The Purgatory Calamity
Chapter 602 - 570: Injury of the Divine Body_1

Chapter 602: Chapter 570: Injury of the Divine Body_1

Pang Jian now had a profound understanding of the power of a Middle-level God.

His thoughts were intermittent, his consciousness gradually becoming hazy, and he even couldn’t feel pain anymore.

Yang Luo’s gaze was fixed on him, her words echoing as if drifting from far beyond the heavens.

He strained to listen, but found it difficult to hear her clearly.

The Divine Power belonging to Yang Luo continued to extend outward.

This terrifying force cleared a larger vacuum within the Mysterious Fog, preventing him from connecting with the "Purgatory Gate".

Web and thread bound his body, severely limiting his movements.

The horrific erosive power further muddled his Spiritual Intelligence.

Under Yang Luo’s Divine Eyes, his body, with the five elements as its viscera and the stars and moon as its orifices, cast in Cold Ice and Thunderbolt to form the special structure of Divine Bones, was laid bare for all to see.

The restraining power from the vacuum was applied to him, causing his stream of thoughts and consciousness to be controlled.

If the Source Demon did not speak up, did not initiate conversation, Pang Jian was nearly forgetting its existence.

It was only after the voice of the Source Demon rang out that he became aware of a force attempting to analyze him, seeking to understand the marvels of his Immortal Primordial Spirit.

"I possess words that can bewitch the mind, capable of distorting His thoughts, able to forcefully change His will."

"But it can only last for an instant."

"This instant is our chance for escape, and you must grasp it well."

Inside the dark green Demon Pearl, the Source Demon sat cross-legged in the air, speaking three sentences at a slower pace.

It was these three sentences that awakened Pang Jian’s dispersed will and thoughts.

"Begin!"

The Source Demon whispered an incantation with his hands in a seal.

Suddenly, a grand Demon Sound arose, resonating in Yang Luo’s mind, throughout this vacuum area, and within Pang Jian’s Immortal Primordial Spirit.

"Boom!"

The restraint originating from the vacuum disappeared due to the Demon Sound, as the Source Demon indeed twisted Yang Luo’s will.

His power caused a lapse in Yang Luo’s focus and led her to undo the seal herself.

The webs that entangled Pang Jian’s limbs and the threads that stuck to his body, the erosive powers therein, also diminished along with it.

"Whoosh! Whoosh, whoosh!"

A series of dazzling dark golden sword lights re-emerged.

The sword light cut through all webs and threads, and this time, they did not condense again or regenerate.

It was in this instant that Pang Jian finally clearly regained awareness of himself!

From the moment he was bound by the webs and threads, as Yang Luo pulled on the threads with her spider legs, drawing him slowly closer, his thought consciousness was being eroded and infiltrated.

His complete consciousness, fragmented and scattered by Yang Luo’s power, left him in a state where he was unable to focus his attention.

As he drew near to Yang Luo, his consciousness became empty, unable to concentrate power with his "mind and spirit".

Only when the Demon Sound rang out was he able to gather his consciousness once more.

He grasped the Origin Demon Sword once again, casually cutting the threads connected to the spider legs, and the unrelenting sword light, upon striking Yang Luo’s pale and bone-like spider legs, flickered.

Suddenly, an overpowering erosive Divine Power transformed into a wave of light upon the spider legs, effortlessly extinguishing his sword light.

The shrill screech of the Source Demon rose once more, turning into numerous visible dark green sword lights, flying towards Yang Luo, who now showed a struggling intent in her indifferent eyes.

"At the moment, we are not His match! Even in my strongest era, my power was only barely on par with His!"

"Let’s go!"

The howling of the Source Demon morphed into a terrifying sea of swords.

Pang Jian, having regained his self, dared not hesitate, unleashing the Alien Power within his whole body, with the five organs in his chest blooming with five-colored Divine Radiance, the Heart of Flame, like a lava pool, leading the boiling surge.

The boiling flames, extending along the Qi and Blood vessels to the liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys, activated the phenomena of metal, wood, water, and earth all at once.

His five visceral organs erupted like five immense worlds, interconnected by his qi and blood, suddenly unleashing astonishing might.

When his visceral organs exerted their strength, the stars shone brilliantly in unison, and the sun and moon suddenly blazed forth luminously.

The multitude of alien powers and divine glows within his immortal primordial spirit reached a harmonious and perfectly blended state with the aura of the Origin Demon Sword, transforming the blade into a dazzling bolt of lightning.

It was this bolt of lightning that carried Pang Jian as he tore through the vacuum, returning to the Mysterious Fog Sea.

No sooner had he sensed the presence of the Mysterious Fog than he communicated with his True Body at once, activating the Purgatory Gate’s profound mechanisms, creating a space rift in the boundless Misty Sea.

"Whoosh!"

He flashed into it in an instant.

...

The vacuum region.

The struggle in Yang Luo’s eyes disappeared, reverting to her previous indifference, "A divine object that can also open a space secret door in the Mysterious Fog, and the other end of the door seems to be the ’Gate of Prison’ world."

"Have the gods born in Purgatory come to understand the Mysterious Fog... to such an extent?"

"This man, now relying on such a divine object, seems to be able to enter and exit the ’Prison’ world at will."

"If I could get my hands on this artifact and offer it up to Him, it would undoubtedly be a tremendous merit."

After Pang Jian’s escape, Yang Luo surprisingly didn’t fall into despair.

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Dark Prison.

Pang Jian, who had successfully escaped with the help of the Purgatory Gate, stared at his chest cavity stripped of its outer layer in the form of his immortal primordial spirit.

Yang Luo’s power had left him deeply unsettled, making him realize the might of a middle-level god.

Having returned safely, he communicated briefly with the Source Demon before he started to heal his injuries.

But then he encountered a problem.

His body, neither crystal nor jade, with the outer skin layer being similarly indeterminable, had been torn asunder by Yang Luo’s fearsome "erosive" divine power. He was at a loss for what power to use for healing.

He first tried to reforge with qi and blood but quickly discovered it was futile.

Ice, thunderbolt, and the powers of the five elements, even aided by the power of the sun, moon, and stars, still could not regenerate his flesh.

It seemed that because there was a wound in his chest that couldn’t heal, his immortal primordial spirit could only maintain an imposing and towering state.

Unable to shrink, nor could it settle into his True Body.

"Strange..."

He moved his immortal primordial spirit away from the Mysterious Fog, attempting to draw power from the Dark Prison World, to see if he could condense the lost outer layer of his primordial spirit using the energy of this world.

Still, it didn’t work.

Having no other choice, he turned to the Source Demon for help, but even the Source Demon had no answers.

Because his immortal primordial spirit was different from others, not of the flesh and blood form of an Alien God Spirit, this clearly exceeded the understanding of the Source Demon.

"Swish! Swish!"

Two divine lights descended from the heavens.

Having secretly sent back the handy divine artifacts to his True Body, the two goddesses sensed his dire circumstances.

"Who did this? Who injured you so severely?"

Han Yi’s eyes revealed a fierce chill, her voice sharp as an ice blade: "I heard that some god spirits driven by He Motian are searching for you in the outer Misty Sea. Whoever injured you like this is either many low-rank gods or a single middle-level god."

"Who is He?"

The Goddess of Cold Crystal demanded harshly: "My True Body is also in that Misty Sea. Tell me who He is, and I’ll go find Him!"

"Have you lost your mind?!" Ying Yue shrieked, "Regardless of who the other party is, they are a part of our faction. Have you thought about the consequences of taking action for Pang Jian’s sake?"

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