The Purgatory Calamity
Chapter 523 - 498 Chaos_1

Chapter 523: Chapter 498 Chaos_1

Time flows like a shuttle, the years stream by.

Months later, the Spiritual Energy in Panshi Fragment Land grew increasingly dense; the Forbidden Land of the Thunder God, which had undergone a tremendous transformation, teemed with lush greenery.

The Ice Armor Eel Dragon expressed great satisfaction and highly approved of Pang Jian’s methods and strength.

It was in this very Forbidden Land of the Thunder God, using its human form, that it even had a brief sparring session with Pang Jian.

Without employing the Origin Demon Sword, Pang Jian simply relied on his Integration with the Panshi Fragment Land and leveraged his recent advancement to the mid-stage of the Extinction Realm to engage in a back-and-forth battle with it.

The Ice Armor Eel Dragon was quite deflated by this and even began to suspect that its rank as a ninth-level Demon King might be fake.

After all, how could Pang Jian, with just the Extinction Realm cultivation, challenge its ninth-level Bloodline?

Aren’t human cultivators at the Extinction Realm supposed to be squashed with a slap by a peak ninth-level Demon King like him?

It wasn’t until the White Fox came along and had a covert battle with him in another place that he managed to regain his confidence, leading him to a conclusion—

—Pang Jian was no ordinary man!

It wasn’t that his prowess as a ninth-level Demon King was weak, but rather that Pang Jian was absurdly strong!

"To battle with me at the Extinction Realm, what will happen when he reaches the Immortal Realm, when he becomes a True God?"

The Ice Armor Eel Dragon thus became thoroughly convinced.

...

Recently, Pang Jian did not stay in the Cloud Wilderness but chose to practice in seclusion next to the lake where the Ice Armor Eel Dragon resided.

He pondered the mysteries of the secluded valley brimming with Plant Spirit Energy in the Dantian Fragment Land while keeping an eye on the affairs of the world with the Sword Command.

The Filth Alien Power from the Third Realm did not continue to surge into the Second Realm, nor did any of the Alien Tribe warriors dare to burst into the Upper Realm like Dazzling Shadow.

Similarly, no great human cultivators of the Upper Realm fell into disgrace.

The Human Race and the Alien Tribes from the realms below were in a delicate phase of non-interference, like neighbours uninvolved in each other’s affairs.

Both sides knew that once the Filth Alien Power finished brewing and rose to the Second Realm again, the great war would immediately ignite.

In the next round of battle, the great Immortal Realm cultivators of the Human Race, the ninth-level warriors from the Alien Tribes, even True Gods and tenth-level powerhouses might personally enter the fray.

A storm is brewing; both sides are making their preparations.

During this period, some disorderly Fragment Lands of the Second Realm frequently witnessed uprisings and bloodshed.

Pang Jian often learned through the Sword Light Symbol where in the Fragment Land someone had died, and how many perished.

Low-level beings who saw no hope, aware that they were unable to be brought up to the First Realm for survival, began to reveal the darker side of human nature.

Moreover, evil cultivators took the opportunity to spread rumors, claiming that if one chose to believe in Alien Gods from beyond and practiced the Secret Skills and Sorcery passed down by them, they would receive the protection of Alien God Spirits in the future.

—Just like the defected disciples of the Demon Sect.

Hence, in secret, some started to practice forbidden magic spells.

Practicing secret techniques with Filth Alien Power as the source of strength, in place of nature’s spiritual energy, began to spread among the cultivators of the Fragment Land.

There was a belief that if one refined their body with Filth Alien Power like the Alien Tribes and advanced their cultivation level, they would be considered one of their own.

In the future, when the Alien Tribes poured into the Second Realm with the Filth Alien Power, those who practiced Sorcery would be spared.

Those accustomed to advancing their cultivation with Spiritual Energy and who suddenly forced a change in their power source, often perished in the process of change before they could even come into contact with the Filth Alien Power.

Those with dissenting intentions, instead of waiting for the sect elites to purge them, met their end on their own first.

Anxiety grew in the Second Realm.

...

On this day.

In his wooden house in the Cloud Wilderness, the Source Demon suddenly transmitted a message to Pang Jian, "I’m feeling a bit mentally exhausted from pondering the intricate arrays within the Demon Pearl; I need to be around more people, to recover by refining the evil within their hearts."

As an Alien Demon God like Him, He grew stronger from the malice within the hearts of all living beings.

Panshi Fragment Land was only inhabited by a small number of Ice Tribe people, who were already numb with few grievances between them, and thus could not emit enough malice for Him to recover.

"Either allow me to leave Panshi Fragment Land and I will find a place teeming with malice myself."

"Or bring in some beings from the outside world into Panshi Fragment Land. The malice in human hearts is far richer than that of the Ice Tribe, with humans being the best kind."

"Moreover..."

The handsome Source Demon, feeling the wonderful changes in Panshi Fragment Land, added, "This Fragment Land needs human vitality. Even a world with a complete Great Tao would be deficient without enough intelligent beings."

"It is life that fosters the continuous evolution of a realm."

"Here the Spiritual Energy is abundant, the Spirit Veins and mineral veins beneath the ground are slowly transforming, and the natural laws are approaching perfection. It seems as though what are known as Blessed Land Cave Heavens are in the process of being born."

"In my view, the most urgent need here is people; a large influx of settlers could vitalize it."

The Source Demon offered His insight, "Life and human vitality are the foundation of the world!"

After patiently listening to His arguments, Pang Jian fell silent for a moment before deciding to take a trip out.

He changed into a set of black clothes and removed the sword command from his waist, making his first stop.

The closest fragmented land to Panshi Fragment Land—the Flower Valley.

The Flower Valley of today was devoid of flowers, only skeletons remained.

This piece of fragmented land, once famously known as the Hundred Flower Valley Sect, was said to belong to a powerful faction in ancient times.

The elongated Fragmented Land of Flower Valley, with Flower Valley at the forefront, was piled with bones; the stench of decay was overwhelming.

Suspended in midair over the fragmented land, Pang Jian spread his Divine Sense wide, nearly the entire area fell within his detailed scrutiny.

Some core members of the Ouyang Family and Shangguan Family from the Fourth Realm, a portion of cultivators from the Blood Moon, as well as dependents from families attached to the Blood Moon in the Third Realm, many were in the Flower Valley Fragmented Land.

Those who he once looked up to now sat like walking corpses, their eyes long void of any sparkle.

—That was a kind of hopelessness, an empty and wooden stare.

"Child, go cultivate this Bloodthirsty Scripture. Once you’ve completed it, find a way to descend to the Third Realm. As long as you can operate your entire body with Filth Alien Power, you will be able to survive in the future," an old crone from the Ouyang Family said to her grandson, a mere Marrow Cleaning Realm cultivator, as she handed him an arcane book from an unknown source. "Your grandmother doesn’t have the power to send you to the First Realm. When the Filth Alien Power surges from below, we will be the first to die, unattended."

"We don’t need the Alien Tribes to draw their swords; we will soon perish, unable to withstand the corruption of Filth Alien Power," she continued.

"As long as you can master the Bloodthirsty Scripture, there’s a glimmer of hope for you," she said, her words filled with earnest pleading.

The fifteen- or sixteen-year-old boy, escaping in terror, shouted, "Those who practiced the Bloodthirsty Scripture, all died violently. Their bodies were taken to Flower Valley. I don’t want to die, Grandma, not so soon. Please don’t force me!"

"Cultivating the Bloodthirsty Scripture gives you a slim chance to live; not cultivating it means certain death!" the old crone cried out with tear-blurred eyes, "Do you think your grandmother wishes to harm you? I know you have some talent—that’s why I’m grasping at this chance for you!"

"I won’t cultivate it; I’d rather die than practice such evil skill! Surely, the people from the Upper Realm Sects will come to save us—they can’t possibly wash their hands of this," the boy said as he fled.

"The Upper Realm? There are only a few pieces of land, very few fragmented lands—how could it accommodate everyone!" The old crone wailed, tears streaming down her face.

Elsewhere.

A middle-aged man who was rigorously cultivating the Bloodthirsty Scripture suddenly burst and died, blood gushing from all seven orifices, his body exuding a foul stench.

"Another one, ah."

A Hollow Profound Realm cultivator from the Blood Moon deftly picked up his bones and threw him into Flower Valley.

Pang Jian, who had been silently watching for a while, said nothing and proceeded to another fragmented land—the Deer Island Fragmented Land.

At the center of this fragmented land was a vast lake with an island known as Deer Island.

Deer Island was originally occupied by Individual Cultivators from the Second Realm. Since the arrival of those from the Lower Realm, they could only obtain a small space by the lakeside and were often bullied by the individual cultivators from Deer Island.

At the lakeside were also some lower realm cultivators from Star River Alliance and Raging Sun Sect.

They, who once had their way in the Lower Realm, had no power to fight against those cultivators on their territory, given that all the strong Hollow Profound and Spirit Condensation Realms from their Sects had been retained in the Third Realm for the war.

Only when a few Spirit Condensation Realm Elders, who had survived on the Qian Tian Continent, arrived, did they manage to slightly reverse the situation.

Having experienced the cruel battles in the Qian Tian Continent and deeply understanding the strength of Alien Tribes’ warriors, these survivors realized they would ultimately be left in the Second Realm to join the ensuing arduous battles.

They embraced their impending deaths and began to resent those Individual Cultivators who had taken over Deer Island and once bullied their disciples.

The battle erupted accordingly.

When Pang Jian hovered overhead, he saw both sides engaged in a fierce battle on Deer Island that was difficult to separate.

A moment later, he left with a somber expression on his face.

Drifting through each fragmented land, he saw similar scenes where order had collapsed and killing had become the norm.

Those with ulterior motives dispersed evil Magic Spells everywhere, uttering tempting words to lure people onto the path of the Evil Demon, suggesting the use of Filth Alien Power to rebuild their realms.

Those who truly believed in these words and attempted to cultivate such evil spells mostly died in the process.

Yet, some managed to successfully cultivate them and discreetly descended to the Third Realm in small flying vessels, seeking life in regions permeated with Filth Alien Power.

Pang Jian followed secretly and indeed discovered that those who landed in certain areas of the Third Realm were not attacked by Alien Tribes.

It was now evident that the hidden mastermind causing the deaths of most people behind the scenes while encouraging the cultivation of evil spells was someone from the Fifth Realm.

—This was how they effortlessly dismantled the mental defenses of the lower realms cultivators.

Two days later, at Yin Que Fragment Land.

Pang Jian, suspended in the sky, revealed a look of surprise for the first time, astonished that order still existed in this fragment of land.

Throughout his travels, it was only in Yin Que Fragment Land that there was no intense conflict, nor deaths from cultivating evil spells.

The fragmented land below was neatly organized; members of different sects were located in distinct realms, clearly defined from one another.

Upon closer inspection, he sensed a familiar aura and realized it was because a star well-known for his bloodthirsty reputation in Yin Que Fragment Land kept everyone in check.

With Dong Tianze present, no one dared to behave recklessly.

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