the Fourth Realm."

"The problem must also stem from the Fourth Realm."

After pausing for a moment, Wang Ce continued, "Elder Jiang, it’s not just Su Yue who met with trouble. The battle situation in the Third Realm is also getting more and more severe; only Qian Tian and Xuan You continents remain under our control."

"All the other fragmented lands are swarming with Alien Tribes and ferocious beasts; the situation has completely spiraled out of control."

Following his preamble, Wang Ce then said, "Next, perhaps it’s time for those at the level of the Extinction Realm, the Great Cultivators, to enter the fray."

Jiang Ran was silent for a moment before saying, "My first disciple, Zhou Wenhao, will enter the Qian Tian Continent soon."

...

Third Realm, Xuan You Continent.

Sailboats with cloud sails, the flying spirit artifacts of various sects and factions, were flying in from different fragmented lands.

Above the cloud sails, atop the vessels, human cultivators who once hunted Alien Tribes and ferocious beasts with high spirits now mostly wore gloomy expressions, with some even stained with blood on their robes.

In their faces, in their eyes, the ease of the old days was no longer present.

Camel Ridge Mountain.

"The Alien Tribes have launched a full-scale counterattack."

Break Armor Marquis Li Wei stood tall on the mountain peak, gazing into the distance with deeply furrowed brows, "The lands beyond the continent, the fragmented lands, are fraught with peril; they are no longer realms where our Human Race can come and go as we please."

Several soldiers of the Broken Armor Army, loyal to him, had calm expressions and remained silent.

All of them had cultivation at the level of the Extinction Realm.

This was because, half a month prior, Alien Tribes and ferocious beasts of level eight began to appear, frequenting different fragmented lands and cooperating with bloodthirsty beasts to slaughter human cultivators.

Recently, human cultivators have suffered heavy casualties and were forced to return to the two continents for regrouping.

The unfavorable progress of the war weighed heavily on everyone’s mood.

Meanwhile, those above were still assessing the real strength of the Alien Tribes and ferocious beasts without deploying more Extinction Realm powerhouses into battle.

This also meant they did not dare to act rashly and could only stay on the two continents, waiting for those above to make a quick decision.

"Those who have gone missing, not a single one has returned; they are all unreachable as well," Li Wei heaved another long sigh.

Behind him, there was an exchange point, where numerous crystals were placed.

By each chunk of crystal that could resonate with the Heavenly Eye, there were cultivators from the Bright Heaven Divine Kingdom staying put, continuously monitoring the images within the crystals.

These people, who had been extremely busy a while ago, had recently become idly free.

Free time also meant that the hunting expeditions of human cultivators were not going smoothly.

"Huff!"

Suddenly, a large crystal displayed a scene.

Dong Wenjian of the Ancient Law Sect was speeding through thick lead clouds on a carpet transformed from a talisman paper.

"Demon Sect’s Wu Yuan!"

"Yin Spirit Temple, Dong Tianze!"

"Red Mountain, Zhou Qingchen!"

The images of these three youths, who had returned from the Absolute Sky Forbidden Land and were closely monitored by the Broken Armor Army, as soon as they appeared in the crystal, immediately caused an uproar amongst all the recorders.

Li Wei screamed, "Give me their location!"

As he spoke, this Great Cultivator of the Human Race, who had reached the Immortal Realm, was gone in an instant, leaving Xuan You Continent and rushing toward the general area where the few people suddenly emerged.

...

Two days later.

News slowly emerged from the Mysterious Fog of the complete continent named Demon Spirit in the Fourth Realm and spread throughout the entire Purgatory World.

The betrayal of Zhou Yi of the Jiuli Sect, who seduced Hong Qiming of the Demon Sect to trap and kill talented members of their own race, also shocked all the supreme sects.

Ling Yimo of the Gui Sacrificial Sect, who transformed into an Alien God of the Outer Realm and led the actions of the Alien Tribes and ferocious beasts, was likewise known to the world.

At the same time, Pang Jian became renowned throughout the world!

On the honor roll of the Soul Wandering Realm, Zhou Yi was removed, Hong Qiming, Cai Shaoheng, Cao Jingbai, Shen Yanxi—all four deceased—had their names stricken from the list.

Because the Mysterious Heavenly Divine Mirror had recording capabilities, once Liou Youyu released the images from within the mirror showing Pang Jian defeating Zhou Yi, strangling a Bull Demon Tribe Warrior with his Spiritual Soul, and slaying numerous level six and seven Alien Tribe members with his Ice Thunder Sword, one after another...

Pang Jian’s Contribution Value surged drastically.

His Contribution Value total eventually reached thirty-five thousand, second only to Li Yuqing’s thirty-seven thousand.

Ranking second on the Soul Wandering Realm leaderboard!

In an instant, Pang Jian’s name sent shockwaves throughout Purgatory.

The evil deeds of Zhou Yi and Hong Qiming, as well as Ling Yimo’s identity, proliferated alongside the booming reputation of Pang Jian.

Since Zhou Yi hailed from the Jiuli Sect, Hong Qiming from the Demon Sect, and Ling Yimo was an adopted child of the Ghost Mother, the infamy of their actions cast shame upon these three great sects.

The Ghost Mother, Li Wang, and the leader of the Demon Sect were all criticized for their lack of discernment in accepting disciples.

Pang Jian, however, who first killed Hong Qiming, fought against the dazzling shadow of the Devil Scale Tribe, and then slew Zhou Yi after sustaining grave injuries, aiding everyone in a successful escape, increasingly appeared to be a man of high principles and unyielding integrity.

Indeed, a great talent and pillar of the Human Race.

The Sword Tower, with Pang Jian’s dazzling rise, once again spread its fame far and wide.

Yet, Pang Jian himself was portrayed as a tragic hero.

It was only because he fell into the Demon Spirit Continent and remained missing to this day, presumed dead by all parties.

After all, confronted with the numerous Alien Tribes and Ferocious Beasts, how could a mere Pang Jian, no matter how capable, escape?

And with the emergence of a brand-new continent, it would inevitably attract the convergence of the Alien Tribes of the Fourth Realm, and a continent rich in Spiritual Veins and mysteries would ultimately accumulate denser Filth Alien Power.

In the Fourth Realm, the Demon Spirit Continent was bound to gradually become the main bastion of the Alien Tribes—how could Pang Jian possibly have survived?

...

The night was deep.

Ling Yimo, a high god of the Ghost Clan in true form, after solidifying his Spiritual Soul, relied on the contributions of Ghost Clan warriors to cast the souls of many powerful Human Race beings imprisoned by the Ghost Clan into that illusory "God and Demon Origin Academy."

The souls of the Human Race came from the cultivators in those Fragment Lands in the Third Realm.

Extracting the "Earth Essence" and consuming thousands of Human Race souls, Ling Yimo created a semi-real "God and Demon Origin Academy." Eventually, through this simulated city, he felt the presence of the true "God and Demon Origin Academy" lying deep within the Outer Domain Galaxy.

"The wheel of soul reincarnation, the final destination of countless lost souls, the origin and rebirth of gods and demons..."

Ling Yimo floated above the city, murmuring to himself.

Wide rivers of souls, resembling the reflections of the many soul streams of beings from the Outer Domain Galaxy, began to encircle Him one by one,

When all nine ghostly soul rivers appeared, a satisfied smile spread across His face. He thought to himself that even if His True Body couldn’t descend, just give Him some more time to refine this divine soul.

This divine soul could, through the city resonating with the real "God and Demon Origin Academy," forge a brand new godly body for Him.

And the city, cast from the "Earth Essence" of the Demon Spirit Continent as a replica of the "God and Demon Origin Academy," would become the foundation of His godly body.

Once the godly body was perfected, the Demon Spirit Continent would become His divine territory, and all the efforts made by the Tier 10 Mysterious Turtle would ultimately contribute to His achievement.

"Reviving the Demon Race? A fool’s dream."

Ling Yimo’s lips curled into a cold smile.

Following the grand endeavor led by the gods of the Outer Realm to eliminate the Great Demons of Purgatory, the Demon Race was expelled from their view.

They downgraded the Demon Race to mere beasts.

No matter how powerful a group of beasts, if it doesn’t rise to the level of a tribe, it signifies cultural backwardness, meaning it has been eliminated by the times.

When the Human Race abruptly rose, defeating all the major tribes fostered by Them, the Demon Race still failed to secure a foothold in the new Purgatory World.

Some Spirit Beasts eked out an existence on the Saint Spirit Continent.

However, the majority of Ferocious Beasts and those intelligent Spirit Beasts either scattered across numerous Fragment Lands or lived in the lightless Fifth Realm.

Despite sharing the same origin, because they grew stronger with Spiritual Energy and Filth Alien Power respectively, they were dubbed Ferocious Beasts and Spirit Beasts.

The majority of Ferocious Beasts, lacking in intelligence, were unaware of their glorious past or their ancient history.

Since they all grew strong on Filth Alien Power, they ended up aligning with the tribes of the Fifth Realm.

The leaders of the major tribes of the Fifth Realm knew their origins and intentionally hindered their intellectual development, always treating them as beastly mounts.

Not a single Ferocious Beast could ascend to Tier 10 like the Heaven Phoenix, Mysterious Turtle, Primordial Serpent, or Thunder Dragon—this was a conscious choice by the Alien Tribes.

They certainly wouldn’t hand over the Demon Spirit Continent, bound to be rich and fertile, to cultivate Tier 10 Ferocious Beasts for the sake of those they considered mere animals and mounts.

Ferocious Beasts of Tier 9, having their intellect opened up, were persuaded by the Heaven Phoenix and Mysterious Turtle to turn traitor back in the day; what more of Tier 10?

Too clever Ferocious Beasts would ultimately become Spirit Beasts. Once they understood their history and realized the tragic fate of their race, they would inevitably rebel against them.

Because of this, they would never rear a tiger as a threat.

"Beast herds should always be beneath our feet, forever serving as our mounts."

Ling Yimo’s Divine Consciousness surged like a tumultuous deep sea.

He infused His power into the palace, like a godly estate, to carve His unique soul secret skill, preparing to transform it into a genuine, flesh-and-blood godly body in the future.

Suddenly, a sword light descended from the sky.

The intermittent sword light seemed to be composed of many fragmented rivers of souls, with the corpses of countless Outer Domain beings drifting within.

This sword eventually struck the "God and Demon Origin Academy," which had just taken shape and was beginning to connect with the real version, cleaving it into pieces.

The Earth Essence transformed into a rain of light falling over the Demon Spirit Continent.

Ling Yimo’s physical divine soul suddenly became hundreds of wisps of light smoke, fleeing the shattered city and drilling into the cracks in the ground like mosquitoes and flies.

After the sword light vanished, a blue-robed, chubby man holding a sword hovered in the sky, his Divine Sense instantly covering the entire Demon Spirit Continent.

"Pang Jian!"

His low shout penetrated the land for thousands of miles, shattering Ling Yimo’s God’s Thought bit by bit and causing all the Alien Tribes and Ferocious Beasts to cough up blood.

In the heavens and deep within the heart of the earth, His omnipresent Sword Intent manifested.

"Divine Sword Kuang Wang!"

"Pu Zhaotian!"

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