The Purgatory Calamity
Chapter 429 - 408 The Reputation of Sword Tower!_1

Chapter 429: Chapter 408 The Reputation of Sword Tower!_1

The master of the Sword Tower, who had faded from sight due to a woman, suddenly appeared on the Demon Spirit Continent.

Alone with his sword, he hovered above the land.

All the Alien Tribes from the Fifth Realm, including the Ferocious Beasts, were intimidated by this fat man dressed in blue.

No matter where they were, they could all clearly feel that a Sword Intent was faintly locking onto them.

But, the Sword Intents capable of killing them were all concealed and unexpressed.

Because they weren’t worthy enough.

Because Pu Zhaotian disdained to act so.

"Pang Jian!"

Pu Zhaotian’s voice echoed between heaven and earth, clear to every Alien Tribe and Ferocious Beast.

"Seems not to be around."

He frowned slightly, vanished suddenly, then appeared abruptly in front of Dazzling Shadow.

On the fractured flat peak, an eighth-rank Armored Demon Beast trembled incessantly, wisely prostrating itself on the ground.

As for Dazzling Shadow, the strongest talent of the Devil Scale Tribe, she held that serrated long blade, her narrow and sharp eyes concealing their usual brilliance.

She breathed heavily, her heartbeat intensified, as if aware she could die at any moment.

Pu Zhaotian asked calmly, "Where is he?"

"Not seen."

Dazzling Shadow bowed her head lightly and said, "On him, there must be a Strange Treasure that allows for spatial transposition. I delved deep into the earth in search, and I couldn’t sense any trace of his presence."

Pu Zhaotian’s eyes revealed surprise, and he stroked his round chin, murmuring, "I also have not sensed the Sword Command."

His vast Divine Sense, transformed into strands of Sword Intent wandering the Demon Spirit Continent, meant that any living being with blood and a soul could not escape the deep probing of his Sense.

Yet he truly could not catch the scent of Pang Jian, nor sense that Sword Command.

"Girl, your Bloodline is only at the seventh level, I won’t do anything to you."

Moments later, Pu Zhaotian squinted and chuckled mockingly, "Sending out several warriors with eighth-rank Bloodlines and still failing to intercept Fan Chen and others, truly a disgrace."

"Dazzling Shadow, you’re the last face of the Fifth Realm’s common folk, but I will not bully the weak."

"So, please summon your father here."

With that, he sat down on the ground.

One after another, warriors with eighth-rank Bloodlines of the Alien Tribes, and one Ferocious Beast after another, bearing with the omnipresent Sword Intent, gathered beside the fractured peak where Dazzling Shadow was.

They thought Dazzling Shadow was doomed, that Pu Zhaotian would unleash a massacre, erasing this pride of the Devil Scale Tribe.

"My father is Li Bai, the current chief of the Devil Scale Tribe, with a tenth-rank Bloodline," Dazzling Shadow revealed shock in her eyes.

Pu Zhaotian nodded, "I know."

After a pause, he spoke again, "I descended from the Upper Realm, firstly to find my disciple Pang Jian, and secondly to choose a tenth-rank strong one from the Fifth Realm."

Dazzling Shadow showed reverence and said, "Please wait a moment!"

"Hmm."

Dazzling Shadow threw away that serrated long blade, and as the image of the Demon Knife shattering pieces of the land surfaced, her thoughts carrying her heart’s voice, reached the Eternal Darkness of the Fifth Realm.

Moments later.

"If you don’t mind, could we relocate, so you and my father can have a hearty battle somewhere else?"

Dazzling Shadow sought Pu Zhaotian’s opinion, "My father said that Purgatory’s complete lands are too rare; he does not wish to wield the Demon Knife, does not want to shatter the foundation of this world like our ancestors did."

"Okay," agreed Pu Zhaotian readily.

"Thank you."

Dazzling Shadow bowed deeply to Pu Zhaotian with the highest etiquette of the Devil Scale Tribe and said, "My father solemnly promises that since his Bloodline has reached the tenth level, this battle is inherently unfair. Therefore, he will absolutely not allow any other strong one from the Fifth Realm to join in."

Her eyes filled with more respect, she continued, "Your arrival to the Demon Spirit Continent, showing mercy by not slaughtering the weak, my father holds great admiration for that."

Pu Zhaotian grinned, "Cut the crap, give me a specific location."

"OK."

...

Xuan You Continent.

Inside the main hall of Yin Spirit Temple.

"Your actual cultivation realm has surpassed mine, and unless there’s an accident, your combat power should also surpass mine," Han Zhiyuan said with a wry smile, "Are you willing to accept the position of headmaster of Yin Spirit Temple?"

Dong Tianze shook his head, "I am used to being alone, not fond of leading a Sect."

Han Zhiyuan was taken aback, then said, "The Demon Sect, Pure Land, and even Yuan Qing and Taiyi Divine Kingdom have shown a deep interest in you. With your realm and cultivation, you could serve as a Guest Elder in any of them. As your rank rises, you could freely choose from the Spirit Spells and Strange Treasures of those Sects and Divine Countries."

The rapid advancement of Dong Tianze’s cultivation meant that Yin Spirit Temple was indeed... its doors were too small for him.

This placed Han Zhiyuan in a difficult position as well.

"I have no intention of becoming a Guest Elder in other Sects, nor do I wish to take on the headmaster’s position," said Dong Tianze as he bowed in respect, eyes lowered, "It was you, Master, who saw potential in me in the Fourth Realm, no matter the reason, and it was you who arranged for the descent of the Heavenly Spirit Tower, teaching me the orthodox soul cultivation of Yin Spirit Temple."

"Thus, I am a member of Yin Spirit Temple, and will always remain so."

He turned and left.

Returning to his own dwelling, he silently looked at the Ghost Altar and sent over another note.

—Where on earth are you?

Having narrowly escaped death, he had been using Yin Spirit Temple’s avenues to inquire about Pang Jian’s whereabouts recently.

Everyone said that Pang Jian was undoubtedly dead.

But he refused to believe it.

Using the method of communication he had shared with Pang Jian, he arranged the Ghost Altar and sent over notes every now and then.

He was convinced that Pang Jian was still alive and believed that one day, at some moment, Pang Jian would, like him, construct a Ghost Altar and tell him that he was safe and sound.

But he didn’t know which day exactly it was, so whenever nobody summoned him, he would be in this cave dwelling, silently cultivating.

He did this so that he could know immediately when Pang Jian sent a message.

Several days later.

He had not yet received a reply from Pang Jian, but through his master Han Zhiyuan, he learned that Pu Zhaotian of the Sword Tower had entered the Demon Spirit Continent with his sword and initiated battle with Li Bai, the chief of the Devil Scale Tribe from the Fifth Realm.

After their battle, both Li Bai, who was of the tenth level, and Pu Zhaotian were left gravely injured.

Pu Zhaotian returned to the Sword Tower to heal his wounds, while Li Bai entered the Demon Spirit Continent and became the holder of that portion of the Fourth Realm’s mainland.

After this battle, Pu Zhaotian’s fierce combat power shocked all the Alien Tribes of the Fifth Realm.

Li Bai, with a bloodline that reached the tenth level, was one of the most renowned and powerful beings of the Fifth Realm, yet Pu Zhaotian, who had not ascended to True God, was able to injure Li Bai even with just the peak cultivation of the Immortal Realm.

If such a man were to ascend to True God, how high would his combat power be?

...

"Pang Jian, Pu Zhaotian, this master-disciple pair has shone brightly throughout Purgatory!"

"Pu Zhaotian dared to venture alone with a sword into the Fourth Realm and challenge a level ten powerhouse; truly worthy of being the Tower Master of the Sword Tower!"

"The Sword Tower is the real pillar of the Human Race in the great calamity of Purgatory!"

"Sword Tower!"

Such glorifying praises appeared in the gathering places of cultivators from various Major Human Races, allowing the cultivators of the Sword Tower to feel elated no matter where they were.

...

Demon Spirit Continent.

In a stone city hastily built by the Devil Scale Tribe, the phantom spiritual soul of Ling Yimo arrived uninvited, slipping into the presence of the father and daughter of the Devil Scale Tribe mid-conversation.

"Lord Zimo."

Dazzling Shadow, whose face was not covered with bright silver scale armor and was extremely beautiful, already knew the esteemed status of the newcomer among the Ghost Clan in the Outer Domain Galaxy and respectfully said, "What brings you here?"

The solidified spiritual soul, severed by a sword blow from Pu Zhaotian which had once again turned his soul body into a phantom, Lord Zimo’s brows knitted slightly as he said, "Li Bai, why did you let Pu Zhaotian live and return?"

Clothed in snow-white attire, with not a single piece of scale armor left, resembling a scholar from the Human Race, the cheerful head of the Devil Scale Tribe replied with a smile, "I couldn’t kill him."

"I had made other arrangements for cooperation; why did you disapprove?" Zimo said with a cold voice.

The exceptionally handsome chieftain of the Devil Scale Tribe, his temples slightly gray, appeared to be just over forty, bearing a remarkably dashing and brilliant demeanor.

His smile unchanged, he said, "Before the battle, I made it clear that it would be a fight between the two of us and that no third party would get involved."

"Lord Zimo, do you want me to break my word and be despised by the world?"

He even dared to be sarcastic towards the High God of the Ghost Clan.

"To betray and abandon integrity for Pu Zhaotian, I think it’s worth it." Zimo said icily, "You should know, once he ascends to True God, he will be one of the strongest beings in the Human Race. Not only in the Purgatory World, but even the vast Star River beyond will tremble upon his Divine Enthronement."

"To kill such a Pu Zhaotian, any price is worth paying!" Zimo declared emphatically.

Li Bai shook his head with a smile, saying, "I’m sorry, but my honor is more important to me than Pu Zhaotian’s life."

"You will reap the consequences of your own actions!" Zimo retorted angrily.

"Even if one day I die because of Pu Zhaotian’s Divine Enthronement, I won’t complain," Li Bai said carelessly. He had long viewed life and death lightly, adding, "If I die, a stronger Dazzling Shadow will emerge. Our Devil Scale Tribe never fears death, only dying without purpose or in vain."

...

In the elegant manor that Pang Ling, the Sapling, had created for Pang Jian within Sky Rampart City,

Pang Jian, who teleported to the Thousand Miles of Cloud Land and had his wounds healed with the help of the life energy of the Sapling, and had since filled his Dantian with Filth Alien Power instead of Spiritual Power, had just learned of Pu Zhaotian’s return to the Sword Tower, injured.

"That’s the situation."

The soul form of Pang Ling, through the Sea of Consciousness of the thoughts of the Wood Tribe, was aware of the undecidable battle and said in a low voice, "Father, are you preparing to leave?"

To this day, His wisdom was fully manifested.

He understood Pang Jian’s role in the Human Race’s Sword Tower, clarified the emotions between the master and disciple of the Human Race, and also learned of Pang Jian’s several friends.

Zhou Qingchen, Wu Yuan, Dong Tianze, as well as Qi Qingsong and others.

Any person related to Pang Jian, either through the thoughts and consciousness of the Wood Tribe or by having the Wood Tribe deliberately investigate, allowed Him to grasp Pang Jian’s current situation and circumstances like the back of His hand.

Pang Jian had healed from his injuries, and recently, all he had been doing was sculpting his fleshly body, seemingly somewhat absent-minded.

He felt that the moment to part ways was approaching again.

"Master, it’s because of me you got injured."

In a moment of sorrowful mood, Pang Jian also felt moved.

He had not expected his master, whom he hadn’t formally met and who had been "confined" by women all along, would actually go to the Demon Spirit Continent of the Fourth Realm to search the entire continent for traces of him.

Because of him, Pu Zhaotian had also fought a battle with the chief of the Devil Scale Tribe and had been seriously injured.

"I’ll send out a message first."

After pondering for a moment, he did not take out his Sword Command from the wristband, but chose instead to construct a Ghost Altar.

Once the Ghost Altar was completed, countless paper slips flew out like snowflakes.

"Pang Jian, where are you? I know you are still alive!"

"Upon seeing this message, notify me of your whereabouts immediately, and I will come to find you right away!"

"I know that you must be in pain from healing your severe injuries right now, hence you were unnable to construct a Ghost Altar."

"Pang Jian, remember, tell me your movements at the first opportunity!"

"I am certain that you are alive!"

"..."

Dozens of paper slips scattered around Pang Jian, all carrying Dong Tianze’s anxious words.

...