The Purgatory Calamity
Chapter 469 - 445: Racial War_1

Chapter 469: Chapter 445: Racial War_1

Qian Tian Continent, the fierce sun high in the sky.

In the territory of Red Mountain, Zhou Wenhao moved forward with his sword, clearing the way with dazzling sword lights.

Behind him, a mix of Sword Tower disciples and protectors followed, along with the cultivators of Red Mountain.

That deep red mountain had already fallen.

The peak, which Zhou Qingchen regarded as a pillar of faith that represented the authority of Red Mountain, was now occupied by warriors of the alien tribes.

Master Liu, the beloved confidante of Pu Zhaotian and current Sect Master of Red Mountain, was slain by a powerful Ghost Clan warrior at the summit; her body brutally consumed by ferocious beasts.

Liu Lingyun was gone, leaving no bones behind.

"Almost there!"

Zhou Wenhao, who had mid-stage Extinction Realm cultivation, faintly saw several moored Sword Boats and knew that once they boarded, he could lead everyone to escape the alien tribes’ onslaught.

Atop Qingsong, which Zhou Wenhao had to cross, an eighth-grade Ghost Clan warrior was conducting a ritual on a platform built of numerous white bones.

"Quell the souls!"

Six white bone platforms burned with pale flames.

The souls of many human cultivators howled within those ghastly fires, creating waves of despair and fear.

These barely visible pale waves rippled out from different parts of Qingsong, interconnecting with each other.

Thus, right above the heads of Zhou Wenhao and his followers, a layer of soul-oppressing force formed, instantly afflicting those from the Sword Tower and Red Mountain.

"Thump! Thump thump!"

As if candles snuffed out, souls popped like bubbles.

Cultivators below the Spirit Condensation Realm whose spirits hadn’t yet solidified had their nascent Sea of Consciousness and souls eroded away in the blink of an eye.

"Jiang Yang!"

"Zi He!"

"Zeng Yulan!"

Qi Qingsong and Zhuang Yuyan, after groaning, saw several of their little alliance members unable to withstand the Soul Secret Skill of the Ghost Clan, collapsing with black smoke billowing from their eyes.

Bright Peak, Jiang Yang. Fish Leap Peak, Duan Jing, Xu Xuanlun.

Misty Peak, Tang Can. Severed Fate Peak, Zeng YuLan, Song ZiHe.

Several individuals from their small group had already died in battle before, and with Zeng Yulan and Song ZiHe’s souls extinguished, everyone except Qi Qingsong and Zhuang Yuyan was now dead.

The brutality of the war made Qi Qingsong abandon his casual attitude, having long since become bloodthirsty.

He couldn’t recall how many ghosts, mountain spirits, and Flame Clan warriors he had killed along the way, nor how many powerful ferocious beasts he had slain, thinking his blood had grown numb from the massacre.

Only upon witnessing the death of Jiang Yang did he regain a bit of his clear-headedness from the slaughter, mildly considering himself still a flesh-and-blood person.

Rather than a sword solely driven by the lust for bloodshed.

"The remaining, follow me and charge!"

Zhou Wenhao, once mild and refined, now disheveled as he controlled his flying sword forward, with sword lights and Sword Intent tearing through the earth and breaking the spatial restrictions, tunneling an escape for everyone.

Blood poured from his sword-holding arm.

At this moment, leading his fellow sect members in a valiant fight, he had long forgotten the internal disputes within the sect.

Earlier than his master Jiang Ran, he had come to recognize the harsh reality. He knew that in the face of the ferocious onslaught from the Fifth Realm, those struggles within the sect were insignificant.

If all the disciples and followers of the Sword Tower were to perish in the race war, with the Sword Tower itself ceasing to exist, what would be the point in their struggle for power?

During this battle on Qian Tian Continent, Zhou Wenhao not only suffered an overwhelming blow but also awoke to a harsh reality.

He no longer differentiated between Qi Qingsong and Zhuang Yuyan, beginning to treat all equally, even caring for those junior brothers and sisters he once had to guard against.

He exhausted his energy, allowing his Spiritual Sea in the dantian to dry up rapidly, but kept swinging his sword to lead the way.

...

Xuan You Continent.

Chen Weihuang, also from Sword Tower, held a Spirit Sword bursting with fiery glow as he led the way.

He aimed to guide everyone to an exchange point.

At that exchange point, large flying ships were moored, able to carry people alive out of there.

Behind him were both Sword Tower’s outer and inner sect disciples, as well as individual cultivators.

Originally intending to support his junior brothers and sisters, after landing in Xuan You Continent, he surprisingly found that Pang Jian and Hu had left first.

Instead of following them, he stayed in Xuan You Continent to take part in the final fierce battle of the Third Realm.

"Mr. Chen, why aren’t cultivators of the Immortal Realm participating in the battle?"

An Individual Cultivator of the Soul Wandering Realm who had lost a dear friend followed Chen Weihuang. Having just escaped from a group of Black Horn Tribe and Bull Demon Tribe interceptors, he couldn’t help but ask.

"It’s an unspoken agreement," Chen Weihuang replied, not one for small talk.

Behind him, the few dozen surviving cultivators all looked towards him with blank expressions.

Individual cultivators like Lei Kun and Han Ting were also among this group of people.

When the battle erupted, they followed the mighty cultivators of the Broken Armor Army, Gui Sacrificial Sect, and Jiuli Sect to the edges of Xuan You Continent to intercept the incoming alien beasts and warriors.

Initially, they managed a balanced fight, each side equally matched.

Lately, more and more alien tribe powerhouses and ferocious beasts joined the fray. As their ships crashed and the dead among them steadily increased, the situation grew dire.

It was only when withdrawal had been permitted from above that they began converging upon the designated exchange locations.

Throughout the journey, comrades were continuously lost: Lian Feng died, Gao Yuan died, and many individual cultivators and elders and protectors of noble families were slain in assaults by alien tribes and ferocious beasts.

However, the immortals of the major sects never truly entered the fray.

They clearly descended!

Lei Kun and others all felt that, had the immortals been willing to fight, they wouldn’t have suffered so, wouldn’t have been forced to flee so despairingly towards the exchange points.

"An understanding? An understanding with the alien tribes?" The individual cultivators cried out in anger.

Chen Weihuang’s face remained impassive as he nodded seriously in explanation, "Our Human Race has no immortals participating in battle, and similarly, the Ninth Order Bloodline Fighters of our opponents have not truly engaged in the war. This is a balance that has been respected in similar battles over time—an unspoken agreement."

"Purgatory, the Third Realm now has only two complete continents left; the rest are all fragmented lands."

"You should give some thought to just how these fragmented lands came to be."

Upon hearing these words, many fell silent.

"One or two immortals, Ninth Order Bloodline Warriors joining this war that erupted between the Qian Tian and Xuan You Continents would indeed result in some permanently irreparable shattered lands. But if this agreement is broken, and more immortals and Ninth Order Bloodline Fighters join..."

"Then Qian Tian and Xuan You will also shatter and split apart."

"Purgatory, there are scarcely any complete worlds left for the Human Race, nor for the alien tribes that seek to become the new rulers. No one wishes to inherit a world full of scars after victory."

After some explanation, Chen Weihuang resumed leading the way, sword in hand.

Those behind him no longer questioned anything, silently accepting the reality.

...

In the Second Realm, a fragmented land known as Yin Que.

Dong Tianze, looking upon the Ghost Altar that had long been built but from which no message had arrived, said, "Pang Jian must have been delayed by something."

"Below, the Qian Tian and Xuan You Continents are under fierce assault by alien tribes," Zhou Qingchen stated gravely.

After parting with Pang Jian, the two men flew off in a random direction, ultimately arriving at this fragmented land known as Yin Que.

This land accommodated many low-level cultivators from the Yin Spirit Temple and Red Mountain, as well as people belonging to some families from the Fourth Realm.

In the Second Realm, the only complete lands truly belonging to the Human Race are the Demon Abyss and Qitian Continents.

Just these two continents alone cannot accommodate all the people who have migrated here, so many more from below have been placed upon different fragmented lands.

Having planned to wait for a message from Pang Jian so they could head to a mysterious realm, the two men were stuck without word from him.

Just as they hesitated over whether to try to make their way to the Lower Realm to fulfill their duties as disciples,

An inner sect disciple from the Demon Sect, responsible for this fragmented land, came to them and brought a shockingly terrible piece of news.

The Sect Master of Red Mountain, Liu Lingyun, had died in battle.

The entire Yin Spirit Temple had fallen to the alien tribes, with its leader, Han Zhiyuan, slain on the spot.

After the disciple from the Demon Sect had left, Dong Tianze and Zhou Qingchen sat against the cold rock walls, unable to recover their senses for a long time.

"Master Liu..." Zhou Qingchen licked at the corner of his lips, struggling to regulate his breathing, and solemnly said, "Our Red Mountain is finished!"

Dong Tianze remained silent.

He suddenly remembered when Han Zhiyuan solemnly handed over the Yin Spirit Blood Halberd and, after instructing him on several matters, spoke the last sentence: "Tianze, all I wish for is that you look after the disciples of Yin Spirit Temple."

It was only then that Dong Tianze realized his master had long had a premonition, knowing he might not survive.

"Huff!"

The Yin Spirit Blood Halberd was taken out; he held it gently with both hands, his lips moved slightly, and he murmured a sentence that even Zhou Qingchen couldn’t hear clearly.

"I will do everything in my power."

...

Absolute Sky Forbidden Land.

The Ice Armor Eel Dragon dragged a dragon’s corpse, sinking to the depths of the underwater palace.

The Bee King, along with its many subordinate Bee Insects, caught the Dragon Soul of the Five-clawed Golden Dragon and brought it into the depths of the hive.

As for Pang Jian, he watched the Origin Demon Sword pierce the golden dragon horn, observed the sharp dragon claws on the ground, and pondered whether to await the sword’s full absorption of the horn and claws, or to leave early.

Through communication with the Source Demon, he learned that this sword was special; it must be wielded by someone for the Demon Sword to function.

The sword itself lacked the ability to move.

If he were not present, after the sword had absorbed the mystical sharpness from the dragon’s horn, it wouldn’t be able to absorb the mysteries within the dragon’s claws.

Yet he had an agreement with the Mysterious Turtle and had promised Zhou Qingchen and Dong Tianze he would contact them again, and he had been in the Mysterious Fog for quite some time already.

"Once removed from the Mysterious Fog, the Old Dragon will certainly notice the dragon’s claws and horns,"

warned the Source Demon. "A True God dares to hold the dragon horn in Purgatory without fear. In your case, anywhere the dragon claws and horn appear, the Old Dragon will sense it—unless I completely absorb their secrets."

Pang Jian frowned in thought for a long while before a sudden inspiration struck him, "There’s one place, even the Old Dragon cannot sense it—and you should be familiar with it."

At that moment, as the Source Demon screamed in terror, Pang Jian took out the Universe Box, a copper box, and stuffed the Origin Demon Sword, the dragon horn and claws, all together into it.

With these foreign objects in the box, unable to be stored in his bracelet, he decided to simply carry the box and leave.

He first teleported to the Bee Insect closest to Purgatory, stepped out of the Mysterious Fog, and then, relying on a piece of Mysterious Turtle shell, quickly reached the Panshi Fragment Land’s Cloud Wilderness wooden hut.

Thus, he smoothly made his way back to Purgatory.

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