The Purgatory Calamity
Chapter 553 - 526 Tian Du San Ren_2

Chapter 553: Chapter 526 Tian Du San Ren_2

Source Demon realized in an instant that if He left this sword, the demon realm He had created within it, and the demon element power He had painstakingly gathered, would all slip from His control.

Without His demon soul presiding, the sword would change masters in the blink of an eye.

Hesitating for a moment, Source Demon forcefully suppressed His impulse.

...

In a different place.

A cyan-black river of light transformed into an ocean of the same color, spreading out voluntarily beneath Pang Jian’s Spiritual Soul.

As soon as the ocean of demon element power formed, Pang Jian’s Spiritual Soul seemed to suddenly have a ground to root in. A thought crossed his mind, and he remembered a Demonic Path Sorcery he had realized—Heaven Demon Armor.

The dense demon element power suddenly materialized, turning into a set of heavy cyan-black armor.

This miraculous Heaven Demon Armor slowly enveloped his golden spiritual soul, making it seem like his soul had gained a demon body in an instant.

His face, his limbs, and even his golden pupils were covered by the demon armor.

There were many intricate and exquisite patterns on the demon armor, containing the truths of Supreme Demon Tao, as inscrutable as the diagrams and spells above the Sky-covering Demon Array.

With a corporeal form and the protection of the armor, Pang Jian’s confidence surged immediately.

"It’s Source Demon. At the critical moment, He still did everything in His power to assist me. This time, He finally did not add insult to injury, nor did He intend to harm me."

With the Heaven Demon Armor, Pang Jian suddenly felt confident enough to face Jiang Cen up close.

Chasing the omnipresent eerie ghostly fires, he drifted for a long time before flying towards Jiang Cen once again.

...

In a corner of Weird Land, a deep and secluded pool had appeared.

Above the pool sat the Second Elder of the Gui Sacrificial Sect, Jiang Cen.

Clusters of ghostly fires enshrouding wandering souls continuously fell into the pool, melting into the waters as part of the mysterious pool.

Practicing some unknown Evil Skill, Jiang Cen currently sat with his eyes closed, surprisingly exuding a dignified aura.

The water level in the pool rose gradually as more clusters of ghostly fires with wandering souls fell into it, first submerging his crossed legs, then his waist and abdomen, and now creeping towards his chest.

A bright and brilliant light fell straight from above Jiang Cen’s head.

Where the light emanated from was a mystery, but as it reached above Jiang Cen’s head, it formed a long crystal, refracting the evil doctrines he was comprehending.

"I advised you gently, but you just wouldn’t listen,"

a familiar voice echoed in this strange and fantastical land.

Pang Jian abruptly turned his head.

There was the old man in a grey sackcloth, wearing straw sandals that bared his toes, his fingernails caked with grime; he approached with determined strides from afar.

His eyes, heavy with age, had become dark and profound. His presence was ancient and vast.

The first corpse Pang Jian had seen, with the appearance of a begging old man, seemed to be his true body!

He had performed some earth-shaking Secret Skill, causing that body to appear as lifeless as a corpse, making himself one of the multitude of dead.

Not only did he escape Jiang Cen’s notice, but he also deceived Pang Jian and many other cultivators.

"You wouldn’t listen, and now you’re trapped here, right?"

He glared at Pang Jian and snorted, stamping his straw sandal in the void, with a ripple of light spreading beneath his foot.

The light, like a deep sea, radiated from him, sweeping across heaven and earth towards the border of Weird Land.

The peculiar void created by Jiang Cen using the Spirit Sea of Consciousness of the deceased from Hongdu Fragment Land began to fracture within the bright sea of light beneath his feet.

"Hiss!"

Fine cracks began to spread through the void of this other place.

As soon as the cracks appeared, Pang Jian’s senses in his physical body reconnected.

The path back he had long sought without success was now suddenly appearing in abundance.

Following any of these fissures, he could return to his flesh and blood, instantly restoring his true self!

He could leave right now, able to escape from this ruptured space-time.

But considering he had suddenly gained Heaven Demon Armor, and with such an astonishing figure appearing, he was no longer in such a hurry.

"Whoosh!"

Another figure appeared without warning in this fissure-filled strange place.

As soon as he emerged, all the split cracks in the other world healed in an instant.

He wore silver-white armor and his face was covered with a mask of the same material.

Seeing him quietly emerge, Pang Jian’s spiritual soul was jolted violently.

He immediately remembered it was this man who had appeared in Mysterious Fog and hindered Fan Ao from pursuing the level nine Five-clawed Golden Dragon.

And it was then that his Golden Bee Insect died moments later.

He was a Human True God!

A True God inclined to help Long Zhan survive, who might have some understanding with Dragon Cave, had emerged in this void space crafted by Jiang Cen!

Pang Jian’s spiritual soul felt a chill, suddenly regretting not having left in time.

"You could have left, but yet you lingered."

The old man resembling a beggar sighed.

He moved beside Pang Jian’s spiritual soul, looking towards the man clad in white silver armor, and said, "Jiang Cen is an Elder of the Gui Sacrificial Sect, and he has always obeyed your orders for many years. He made his appearance in Hongdu Fragment Land and carried out a massacre in Hongdu City to seek ascension to True God. You couldn’t possibly be unaware of it."

"Whenever a True God appears here, regardless of whether they wear a mask or how they conceal their identity,"

"He can only be you, Mu Wentao."

The image of the beggar-like old man subtly changed, transforming into a stooped old man wrapped in a worn-out cotton jacket, his face covered in wrinkles, carrying a white lantern.

His hair was sparse, his eyebrows almost nonexistent, and his eyes were dim and lifeless.

Due to his stooped posture and slightly bowed head, the light from the lantern shone upon his face, casting his visage in an eerie and terrifying light.

A small pale flame suddenly flew out from the white lantern in his hand.

As the flame burned in this strange land, it tore a hole in the void, reestablishing the connection between Pang Jian and his physical body.