The Purgatory Calamity
Chapter 463 - 440: Level Nine Ice Armor Eel Dragon_1

Chapter 463: Chapter 440: Level Nine Ice Armor Eel Dragon_1

Saint Spirit Continent, Green Rock Mountain Range.

Rivers surged violently, winding hundreds of miles, formed within the jurisdiction of the Rock Bear clan because of Demon King Yuan Min.

Next to a convergence point of the rivers, an old bear laden with scars crouched on the ground, holding a massive white luminous Demon Heart, swallowing it whole.

The moment the Demon Heart entered his stomach, the Mysterious Turtle Shield armor that covered his chest suddenly shone with a blinding light.

That light connected with his demon veins, helping him extract powers beneficial to the strengthening of his bloodline from the Demon King Yuan Min’s Demon Heart.

At the same time, his Bloodline Crystal Chain that hadn’t materialized during the "Return to Ancients" ritual almost instantaneously came into being with the help of the Demon King’s ninth-grade Demon Heart and the Mysterious Turtle Shield.

Many innate Divine Skills hidden within the Rock Bear clan started to emerge en masse, each imprinted within his Demon Heart.

The wounds on his body, torn open by Yuan Min’s bites, and his broken demon bones also healed at an astonishing rate due to the nourishment of his abundant qi and blood.

Elder Xiong let out a deep sigh, his Demon Pupils lighting up with a glimmer of hope, "Demon God!"

He focused on refining Yuan Min’s Demon Heart, and occasionally tore out chunks of flesh from the riverbed and swallowed them, using Yuan Min’s physical body as nourishment for his ascension to a Demon God.

The forging of a Demon God was just this bloodthirsty and brutal.

The rise of a new Demon God often coincided with the demise of many top-tier Demon Kings, and the losers were devoured completely.

After his defeat, all the Demon Heart, flesh, and divine blood of Yuan Min would become the essential ingredients for Elder Xiong’s ascension to godhood.

"Mysterious Turtle Shield, Pang Jian."

Elder Xiong muttered to himself, suddenly recalling the scene when he was targeted by Yuan Min for his bloodline, wounded and fell deep into the ground only to see Pang Jian appear with the Mysterious Turtle Shield in hand.

It was precisely because of the Divine Object, the Mysterious Turtle Shield, that he was able to reverse the situation and kill Demon King Yuan Min.

This made him grateful to Pang Jian, thinking that if he successfully ascended as a Demon God, he certainly should not forget Pang Jian’s kindness.

"Crackle and snap!"

Above the sky of the Green Rock Mountain Range, thunderbolts suddenly flashed.

An Ice Crystal Beast, looking like a glacier and of the ninth grade, fell through the thunderbolts into the Green Rock Mountain Range, landing not far from Elder Xiong with a thunderous crash.

Elder Xiong hastily covered himself with the Mysterious Turtle Shield in his huge palm and shouted firmly, "In the Saint Spirit Continent, there seems to be no Ice Crystal Beast as powerful as you."

A ninth-grade Ice Crystal Beast, given that it arrived through thunderbolts, must have obtained permission from the Old Thunder Dragon.

Thereby, this Ice Crystal Beast, allowed to enter, should be his next opponent.

—If he did not successfully ascend to a Demon God with the help of Yuan Min’s Demon Heart.

"Elder Xiong, I come from Northern Qi."

The ninth-grade Ice Crystal Beast, sitting not far from Rock Bear, spoke respectfully, "My arrival is because Yuan Qi negotiated some matters with Dragon Cave. We are all from the Demon Race, and though previously we were in the Fragment Land shrouded in Mysterious Fog, we too deserve a chance to compete for the position of Demon God when it arises."

"Northern Qi?" Rock Bear expressed surprise.

"Indeed."

The Ice Crystal Beast restrained its aura, not using its own Bloodline Power to alter anything around it, and calmly stated, "Elder Xiong, I will wait patiently until you have fully digested Yuan Min’s Demon Heart. Please rest assured; I will abide by our Demon Race’s ancient traditions and wait for you to regain your combat strength."

Rock Bear looked puzzled, "Yuan Qi came under your arrangement to help my bloodline awaken completely with the Return to Ancients ritual. Although it wasn’t successful, it still shows your support for me. If so, shouldn’t you also be competing against the Ice Phoenix or the Four Pupils Spirit Fox for the Demon God contention?"

He had received news that the Ice Phoenix had defeated the Double-headed Ghost Spider, and the Four Pupils Spirit Fox had killed the Blood Jade Scorpion.

After three victors emerged, all of them started to devour the Demon Hearts and bodies of the defeated, attempting for the first time to undergo the transformation into a Demon God.

If any one of them, him, Ice Phoenix, or Four Pupils Spirit Fox, succeeded in ascending to a Demon God, the battle would end prematurely.

If they all failed, a new competitor would step in. The presence of the ninth-grade Ice Crystal Beast now indicated that he was that new participant.

Yuan Qi also came from Northern Qi to help him awaken his full bloodline, so he and the Ice Crystal Beast should not become opponents.

At least, not in the second round.

"I had no choice; the condition for me to enter was to compete against you in the second round. He knew Yuan Qi represented us and knew we had placed our bets on you, so he let me engage in a fight to the death with you."

The ninth-grade Ice Crystal Beast lowered its head, speaking helplessly, "I hope you succeed on the first try, Elder Xiong, and I hope this era’s strongest ninth-grade Demon Kings can survive. Ice Phoenix and Four Pupils Spirit Fox are not firm supporters of Dragon Cave either; I think they should also survive."

Rock Bear nodded slightly, "I understand."

"Please strive for Divine Enthronement, Elder Xiong," said the Ice Crystal Beast earnestly.

...

Saint Spirit Continent, an endless desert.

A White Fox with four Demon Pupils had killed the Blood Jade Scorpion on its territory, successfully swallowed its Demon Heart, and then started an attempt to claim the position of Demon God.

Occasionally, a piece of flesh full of vitality flew from afar into the mouth of the White Fox.

"Tinkle!"

A bell on the White Fox’s wrist suddenly rang.

"Dragon Cave has made a proposal to our Human Race’s True God, hoping that Fan Ao would fall and make way for the Five-clawed Golden Dragon. The contest for Demon God this time won’t form a new Demon God so quickly. Currently, Long Zhan is deeply trapped in Mysterious Fog, being pursued by Fan Ao. If he can survive and get out early, your ultimate opponent will be Long Zhan," came Li Yuqing’s voice from within the bell.

"Five-clawed Golden Dragon, Long Zhan..."

The White Fox that killed the Blood Jade Scorpion hadn’t been pleased for long when its humanized face immediately became worried.

The White Fox knew well the terror of Long Zhan.

He was, after all, the strongest force of Dragon Cave, second only to the Old Thunder Dragon.

For nearly a thousand years, Long Zhan had been the strongest Demon King of the Saint Spirit Continent.

White Fox had never before considered that Long Zhan would participate in the competition for Demon God, especially since Fan Ao was still alive, firmly occupying that Divine Tao.

If the Dragon Cave truly brought about Fan Ao’s demise, and made room for Long Zhan, while they hadn’t ascended to Demon Gods yet,

Then Long Zhan would certainly be the last one laughing.

"I just hope he can’t step out of the Mysterious Fog, or step out after we have become Demon Gods! I must enhance my bloodline to level ten before he emerges!"

A strong sense of urgency arose in White Fox.

...

Within the Mysterious Fog that enshrouded the Absolute Sky Forbidden Land.

Long Zhan, who had used "Dragon Blood Escape" several times, didn’t even know where he had drifted off to. In his dazed state, he occasionally saw a golden bee insect flash by his field of vision.

But when he tried to take a closer look, the golden bee insect would disappear.

"It must be that kid from the Sword Tower watching me from the shadows."

Despite his severe injuries, Long Zhan’s dragon eyes still sparkled with a brutal ferocity as he coldly said, "It’s a pity he’s only at the Soul Wandering Realm. Even with my injuries, killing a Soul Wandering Ralmer would be a piece of cake."

He didn’t care about the presence of the bee insects, for he didn’t even consider Pang Jian worth noticing.

What he truly worried about was accidentally being found by Fan Ao once again.

Therefore, after choosing a direction, without caring where it would lead, he pushed forward with all his might.

Only by moving in a straight line could he get as far away as possible from the location where he was last severely injured, ensuring Fan Ao wouldn’t be able to lock onto him again within a large area.

...

In the Absolute Sky Forbidden Land.

The Bee King, hovering in midair, followed the hundred-zhang-long Five-clawed Golden Dragon through the bee insects, and seeing him getting closer and closer to leaving the Forbidden Land, couldn’t help but be surprised.

The direction Long Zhan chose was precisely where the Absolute Sky Forbidden Land was located.

If he kept flying at this rate, he would eventually step out of the Mysterious Fog and see this fragment of land surrounded by the fog.

"Should I notify him? But if I tell him now, could it affect his breakthrough?"

The Bee King lowered his head and gazed at the golden beehive, resembling a mountain range.

After hesitating for a moment, he suddenly flapped his wings and returned above the Forbidden Land.

Soon, he found the Demon King White Fox and also called the ninth-level Ice Armor Eel Dragon from the deep palace beneath the lake.

By the lakeside.

"Why is there an extra weasel? Eh, ninth-level!"

The Ice Armor Eel Dragon, adorned in bright silver armor, with a green jade belt around his waist and dragon horns on his forehead sharp like prism crystals, appeared in the image of a rugged young man.

Stroking the silver whiskers at the corner of his mouth, he scrutinized the White Fox holding a blood-colored beast pupil and asked, "Did you come from the outside?"

"From the Saint Spirit Continent," White Fox replied cautiously.

"Saint Spirit Continent? That’s the holy land every Ferocious Beast and Spirit Beast dreams of," the Ice Armor Eel Dragon said longingly. "In my bloodline memories, the legends of the Saint Spirit Continent are imprinted. I truly hope that one day I can go to the Saint Spirit Continent and witness its majestic landscapes!"

He was originally a Ferocious Beast of the Fifth Realm, thrown into the Absolute Sky Forbidden Land after being captured, and he longed for the outside world.

Especially for the Saint Spirit Continent.

"On that continent, the competition for Demon God is underway. You’re a ninth-level Demon King; you... give me a very strong impression; perhaps you also have the qualifications to compete for a position as a Demon God," White Fox revealed the situation of the outside world.

"Demon God competition? Do I... also have qualifications?" he asked eagerly.

"Perhaps..."

"How to be qualified?"

"In this era, only the strongest few Demon Kings are qualified to compete for the position of Demon God!"

"Oh, then I certainly don’t qualify. Not long ago, through the Divine Blood of the Golden-Winged Roc and my years of accumulation, I managed to ascend to the ninth-level. By the way, why are we called the Demon Race?"

The Ice Armor Eel Dragon, having grown up entirely within the Absolute Sky Forbidden Land, was unaware of many things in the outside world and asked out of curiosity.

White Fox patiently cleared up his doubts.

Her Demon Pupils twinkled with mysterious light; she felt that this Ice Armor Eel Dragon was extraordinarily unique, far stronger than any ninth-level Demon King she had ever encountered.

Yet the Ice Armor Eel Dragon himself seemed unaware of his prowess, lacking confidence.

"Is your bloodline complete? Do you feel any deficiency or incompleteness?" White Fox suddenly asked.

"It’s always been complete," the Ice Armor Eel Dragon replied.

"From the time you have memories till now, how long did it take you to transform into a ninth-level Demon King?" White Fox asked again.

"I don’t remember, it could be decades, maybe a century. It’s hard to keep track of time here; I’m not clear how long it’s been," the Ice Armor Eel Dragon answered honestly.

White Fox looked at him pensively, no longer knowing what to say.

Among Demon Kings, she was considered relatively young, yet it had taken her nearly a thousand years to possess a ninth-level bloodline.

And this Ice Armor Eel Dragon, who had always stayed in this Forbidden Land, had only taken a tenth of her time?

...