The Purgatory Calamity
Chapter 477 - 453 Subterranean Sneaking_1

Chapter 477: Chapter 453 Subterranean Sneaking_1

At the same time, in the Xuan You Continent.

The location of Yin Spirit Temple.

A city that lies between reality and illusion floats in midair, swallowing the souls of the dead.

The souls of the deceased from the Human Race, Alien Tribes, and Ferocious Beasts didn’t follow the natural law to dissipate into nature’s spiritual energy; instead, they surged in stream after stream, cluster after cluster, all into this mysterious city.

It is the "God and Demon Origin Academy" created by the God Spirit Zimo of the Ghost Clan.

At this moment, this God Spirit, worshipped by the Ghost Clan, still stood in the form of Ling Yimo within the "God and Demon Origin Academy," looking down indifferently.

Behind him, the silhouettes of Divine Spirits Youkui and the soul shadow of Zhou Yi from the Jiuli Clan reconsolidated.

"Sword Tower, Chen Weihuang."

Zimo’s substantial soul body diffused a purple-black eerie glow, her eyebrows slightly furrowed as she said, "Not even Yu Qing from the Heaven Clan could match this youngster."

"The Human Race and Sword Tower truly command respect."

He wasn’t mocking; he was sincerely amazed at the strength of the Human Race and Sword Tower.

Zhou Yi said, "Chen Weihuang has just entered the Extinction Realm, but his strength surpasses even Zhou Wenhao. An apprentice trained by Pu Zhaotian indeed outperforms one taught by Jiang Ran."

Below in the world.

Chen Weihuang, expressionless, stood with his back to an exchange point, as seven flame Spirit Swords flew around him, battling a Heaven Clan warrior.

With one man and one sword, he had rescued Individual Cultivators like Lei Kun and Han Ting, as well as some survivors from the Yin Spirit Temple.

Along the way, an eighth-level Cyclops of the Ghost Clan and an eighth-level warrior from the Flame Clan had all been killed by Chen Weihuang wielding his sword.

Only when he encountered Yu Qing from the Heaven Clan did he finally fail to win with ease.

"Sword Tower."

Upon a bird-bone-shaped battleship stood Yu Xin, who had once been loyal to the Dark Giant Python.

At this time, with a worried expression, she watched the battle between her brother and Chen Weihuang and asked softly, "Are the people from Sword Tower all so formidable?"

"Not necessarily."

A ninth-level Heaven Clan woman in a gorgeous dress said, "Chen Weihuang is the first disciple taken in by Pu Zhaotian. According to our information, if it weren’t for an individual named Pang Jian arriving out of nowhere, he would have been the most likely to inherit the position of Tower Master."

"Pang Jian, is he more outstanding than him?" Yu Xin asked in shock.

"It’s said that his potential is even more astonishing," nodded the Heaven Clan woman.

As the two spoke, the flame Spirit Swords moved by Chen Weihuang interwove a giant pattern of flames in the void.

A ferocious Giant Ape, roaring out from the black iron stick in Yu Qing’s hand, was still trapped by the flame pattern.

No matter how the Giant Ape struggled, the flame pattern formed by the sword light remained unbroken and continued to tear at the Giant Ape, which had been condensed from blood and soul.

Eventually, the Giant Ape exploded with a poof into wisps of blood light and soul glimmers, returning back into the black iron stick.

The eight-winged Heaven Clan warrior, seeing that even the ferocious Giant Ape had fallen, had no choice but to despairingly descend from the sky.

In the end, he could only watch as Chen Weihuang, after waiting for the Individual Cultivators and the survivors from the Yin Spirit Temple to leave, serenely ascended into the sky on his sword.

At another exchange point.

Qi Linhe of the Desolated Terrains, born with Divine Power, had long hair draped over his shoulders and wielded an eight-sided iron hammer, one by one blasting away the eighth-level warriors from the Bull Demon Tribe, Black Horn Tribe, and Flame Clan.

Towering a head taller than the average person, with thick joints and surging Qi and Blood, he belonged to the rare few among the Human Race who painstakingly trained their bodies.

The huge eight-sided iron hammer, like a falling star from the heavens, crashed down again and again, even killing an eighth-level Armored Demon Beast lying beneath a Black Horn Tribe warrior, on the spot.

Like Pang Jian, he had also descended from the sky, tasked with guiding evacuees from Sky Water Swamp and Black Valley.

"Desolated Terrains’ Qi Linhe and Sword Tower’s Chen Weihuang, these two juniors from the Extinction Realm really stand out." Li Wei of the Bright Heaven Divine Kingdom, with a brand new ship named Busted Armour, accepted the last batch of survivors, musing, "I heard that in the Fifth Realm, there are gifted eighth-level warriors among the Alien Tribes; could it be that none of them came up this time?"

"Devil Scale Tribe’s Dazzling Shadow, Yao Clan’s Lie Yi, supposedly they are on the Qian Tian Continent. These two guys, both are more outstanding young warriors than Yu Qing from the Heaven Clan," said Yuan Xi, an Immortal Realm Elder from Sky Water Swamp, with concern, "Over there on the Qian Tian Continent, without Chen Weihuang or Qi Linhe, I wonder if they can withstand those two."

"Isn’t Zhou Wenhao there?" asked Li Wei, puzzled.

Yuan Xi shook his head with a wry smile, saying, "He won’t cut it."

...

In the Qian Tian Continent, deep underground.

Pang Jian, hurrying to heal his wounds, keenly sensed strands of Divine Sense and Demon Thoughts burrowing downwards from the surface.

So he relied on the black-yellow Fragment Land given by the Mysterious Turtle to burrow deeper again, plunging down to eight hundred feet below the surface before he felt the probing forces from above were undetectable.

Clutching the Origin Demon Sword, he unhappily inquired, "Source Demon, what’s the deal with that Sun God? Do the Alien Gods from the Outer Domain Galaxy have a fondness for feasting on the souls of the Purgatory Human Tribe?"

"The Sun God, that’s the one residing in the Fierce Sun outside our world; I had sensed him before. Every time Purgatory opens, the gods among the stars can communicate with the beings that worship them through various altars and Secret Skills," replied the Source Demon from within the sword world.

"The Sun God has taken a liking to Lie Yi, and many more of the Great Demon Gods favor Dazzling Shadow. In my opinion, those Great Demon Gods already consider Dazzling Shadow one of their own," the Source Demon added.

"I..."

The Source Demon was halfway through speaking when its memory seemed to fracture, and it couldn’t continue any further.

In its demon thoughts and demon soul, some special soul threads abruptly began to disintegrate and erode.

It began to howl within the small universe inside the sword, its howls harsh and furious, clamoring, "Back then, it was you who drove me out, banishing me from the Demon Realm I governed! He Motian, Ti Wei, you bastards looked down on me, obstructed my ascent to become a Great Demon God, so I will destroy all your plans!"

"Even if you extinguish my demon soul and obliterate my memories, I will still find myself again!"

"I, who should have been one of the mightiest Demon Gods, you feared me usurping your positions, so you just..."

Its ranting abruptly stopped.

Pang Jian’s heart jolted, not expecting that a certain power from the Outer Domain Galaxy could remotely affect the Source Demon, snuffing out some of its resurgent memories.

Within the small universe of the sword, the six secret realms and heavens that the Source Demon had absorbed and melted were also disintegrating and reemerging.

Before long, the Source Demon became feeble, turning into many scattered, tiny fragments of demon light and demon cloud that could no longer coalesce or connect.

Its demon soul seemed to have been dealt a heavy blow.

Pang Jian’s expression turned icy as he guessed that it must have been Dazzling Shadow using that serrated long blade and fighting with the Demon Sky God Fist that had attracted the attention of the Outer World Demon God.

In the Source Demon’s words, those Demon Gods who disdained it had punished it with some secret skill.

The injury of the Source Demon, falling into a temporarily silent state, meant that the prowess of this sword was also weakened.

"I must recover my strength as soon as possible."

Releasing the Origin Demon Sword from his hand, he put aside everything else and focused single-mindedly on gathering his fighting power.

...

The world above ground.

"Burrowing Secret Skill, how could it delve so deeply into the ground?"

Lie Yi, who suspended harnessing the Sun God Glare, extended his divine sense downward and did not detect Pang Jian’s presence, showing that Pang Jian was in a deeper underground layer, beyond his perception.

His divine sense’s limit when probing the ground was merely a hundred zhang.

"Back in the Demon Spirit Continent, he must have survived in the same way. With his mastery of the burrowing divine skills reaching perfection, it’s no wonder that even after suffering severe injuries, he dared to linger at the back."

An eighth-level warrior of the Yao Clan, coming from the direction of the Raging Sun Sect, also used his divine sense to search.

Yet even his divine sense failed to find Pang Jian beneath the earth.

"Lie Yi, after I explicitly said I allowed him to leave with his fellow disciples, you still dared to make a move against him!"

Dazzling Shadow, having recomposed herself, swooped in riding that serrated long blade, appearing instantly before Lie Yi, her eyes cold as she spoke, "What, do you wish for battle with me?"

"Dazzling Shadow, do you truly think you can beat me? Thirty years ago, I had already reached the eighth level of bloodline, how long have you just broken through?" Lie Yi snorted, chastising, "That boy from the Sword Tower, even if he can’t ascend to be a True God due to the Chaos Sea, the power he possessed at the pinnacle of the Immortal Realm would be a match for our tenth-level bloodline warriors!"

"He will be an Immortal Realm more formidable than Pu Zhaotian!"

"Such a person, if because of your arrogance, were to live and leave the Qian Tian Continent, the future would see even more formidable warriors from the Fifth Realm slain by his hand."

This warrior of the Yao Clan, full of fury, flew toward the Raging Sun Sect, still bellowing as he moved through the sky, "Fetch someone from the Earth Spirit Clan, have them dig out the ground and find him for me!"

"Moreover, I will immediately communicate with my father, and make it clear that we must kill Pang Jian!"

...

Several hours later.

Pang Jian, now deep within the earth, quietly moved to the location of the Raging Sun Sect. There he saw veins of minerals capable of birthing Gold Friday Stones, encircling the main underground Spirit Vein.

Near the sparkling Spirit Vein, many Spirit Stones had formed, imbued with substantial Spiritual Power.

"There is no faster way to recover than to extract Spiritual Power from the underground Spirit Veins." The Mysterious Turtle, far away in the Saint Spirit Continent, directed Pang Jian on a path, speaking, "If you can burrow deep into the earth, if you can see that Spirit Vein, then you should try the method I’ve taught you, to absorb the Spiritual Power into your dantian."

"The Qian Tian Continent will eventually be dominated by the Alien Tribes, taking the power hidden within the Spirit Vein is not an issue."

"But remember, try not to damage this Spirit Vein. It’s the foundation that continuously draws upon nature’s spiritual energy, and once damaged, it’s extremely difficult to repair."

After reminding him, the Mysterious Turtle added, "You could instantly return to Panshi Fragment Land, why refuse to go?"

"I want to see if it’s possible to kill that God Son of the Yao Clan." As he spoke, Pang Jian gradually approached the position of the Spirit Vein.

Veins twining and interlacing like golden lightning filaments, as if the glorious veins of the earth, shone brightly in the underground world.

Standing amidst those dazzling pathways, Pang Jian felt the sharp golden forces, as well as the brilliance of the sun.

The miniature Fierce Sun within his dantian was, in this underground world, extracting the solar essence from the veins capable of nurturing Gold Friday Stones.

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