The Purgatory Calamity
Chapter 594 - 562: A Sword Shatters the Stars_1

Chapter 594: Chapter 562: A Sword Shatters the Stars_1

"Swoosh!"

The Star Devourer’s second limb, like a sharp weapon, carried a piercing screech as it rushed towards the incoming Moon Goddess.

That segment of limb suddenly shone with a golden-silver divine radiance.

Many bizarre patterns, fleeting like a glimpse, pierced through massive "Moon Armor" shields on this limb that was neither crystal nor jade.

Ying Yue let out a muffled groan, and the body of the Shadow Clan she inhabited immediately spat out fresh blood.

Despite her best efforts to temper it, the level nine bloodline Shadow Clan body was still far inferior to her true form.

The strength of such a body, upon contact with the limb of the Star Devourer, nearly exploded into a mist of blood on the spot.

Ying Yue focused her spirit, being extremely cautious as she first circulated Divine Power throughout her body before casting Divine Skills.

"Moon Shadow!"

Countless crescent moon shadows suddenly emerged in front of that limb.

Ying Yue’s Divine Artifact in hand transformed into thousands of crescents, all releasing a sacred and cold divine glow.

Above the grayish-yellow star, numerous crescents appeared, weaving together into a Divine Power Array.

Ying Yue, in the form of a Shadow Clan warrior, agilely flitted among the different crescents, using the true Divine Artifact in her hand to strike at the Star Devourer’s limb.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss!"

That segment, imbued with endless golden-iron Alien Power, endowed the limb with a terrifying hardness and sharpness, making it robust, cold, and impervious to bladed weapons.

Under Ying Yue’s crescent Divine Artifact, it merely splashed out golden-iron divine lights, but the limb was not severed.

"No matter how high your godhood is in the outer heavens, as long as you can’t descend in your true form, you can’t do anything to me."

The one who was conversing with Pang Jian, the illusory figure of the Star Devourer from the Dark Spirit Clan, said with a wild expression: "Your name is Pang Jian, you are a god of the Human Race, I’ve heard your conversation with Them."

"Your human tribe is naturally opposed to Their two factions; you surely wouldn’t care about Their life or death.

"Why not let me dispose of Them first, and then we can talk about other matters."

"Oh, no!"

The Star Devourer in the form of a Dark Spirit grinned and laughed loudly, "Pang Jian, I suddenly have a suggestion, you might as well listen to it."

"After They descended, they also sent two Divine Artifacts over. If I kill Them and seize the Divine Consciousness They’ve infused, I can gift you Their Divine Artifacts."

"You entered the Dark Prison for the Divine Artifacts to begin with; your Divine Tao is special, so Divine Artifacts with Cold Attributes and that Moon Artifact would be fully utilized by you."

"Without having to fight to the death, you could gain two Divine Artifacts for nothing, isn’t that better than a bitter battle between you and me?"

The Star Devourer was defined as an Outer Heavenly Spirit.

Since They had no flesh and blood bodies and their wisdom was not inferior to any higher race, He knew how to pick His fights, and who was stronger and who was weaker.

This time, Pang Jian, carrying the Origin Demon Sword, had just re-entered the Dark Prison and had just brought out his Immortal Primordial Spirit when He realized that Pang Jian had come prepared this time.

Moreover, Pang Jian was now much stronger than before.

Unlike Ying Yue and Han Yi, Pang Jian truly manifested as a God Spirit, entering the Dark Prison in his complete form, definitely not an easy opponent to handle.

That’s why He was willing to condense an apparition and engage in such a lengthy conversation with Pang Jian.

"Pang Jian!"

The Goddess of Cold Crystal who had risen from the Extreme Cold Ghost Mountain, the urgency in her icy eyes almost overflowing, said: "Our appearance in the Dark Prison is due to your previous fight with Him. Because of you, we’ve seen hope."

"Also because of you, I’ve felt justified in trusting!"

"I understand, I understand everything. Such a God Spirit as we are naturally have irreconcilable conflicts with your Human Race. But there are none between you and me!"

"Do the conflicts and antagonisms of other God Spirits with your Human Race really cut off everything?"

"If the opposition of the Boundary Wall is so thick and deep that it can never be shattered, why then, when your Divine Sense and mine touched, did it resonate in such a way?"

With a piercing scream, Han Yi started to manipulate Divine Skills.

Taking the fallen "Extreme Cold Ghost Mountain" as the center, the surrounding thousand miles of territory gradually froze.

When He and the Divine Artifact fell to the ground, when Ying Yue was attacked by the Star Devourer, Pang Jian, upon whom They had placed great hopes, had still not extended a helping hand.

His heart sank into icy cold.

So cold at heart, He invoked the power that had been accumulated in the Divine Artifact "Ghost Mountain" for ten thousand years, and thus the Cold Fog crazily spread outward.

In the midst of the fog, manifestations of Han Yi’s Extreme Cold Tao began to take form.

Mountains and rivers encased in ice and snow rose from the desolate star surface.

At the summits of those towering icebergs, profound Dao Marks were imprinted.

Suddenly, nine radiant ice rivers wound their way amongst the mountains.

There stood a lonely, abandoned girl who had been cast aside since childhood, situated at the intersection of those twinkling rivers.

Dressed in a white princess gown, she was exquisitely beautiful, as if she had been painstakingly sculpted by the heavens.

She stood amidst the ice rivers, her head bowed in tears.

It seemed that she was seeking answers from the gods—why she was forsaken, why she was targeted by her own brothers and sisters, why she was expelled from her own kingdom.

Was it all because of her father’s favoritism, because her father always showed her his kind side?

So after her father fell in battle, was she rightfully to be ostracized, loathed by her full siblings?

She could not understand.

In the icy wilderness, she, still so young, exiled and sobbing alone.

Her cries were faint yet deafening, reverberating through the heavens and earth.

The void brought forth a heavy snowfall, and her crying froze the boundless land.

Her young, tender heart was as cold as the world around her at this moment.

Nine sparkling rivers of ice stretched outwards with her sobs, reaching ever farther.

A thousand miles, several thousand miles, until they spanned a realm of ten thousand miles.

This gray and yellow star had half its area submerged in a cold fog, spurting out hundreds of glaciers from nothing.

Even the crevasses that split the earth were gradually covered with solid ice.

The new limbs of the Star Devourer couldn’t shatter that ice and could no longer exert pressure on everyone else.

Ultimately, at the convergence point of nine sparkling ice rivers, the little girl who had been quietly weeping suddenly merged into Han Yi’s body.

Thousands of years had passed, the little girl had risen to the ranks of the God Spirits, but the chill she experienced in her youth would forever remain the ultimate agony, inescapable.

A heart of Extreme Cold must have known the pain of Extreme Cold, thus becoming cold as dead ash.

Each time She unleashed the ultimate Cold Power to pry into the hidden forces within "Ghost Mountain," She had to endure such agony again, to be tormented once more.

With every use of such power, She became more radical, more inclined to avoid crowds, increasingly reclusive.

At this moment, She stood at the absolute summit of "Extreme Cold Ghost Mountain."

"Pang Jian..."

Her heart of Extreme Cold sought to warm the staunch, obstinate path of the Extreme Cold Great Tao, looking for a force that could moderate it.

Just like that, She gazed at Pang Jian.

She was now so powerful that, if She allowed Her Extreme Cold Great Tao to erupt unrestrainedly, with the help of "Extreme Cold Ghost Mountain," She might destroy this star.

Yet, deep within Her seemingly icy eyes, there now brimmed expectation.

"An obstacle, a hindrance."

Pang Jian snorted impatiently and suddenly slashed forward with his sword.

The Star Devourer, transformed into a member of the Dark Spirit Clan, this phantom soul, along with a section of its body behind, was shattered into a rain of light by the force of the sword in an instant.

The blinding sword light continued unabated.

Like slicing through tofu, it cut through the rock and ice, penetrating deep into the earth.

In the next moment, in every crevice beneath the ice-covered rock, sword intent and sword light glowed and flowed.

Countless Pang Jians, wielding the underground sword light, shattered the limbs of the Star Devourer with the True Essence of Sword Tao he had comprehended, along with his "Chaos Divine Path."

Pang Jian, now a newly anointed Sword God with the Demon Sword in hand, expressed his Divine Skill and sword power in unison as his Dao manifested itself in the inner world of the star with flamboyant and unrestrained sword light.

"Boom! Rumble! Crack! Crackle!"

The gray and yellow star, which the Star Devourer had dragged down to savor in the Dark Prison, was being split open by infinite sword light from within.

A star already cracked was further shattered by the dazzling sword light, bursting into countless chunks of meteoric Fragment Land.

The Goddess of Cold Crystal, with her obsessive and mad Great Tao of Extreme Cold, had frozen half the star, trapping the Star Devourer within and preventing it from emerging in time.

The sword of Pang Jian divided into tens of thousands of sword lights, which disintegrated the star from the inside.

On a massive meteorite.

Ying Yue, with one hand grasping the Moon Artifact, watched the crumbling of the gray and yellow star, saw the numerous exploding fragments, still encased in ice.

As a Middle-level God, She had ascended before Han Yi did.

She had always thought Han Yi was weak.

Even with "Extreme Cold Ghost Mountain" at her disposal, Han Yi would be one of the lower-ranked among the Middle-level Gods, a misconception arising from Han Yi’s reclusiveness and infrequent conflicts with others.

Ying Yue had heard slightly or witnessed Han Yi’s occasional feats in the past but none left as deep an impression as what she saw today.

"She was never weak; even without a stronger Divine Artifact supporting her, as long as she could continue cultivating methodically, she would be among the strongest of the Middle-level Gods,"

"All this time, it was I who underestimated Her."

Ying Yue was both shocked and moved.

Moved because She clearly realized that it was in such disarray being pursued by the Star Devourer that Han Yi finally unleashed the various Great Taos of Extreme Cold she had comprehended.

Of course, there was also Pang Jian’s initial indifference.

"One sword that pierces through the small-sized star, forcing the Star Devourer to reveal itself. She was right; her judgment was even conservative," Ying Yue thought bitterly.

Pang Jian was far stronger than She had imagined, by more than just a little.

In the Purgatory Human Tribe, the famous True Gods of this age — Ghost Mother, Li Wang, Pei Yishan — despite their years of fame, despite their dominance over the creatures of Purgatory,

might not necessarily be sure of defeating the current Pang Jian.

And this Pang Jian had only just established his Divine Tao, only just become a god of the Human Race.

"Human Race, Sword God..."

The bitterness in Ying Yue’s mouth grew more pronounced.

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Faced with the Goddess of Cold Crystal’s cold-hearted questioning, Pang Jian did not respond verbally but instead answered with a sword strike.

That single strike explained everything.

That strike also convinced the Moon Goddess, forcing Ying Yue to reassess Pang Jian.

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