The Purgatory Calamity
Chapter 554 - 526 Tian Du San Ren_3

Chapter 554: Chapter 526 Tian Du San Ren_3

"Aren’t you going back?"

The hunched old man scolded sternly.

Because of Mu Wentao’s appearance, the shocked Pang Jian was about to reposition his Spiritual Soul when the hole reopened.

"Whoosh!"

However, it was the Origin Demon Sword that carried his physical body back through the fissure from the external world into this realm where a True God had appeared.

Once his body arrived, Pang Jian’s Spiritual Soul, wrapped in the Heaven Demon Armor, effortlessly slipped into his Spirit Sea of Consciousness.

As soon as the Spiritual Soul entered, the various connections between it and his fleshly body were reestablished, and the Heaven Demon Armor, which had been tightly enveloping his Spiritual Soul, also appeared in his Spirit Sea of Consciousness.

The armor, refined by Demon Element Power, was previously in the Dantian Fragment Land but now in his Spirit Sea of Consciousness.

As long as it was inside him, whether in the Dantian or the Sea of Consciousness, there seemed to be no problem.

"Pang Jian!"

The voice of the Source Demon, coming from the small world within the sword, suddenly exclaimed, "Two True Gods!"

"Two?"

With a fleshly body and Spiritual Soul back within, the confident Pang Jian, wielding the Origin Demon Sword, looked sharply at the stooped old man, "Senior?"

"Ah, staying here won’t help, and I’ll have to be distracted taking care of you," the old man said helplessly, waving his hand, "Get away further, stop trying to force your way up here."

The True God of the Gui Sacrificial Sect, clad in silver armor, allowed the old man to reveal his identity and from beginning to end, he did not offer a single rebuttal.

At this moment, he finally spoke up, "Tian Du San Ren, why are you in this Fragment Land?"

Pang Jian immediately recognized the identity of the hunched old man.

Tian Du San Ren, like Yin Ji, also an Individual Cultivator, was one of the two Great Individual Cultivator True Gods of the Human Race.

"Mu brother, don’t you know that this Hongdu Fragment Land is my hometown? I was born in Hongdu City; my name even contains the character for city, and every few years I spend some time in Hongdu Fragment Land," Tian Du San Ren said unhurriedly, moving closer towards the pool where Jiang Cen was.

Bunches of cold Alien Fire, wrapping around souls, were still merging into the pool.

By now, Jiang Cen was completely submerged by the water, with only his head still exposed.

Symbolizing Godhood, the crystalline halo, as if placed atop his head, was connected to his Spirit Sea of Consciousness.

Deep within the Spirit Sea of Consciousness that belonged to him, Jiang Cen’s Spiritual Soul was guiding the crystalline halo, striving to forge the position of True God.

"Is this really a coincidence?" asked Mu Wentao, surprised.

Tian Du San Ren nodded gently, his expression serious as he affirmed, "A coincidence indeed."

"I don’t believe it," said Mu Wentao again.

The expression on Tian Du San Ren’s face was even more serious than before; he grinned and said, "You’re right not to believe."

Below the silver mask of Mu Wentao, his face twisted fiercely upon hearing this from Tian Du San Ren.

The hidden Weird Land, created by Jiang Cen, connecting the Spirit Sea of Consciousness of all the deceased in Hongdu Fragment Land and thus established, now distorted along with the twisting of his face beneath the mask.

Alternate space-time, like a crumpled piece of paper, writhed towards Jiang Cen’s location.

The vast and ethereal world, as if instantly kneaded into a single point.

Space, void, alien power—all were converging towards Jiang Cen’s location, as if to be compressed and refined into the pool where Jiang Cen was situated.

An overwhelming strength enveloped him, causing Pang Jian’s body to deform instantly, his bones making a cracking sound as they were squeezed.

In this situation, the only thing Pang Jian could do was to go with the flow.

His internal organs were shrinking, he tried his best to adjust his bones, making his flesh withered and his sinews as thin as hair.

Pang Jian, who was once tall and robust, had suddenly become a dwarf.

As the warping force intensified, the "Creation Realm" bones and flesh of Pang Jian gathered again, shrinking him down to several times smaller.

Soon, he had become like a newborn baby.

Pang Jian, now so small, trembled as if in spasms, his face still contorted in a gruesome way.

But the strike from the True God Mu Wentao was still ongoing.

The warping power continued, and as Pang Jian’s body contracted with the twisted alien force, after shrinking to the limit of his ability, his bones still cracked, and his flesh was rubbed and twisted by the alien power.

It seemed as if in the next moment, he would be rubbed into a ball of flesh and blood, only to then burst open.

The power of a True God can twist the void and shatter the world.

Mu Wentao’s spirit fluctuated, and it was not just a force targeting Pang Jian; it almost shattered his bones and obliterated his flesh, almost leading to his immediate death on the spot.

"Boom!"

The space-time in that strange land suddenly collapsed.

The Space Teleportation Array of Hongdu City, which had long since collapsed and was used for communication with the outside world, turned into dust, and Pang Jian was able to reappear through the dust.

Feeling the faint spatial fluctuations, Pang Jian realized that he had been inside the crumbling Teleportation Array all along.

The first collapse of this Teleportation Array was actually its transformation from one spatial array into the support for a different time-space.

Its collapse was merely a transition.

Using it as the foundation and main body, it accepted the Spirit Sea of Consciousness of countless deceased souls, creating a small world within Hongdu City.

It wasn’t just the Individual Cultivators who died in Hongdu City.

The beings from every direction of the Hongdu Fragment Land connected their minds with this small world at the time of death.

"If it’s not a coincidence, then have you been aware of it all along?"

Mu Wentao also appeared in the dust cloud.

His eyes beneath the silver mask were full of solemnity as he said, "Is it just you who has noticed, or have others smelled it too?"

Tian Du San Ren, with his head lowered, looked at the white lantern in his hand and said, "You’re so clever, why don’t you take a guess."

Mu Wentao fell silent for a moment, secretly communicating with the Alien God Youkui, his soul voice trembling lightly: "Momo, has Momo entered the Earth Palace?"

He called that Supreme God of the Ghost Clan... Momo, his soul voice carrying an emotion he could not conceal, fully aware that the other was a God Spirit worshiped by the Ghost Clan of the Outer Domain Galaxy.

Yet in his heart, Ling Yimo was his beloved disciple, whom he had meticulously taught and also the lover for whom he had secretly harbored deep affections.

"The lord has been in the Earth Palace for some time," said Youkui cheerfully.

"Go in there, call her out now! Quick! Go quickly!" Mu Wentao’s soul voice was almost a wail.

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