The Purgatory Calamity
Chapter 488 - 464 Pu Zhaotian’s "Deep Affection"_1

Chapter 488: Chapter 464 Pu Zhaotian’s "Deep Affection"_1

Five hundred feet underground.

Pang Jian, operating the "Pot Heaven Nourishing Qi Spell" and using his Divine Sense to draw on the power of the Star Veins, also felt a slight tremor in his Spiritual Soul.

He naturally noticed that woman in white who released seven strands of moon-white Divine Thoughts, trying to obstruct him from channeling Star Power into his dantian, discerning her ill intent.

The woman resented him for obtaining the lower-end Moon Energy and acted out of angry retaliation, which he originally didn’t take seriously.

Because her cultivation was only in the Soul Wandering Realm, and her seven strands of Divine Thoughts concealed with strange powers couldn’t shake his spellcasting.

However, when their Divine Thoughts touched again, he felt a pleasant easiness in his Spiritual Soul, which both surprised and alerted Pang Jian that something was amiss.

His Spiritual Soul was forged with three thousand strands of Divine Sense, imbued with the traits of the "Ming Prison Soul Bee," capable of eroding the divinity of Alien Gods from the Outer Realm when displaying its aggressive side.

Of course, whether or not to erode the divinity of an Alien God was subject to his own heart’s desire.

When he wished it, the trait of the "Ming Prison Soul Bee" within his Spiritual Soul would manifest its power.

When he didn’t wish it so, his Divine Sense could also be harmless.

For instance, at this moment.

His Divine Sense, used to guide the Star Power, was harmless and non-aggressive, serving only a guiding role.

Such Divine Sense should neither possess the corrosive traits of the "Ming Prison Soul Bee" nor the incredible property that caused his soul to feel delightfully enraptured.

So where was the problem?

Thinking thus, he, who was also distracted by holding the Sword Command and comprehending sword techniques, concentrated his willpower to carefully perceive.

He introspectively felt waves upon waves of increasingly intense, soul-captivating bliss, and sensed the oddities within those pieces of Divine Sense, trying to unravel the mystery.

Gradually, he perceived an extremely subtle and elusive Sword Intent within his own non-aggressive strands of Divine Sense.

Unknown how minuscule, the Sword Intent lay hidden in his golden Divine Sense, diffusing mysterious fluctuations.

Joy, soul-stirring ecstasy, seeking the delightful pleasure of the soul, and establishing emotional connections...

Many peculiar fluctuations emanated from those minuscule Sword Intents, never ceasing.

If his seven strands of golden Divine Sense were to be likened to seven delicate rivers, then those tiny Sword Intents would be shrimp-sized bugs.

——Placed at the very bottom of the rivers of Divine Sense.

Without meticulous scrutiny and focused attention, it would be nearly impossible to discern them fully.

What was most incredible to Pang Jian was that those tiniest of Sword Intents were unmistakably created by him.

At the core of the Sword Intent was actually the divinity within his Divine Sense!

But no matter how much he thought about it, he didn’t remember intentionally modifying his Divine Sense to have the ability to infiltrate another’s Spiritual Soul.

"After I slew Lie Yi, I fell into a peculiar state of sword comprehension. In that state, I interpreted and practiced the many profound sword techniques and Sword Spells that Shifu had imprinted into the Sword Command without much conscious thought."

"At that time, my mind was filled only with the various complex and profound Sword techniques, without many subjective thoughts."

"Could it be..."

With doubts in his heart, he used a strand of Divine Consciousness to enter the Sword Command, arriving at the place where Pu Zhaotian demonstrated many sword techniques.

Watching those stout figures in blue still tirelessly executing the exquisite sword techniques within the Sword Command, Pang Jian knew they were but imprints yet felt a twinge of sorrow and concern.

Steadying his emotions, he searched among the numerous imprints of Pu Zhaotian.

He quickly found a figure of his Shifu apparently swinging his sword erratically, as if inscribing some characters in the air.

He observed carefully and immersed his own consciousness into it.

"Haha!"

Within this imprint of Pu Zhaotian, hidden messages were activated, suddenly emitting sounds of recorded messages.

"My good disciple, I know you are modest, and I know you do not understand the delightful joys of love between men and women. As Pu Zhaotian’s disciple, how can you not have a few confidantes?"

"Hey! I have passed on to you alone my secret realization—the Sword of Joy, concealedly."

"This Sword technique will not manifest when you have yet to truly experience delight, but when you ponder and attempt to mimic and execute it, Sword Intent will accumulate in your Spiritual Soul."

"Seeing this message means you have felt the wonder of the Sword of Joy and have savored this taste."

"Heh heh! The path of cultivation is tedious and long; if by chance you achieve immortality, it becomes even more monotonous. In our lives, there are countless beautiful sceneries, countless delicacies, and many beauties, all of which you should experience one by one; none should be missed."

"I not only teach you how to cultivate the sword but also the heart, to perceive the myriad landscapes of life."

"Comprehend well my secret and wholeheartedly feel the beauty in life; don’t just indulge in cultivation and waste the limited time you have."

"Haha! Go now, go and comprehend the sword!"

"..."

Pu Zhaotian’s loud and boisterous voice echoed from the blue figure still performing the sword movements.

Pang Jian then suddenly realized that, in the marvelous state of pursuing and contemplating the sword, he had unwittingly understood the Sword technique left by his Shifu within the Sword Light Symbol.

The Sword Intent radiated by this Sword technique had long settled within his Spiritual Soul, and when his Divine Sense touched the white-clothed woman’s, it emerged naturally.

He understood that this was a well-intentioned prank by Pu Zhaotian.

"The Sword of Joy, what a strange name, yet the pleasure is genuinely experienced..."

Pang Jian, buried beneath the earth, was more advanced in cultivation than that white-clothed woman, and his Divine Sense had greater reach and insight than the woman above.

The fair forehead, cheeks, neck, and even the exposed forearm of the strange woman were all covered in crystalline beads of sweat.

"This is Shifu’s kindness, he was worried that I would be unwilling to study and ponder the spell, yet it feels... not bad at all."

Before long, seven strands of moon-white Divine Thoughts, seeking to foil her pleasure, hurriedly and with some difficulty flew toward the inside of the woman in white.

Pang Jian, who was enjoying such bliss, seeing this, his own seven strands of golden Divine Sense suddenly flew out of the Star Veins.

The seven strands of golden Divine Sense, like seven fierce serpents and dragons, entwined with Ying Yue’s Divine Sense belonging to the Moon Goddess, as if brazenly claiming her joy.

His true form, far away in the Outer Star River, was also restlessly twisting its divine body atop the colossal Divine Platform.

His eyes were blurred and panicked, and his lips exhaled startling waves of heat.

He hurriedly severed the connection with the Divine Consciousness within the many Divine Temples, no longer paying attention to the state of his own Divine Realm.

He feared his disheveled appearance would be reflected onto the statues housed with Divine Consciousness, causing panic among his followers.

"You lascivious thief of Purgatory!"

"I will tear you out, skin you alive, crush your bones, and scatter your ashes to the four winds!"

He roared in rage from his true self within the Moon Temple.

And his Human Race body, which had possessed Ling Yue’e, could no longer abide by the possible presence of Demon Sect powerhouses lurking inside and outside of Star Moon Valley, and immediately shivered and flew upwards.

The seven strands of moon-white Divine Thoughts he retrieved, in the process of returning to his body, were still caught in the unceasing tangle of golden Divine Sense.

The Moon Goddess of the Outer Domain Galaxy, who had countless followers and her own Divine Realm, felt as if her seven divine avatars were being embraced by the other and refused to let go—an overwhelming sense of frustration.

"Let go!"

"Get away!"

"Who exactly are you?"

"I, Ying Yue, will surely find you, and I will kill you!"

The shrill and piercing scream of the Moon Goddess came from her seven strands of moon-white Divine Thoughts.

The first strand, the second strand, the third, fourth, fifth, and sixth strands.

One by one, the six strands of golden Divine Sense released their grip unwilling to force themselves upon someone else, as if finally realizing the impropriety of their actions.

When the final strand of golden Divine Sense truly parted from His God’s Thought, a somewhat uncertain inquiry came: "Are you... not pleased? From your expression, you don’t seem to be in pain, and you seem to enjoy it as much as I do?"

"I really don’t understand why you are in such a hurry to leave, and why you still want to find me and kill me."

The Divine Sense connection was thus interrupted.

...

Inside Star Moon Valley, Ying Yue in her Human Race form was gasping for breath, furiously shattering everything within her line of sight.

The Moon Energy she had painstakingly accumulated transformed into a blinding radiance, extending outward and destroying all matter.

Above the moon.

Within the grand palace, tirelessly constructed day and night by the people of the Clan of Bright Moon for Her, echoed Her furious divine roar.

The moon, at that moment, shone brighter than it ever had before.

In the nearby starry sky, various God Spirits from other Star Domains, sensing the anomaly of the moon and hearing the Moon Goddess’s turbulent terrifying divine sound.

The Moon Goddess Ying Yue, in the eyes of those God Spirits, was always calm and rational.

Her strange reaction, her abnormal behavior, made many God Spirits feel that something was amiss.

A moment later.

A colossal golden Divine Platform, pulled by numerous Three-legged Golden Crows, came roaring from the blisteringly burning Fierce Sun and crossed billions of li in the Star River in a blink.

The Sun God, his majestic body enveloped in natural golden armor on the Divine Platform that spanned thousands of acres, rapidly arrived above the moon.

His divine body was like mountains upon mountains, with patterns containing the principles of the Fierce Sun, showing upon the armor on His body.

His pupils burned fiercely, emitting a divine light that made one want to worship.

Around the Divine Platform where He stood, fierce flames suddenly surged, with constant explosions forming a terrifying storm that seemed like the end of the world.

"Ying Yue, what has happened?"

The handsome Sun God asked softly.

The people of the Clan of Bright Moon had all knelt down by now, burying their heads in their chests, not daring to look directly at His Divine Platform.

Nor did they dare to gaze upon His divine countenance.

The Moon Goddess, in a terrible mood, forcefully suppressed the desire to kill and said, "It has nothing to do with you, please leave my God Land immediately!"

"You can talk to me if something is wrong. I’m just above the Sun; you know my heart," said the Sun God, getting a cold shoulder and resignedly sighing softly before wisely moving the Divine Platform away.

He knew that persisting was pointless and would only lead to greater dislike.

The people of the Clan of Bright Moon all remained as they were, not daring to move, as if they had become deaf and blind.

As for the courting of the Sun God, the Moon Goddess did not respond.

But within that Moon Temple, the sound of numerous precious vessels breaking one by one could be heard.

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