The Purgatory Calamity
Chapter 436 - 415 The Great Demon Who Understands Life_1

Chapter 436: Chapter 415 The Great Demon Who Understands Life_1

The azure ocean stretched out endlessly.

Islands of varying sizes floated on the surface like emerald patches dotting the sea.

"So this is what the sea truly looks like!"

Zhou Qingchen stood at the edge of the Sword Boat like a country bumpkin, looking around in awe and exclaimed, "In the Fourth Realm, we have only fragments of land, and in the Third Realm’s Universe Heaven and Black Nether Continent, it’s mostly rivers and lakes. I’ve never seen such an expansive ocean."

Dong Tianze, who also hailed from the Fourth Realm, curiously watched the rippling blue waves.

Unlike the stillness of lakes, the ocean was always churning with waves, brimming with vitality and power.

The two released their Divine Sense, sensing a multitude of fish and beasts in the sea, many with surprising levels of Qi and Blood.

"Tsk tsk, the ocean is really teeming with life, completely different from what I imagined!" Zhou Qingchen said, somewhat intoxicated by the sight.

The distinguished individuals from other places were unimpressed and speculated about what might have transpired on the Saint Spirit Continent.

Pang Jian remained silent, quietly attempting to contact the Mysterious Turtle.

A moment later, he furrowed his brows, finding that he still couldn’t communicate with the Mysterious Turtle.

After its Bloodline advancement to level eight, the Mysterious Turtle had entered the Saint Spirit Continent ahead of the others.

But when he tried to communicate with the Mysterious Turtle recently, he couldn’t establish a connection.

It was his concern for the safety of the Mysterious Turtle that had prompted him to gather these talented individuals of the Human Race to explore the Saint Spirit Continent together.

Unexpectedly, even after setting foot on this great land, atop the vast expanse of the deep sea, he still couldn’t establish contact with the Mysterious Turtle.

"Could something have happened?"

The disconnection with the Mysterious Turtle was affecting his mood.

"What are you thinking about?"

Liou Youyu, who was somewhat shy, huddled in a small corner of the Sword Boat, not joining in the conversations of the others.

At this moment, she squinted at Pang Jian and asked softly, "Are you thinking about Li Yuqing?"

Pang Jian was taken aback.

"Zhou Qingchen said that the two of you are old flames," Liou Youyu earnestly said.

"Cough cough! I said we’re good friends! The kind of platonic friends, like those female friends of the Tower Master!" Zhou Qingchen cried out awkwardly.

Liou Youyu was puzzled and said, "Isn’t that the same as old flames?"

Hu was greatly displeased: "Liu Xiaoyu, you have a big misunderstanding about my master!"

Liou Youyu explained, "There’s no misunderstanding; that’s what my aunt said."

Upon hearing this, Fan Chen, Dong Wenjian, and Lin Manhe, including Hu herself, were all taken aback.

Immediately after, their suspicious gazes fell upon Pang Jian.

Dong Wenjian couldn’t help but ask, "Pang Jian, you and Li Yuqing?"

"Just ordinary friends!" Pang Jian declared decisively.

"Did you assemble everyone to come here because she is on the Saint Spirit Continent?" Fan Chen asked with a strange expression.

"No!"

...

The Sword Boat continued to speed through the sea.

Soon, it abruptly stopped near an island.

Looking down, they saw many sea creatures like sea lions and seahorses lying lazily on the white sandy beach.

The Spirit Beasts in the ocean bathed in the sunlight, stomachs up and exhaling moist breaths.

The strife of the outside world, the Human Race’s battles with Alien Tribes in the Third Realm, and the surge of Filth Alien Power seemed utterly unrelated to them.

There were also numerous graceful human girls dressed in light gauze, grooming the fur of the sea lions, while others held trays of crystalline fruits.

The male human youths lit incense burners in the wooden huts on the island, seemingly cooking food.

"They sure know how to enjoy life," Dong Wenjian from the Ancient Law Sect remarked with a surprised smile. "The demons of the Saint Spirit Continent are the ones truly living the good life."

Corrected once by Zhou Qingchen, he also habitually referred to the Spirit Beasts as demons.

"Saint Spirit Continent has been allocated to the Demon Race; here, the demons are the sovereigns, and we humans are the strangers," Fan Chen remarked without any surprise. "According to ancient texts, when the Demon Race ruled over Purgatory, various clans akin to the Heaven Clan were forced to serve the Great Demons."

"Whoever is powerful becomes the master of the world and gets to enjoy all of life’s pleasures," Fan Chen surmised.

Pang Jian nodded lightly; spreading his Divine Sense to probe around, he quickly noted that on the nearby islands, there were Great Demons with formidable auras.

Only demons capable of transforming that had reached level eight could be referred to as Great Demons.

Level nine qualified as Demon Kings.

Level ten signified Demon Gods.

Great Demons capable of transformation were scattered across different islands, yet they all chose to stay in their original beast forms.

As they lay sunbathing on the beaches, feasting on fruits, and enjoying the services of human women, they were indeed at ease.

When they saw the Sword Boat hanging in the sky, the Great Demons just glanced over, showing no interest in initiating conversation.

"If it weren’t for the Sword Boat, and it was some other sect’s flying vessel, these Great Demons would probably attack on sight," Dong Wenjian coughed and said to Hu, "Big sister Hu, why don’t you go down and ask those Great Demons what’s the situation?"

"Sure," Hu agreed readily and flew out of the Sword Boat.

She landed near a sea lion-shaped Great Demon, bowed respectfully, and said, "I come from Sword Tower, under the tutelage of Pu Zhaotian..."

"Pu Zhaotian!"

The astonishment flashed through the eyes of the level-eight Sea Lion as it hurriedly drove the group of young women beside it away.

Out of respect, he transformed into a robust middle-aged man before Hu.

He changed his posture from lying down to sitting up, and said, "My name is Haifeng, a subordinate of Lord Yuan Min. Since you are a disciple of Pu Zhaotian, you must be surnamed Hu, right?"

"I am Hu."

Upon hearing this, the Great Demon, who called himself Haifeng, stood up from his sitting position and said, "Yuan Min is the king of these seas and the current leader of the Primordial Serpent Clan. Recently, he will accept a challenge from another Demon King and hopes to use this to ascend to the status of Demon God."

"This sea will soon become a battlefield; it would be best if you left early."

"I’m only willing to tell you these things because you are Pu Zhaotian’s disciple."

"..."

He and Hu conversed on the island.

Upon the news that Hu was Pu Zhaotian’s second disciple, nearby Great Demons also transformed into their human forms.

Before long, four more Great Demons from the sea appeared on Haifeng’s island.

They clamored about the situation on the Saint Spirit Continent, urging Hu to leave so as not to get involved in the slaughter of Demon Kings.

On the Sword Boat, Pang Jian and his companions listened intently, gradually clarifying the situation.

The formation of a level-ten Demon God is related to the divine timing, geographical advantage, and fate of Purgatory, making the position incredibly stringent.

Level-nine Demon Kings cannot simply decide to ascend to Demon God status as they wish.

Only at specific moments, such as due to major changes in the heavens and earth or the fall of an old Demon God, does an opportunity for a new Demon God arise.

And now, at this specific moment, a new spot for a Demon God has emerged.

Upon learning this news, all the level-nine Demon Kings in the Demon-ruled Saint Spirit Continent boiled over with excitement.

Having waited for hundreds, even thousands of years, the Demon Kings had awaited this day for a very long time.

A total of six strongest Demon Kings will fight in pairs to try to advance to the status of Demon God.

Yuan Min, as a newly ascended Demon King of the Primordial Serpent Clan, is one of the six Demon Kings.

"The birth of a Demon God is extremely bloody and brutal, more so than that of a Human True God," Fan Chen sighed softly, clarifying for everyone, "For example, this time, six Demon Kings will fight in pairs. The winner will devour the heart of the defeated Demon King to seek a breakthrough to level-ten bloodlines."

"If successful, they will become a new Demon God and a leader of the Demon Race."

"If they fail..."

Fan Chen paused, then continued, "The Demon Kings who win in the first round will have to kill once more, devouring the hearts of their defeated opponents again. Only the hearts of opponents of the same level and evenly matched can possibly promote the sublime transformation of their bloodlines when merged within them."

"The formation of a Demon God within the Demon Race is inherently one of the cruelest events in nature, where sometimes a dozen or more Demon Kings compete, and in the end, there might be no new Demon God emergent."

"The birth of a Demon God is much less likely than the emergence of a Human True God or a level-ten Bloodline Fighter from the Alien Tribes!"

"As such, whenever a Demon God comes into existence, they are often incredibly powerful," declared Fan Chen, revealing the harsh reality.

Below.

"What? An ancient Demon Clan has suddenly appeared in the Northern Qi Fragment Land of the Fourth Realm?"

The level-eight Great Demon who called himself Haifeng exclaimed in shock after receiving this astounding news from Hu, "Is this information accurate?"

"It is accurate!"

"Whoosh!"

Several level-eight Great Demons immediately reverted to their original form, rushing into the deep sea as the first to act.

Their urgent demeanors suggested they were eager to take credit, all hurrying to report this news to their Demon King Yuan Min.

Holding the grey-brown staff found in the Stone Forest, Hu, who was about to humbly seek advice from the Great Demons, appeared somewhat awkward on the beach.

A quarter of an hour later.

The White Python, who had warned them and urged them to leave, reappeared from the sea, this time in the form of an old woman in white robes.

"Demon King Yuan Min invites you!"

The icy gaze of the old crone first fell on Hu, scrutinizing the grey-brown staff with surprise, "This is an ancient artifact of our race! Miss Hu, where did you acquire it?"

"From the Stone Forest outside the Prayer Spirit Forbidden Land," Hu revealed with a look of pleasure, hurriedly asking, "Do you recognize it?"

"Later, our Demon King can have a look at it."

The old woman nodded, then lifted her gaze to Pang Jian on the Sword Boat, also wearing the Sword Command, "Only the two of you are on the list of invitees."

"As for the others..."

The longer she looked, the colder her expression became, "The objects you carry are of saintly and divine levels; I should have heard of your names! Please remember, this is the Demon Spirit Continent, not a world ruled by your Human Race!"

"No matter how noble your identities, in this era, should you dare to cause trouble in the Demon Spirit Continent, you too will die!"

"You, may come down now!"

Her demeanor softened slightly as she finally looked toward Pang Jian.

Understanding the situation, Pang Jian leaped into the air.

"Fan Chen, stay on the Sword Boat and just wait for us a bit," Hu instructed before saying to the old woman in white, "Please don’t let the nearby Great Demons attack them."

"They won’t have any problems as long as they stay put and don’t run around,"

The old woman in white robes huffed, seemingly very displeased with Fan Chen and the others, "People from Eastland, from the three Divine Countries, not one of you is good! And those from the Ancient Law Sect deserve to die even more!"

Having said this, she was the first to dive into the deep sea.

Hu and Pang Jian exchanged glances, then each brought out their Firm Covers and followed into the ocean.

...