The Purgatory Calamity
Chapter 614 - 581 The Glory of the Sword God_1

Chapter 614: Chapter 581 The Glory of the Sword God_1

The roar of Long Xiao echoed between heaven and earth.

This Unprecedented Thunder Dragon, revealing its true form, was the embodiment of the Purgatory Thunder Tao, and He was the strongest of the Demon Race at present.

He was also the Thunder God of this realm. Should He break through the Purgatory Heaven Forbidden and soar across the vast Star River, He would be among the foremost of all Thunder Gods.

Even Fan Di, also of the Ancient Demon Clan heritage and likewise a Thunder God, was not as powerful as He.

Once He began to fly at full strength, except for those deeply versed in the secrets of the void, there were few beings in this world faster than He.

"Swoosh!"

In a single breath, the fearsome Old Dragon had stepped out of the Saint Spirit Continent.

His eyes caught sight of Pu Zhaotian speeding through the void on Sword Tower.

Secretly infiltrating the Saint Spirit Continent and suddenly appearing above the True Dragon Palace, he had trapped His dragon offspring in sword light, forcing Him to hand over Pang Lin, and after killing an Ice Dragon of the ninth level, Pu Zhaotian actually fancied he could leave with such ease!

Today, if Pu Zhaotian were to leave unscathed, where could He, Long Xiao, put His old face?

"Pu Zhaotian!"

Long Xiao’s fierce and huge dragon head glared at the Sword Tower and spat out.

A blazing thunderball, like a star, hurtled towards the Sword Tower, exploding mid-way.

"Boom!"

The sky seemed to shatter, and thunderbolts as thick as waterfalls plummeted straight from the Second Realm’s void.

The explosion of the thunderball was an outburst of fury from the Purgatory Thunder God.

The thunder and lightning of this realm were at this moment called to arms by Him, turning into His power to crush His opponent.

Between Him and the Sword Tower, in front of the Sword Tower, in this vast and empty realm of millions of miles, suddenly thousands of blindingly thick thunderbolts erupted.

These thunderbolts were violent, forceful, massive, and rich with the divine power to annihilate all beings.

"Thunder, the sound of world annihilation!"

"Boom! Booming thunder!"

In the millions of miles of void, the thick thunderbolts bloomed like trees bearing fruit, condensing into disc-like thunderballs.

Countless thunderballs exploded, scattering immeasurable flashes of lightning, turning into a sea of thunder and lightning.

"Whoosh! Whoosh whoosh!"

Nine Thunder Vortices were born from within the sea of thunder and lightning, connecting with the cascading waterfall of thunderbolts.

The Sword Tower, like a nine-story pagoda, under such terrifying conditions, was bombarded by the myriad thunderballs, intercepted by the writhing waterfalls, and heavily constrained by the nine vast Thunder Vortices.

The tens of thousands of radiant rivers of sword light wrapped around the Sword Tower, colliding with Long Xiao’s Thunder Divine Power.

In an instant, millions of lightning and sword lights shattered.

"Whoosh!"

Inside the Sword Tower, the ancient sword marks branded on the walls shone with blinding divine light.

The formerly shrunken Sword Tower began to rise bit by bit, resisting the bombardment of the Thunderous Lightning with the power left behind by the Sword Gods within.

The Sword Tower had seen the birth of many astonishing Sword Gods.

Several Sword Gods achieved renown not just in the Purgatory World, but also, after stepping out of Purgatory, looked down upon the gods in the vast boundless Star River.

Before they left this world, they all imprinted their True Essence of Sword Tao within the Sword Tower and left behind a portion of their Divine Power.

And that is the terrifying aspect of the Sword Tower.

"Zoom!"

A black sacred sword flew out from the window of the Sword Tower, condensing into an agile Spirit Crow.

Gliding among the thunderous waterfalls, it seemed to connect heaven and sea, severing each strip with ease.

This sword was named "Spirit Crow," and it was merely a sacred sword.

Yet, its past master was the Sword God Void Spirit.

In Purgatory, wielding only the "Spirit Crow," Void Spirit had slain a tyrannical Demon God and had caused fighters of the tenth level from the Fifth Realm to die a miserable death.

If Long Xiao were to step out into the Star River, He would know of Void Spirit Sword God’s illustrious reputation beyond Purgatory.

Before breaking through the Heaven Forbidden of Purgatory and departing, Void Spirit left behind the "Spirit Crow" in the Sword Tower, imprinting his Sword Tao Profound Argumentation within, for those destined to comprehend it.

The "Spirit Crow" is not a Divine Sword, therefore not qualified to be placed on the bottommost floor of the Sword Tower, but its master is no ordinary being.

Within "Spirit Crow," there always remained three streaks of sword light.

As "Spirit Crow" screeched, breaking apart numerous thunderous waterfalls, the first streak of sword light fell into the sea of thunder below.

"Sizzle!"

A Thunder Vortex was instantly torn apart by the sword light, and Long Xiao’s Thunder Tao was completely wiped out by the sword force.

"Spirit Crow" flew gracefully, the second streak of sword light heading straight for the forehead of the massive Old Dragon, striking upon the dragon horn with a "tingling" sound, forcing Long Xiao to halt in His steps.

Following "Spirit Crow" were Birdsong, Gold Jade, and Fire Stream, three swords emerging simultaneously.

They were all merely sacred swords, yet the wielders of these three blades were Sword Gods who shook the world.

Within them lingered the Divine Power of the Sword Gods.

Birdsong turned into agile sparrows, Gold Jade became a radiant broadsword, and Fire Stream whipped up a fiery current.

The Divine Power within the three swords allowed them to transcend in an instant, each delivering a blow to the Thunder and Lightning Sea, to the Old Dragon of ten thousand zhang.

The chirping of Birdsong overshadowed the thunderous roars.

The sword of Gold Jade plunged into the Thunder and Lightning Sea, splitting another huge Thunder Vortex and disrupting Long Xiao’s "Nine Thunder World Annihilating" Divine Skills.

Fire Stream fell onto Long Xiao’s spine, causing scales to burst like golden iron shields.

The three swords launched simultaneously shattering Long Xiao’s Bloodline Divine Power and injuring the true body of Long Xiao.

And this is the formidable heritage of Sword Tower, the power left by generations of Sword Gods.

Although Sword Tower has declined in this era, and a New Sword God has yet to appear, the powerful True Gods of the Human Race, none have dared to underestimate Sword Tower.

Li Wang, Zhu Ji, Ghost Mother, Su Wenrou, such mighty beings have unanimously agreed to reserve the last seat of Godhood for Pu Zhaotian.

They do so because they know Sword Tower’s illustrious battle achievements!

If Pu Zhaotian were to successfully attain Divine Enthronement and wield this most lethal Sword Tower, the confidence of the entire Human Race would instantly jump to a new level.

When Pang Jian was in the Saint Spirit Continent, Dragon Cave dared not make rash moves, and it was precisely why Long Xiao maintained restraint.

Because Pu Zhaotian was in the midst of contending for the position of True God.

Only after the news of Pu Zhaotian’s failure spread did Dragon Cave begin a string of actions, and only then did Long Xiao permit the dragons to be a bit more unrestrained.

Because He also knew the terror of Pu Zhaotian and what it would mean to let Pu Zhaotian wield the Sword Tower as a True God.

"Mr. Mu, I will exhaust his sword power. Please block his retreat."

Long Xiao roared.

He stirred his Dragon Scales and shed searing drops of Dragon Blood, creating even more violent and powerful Thunder Vortexes, Thunderbolts, and Thunder and Lightning waterfalls.

He charged through the void, enduring countless sword lights and the sword force left within the world by the Sword Gods.

Even as formidable as He was, his dragon body was continuously being sliced by the sword light, with Dragon Scales either exploding or getting blasted away.

He knew well that after this battle, the thousands of years of Sword Tower’s accumulation would be squandered.

He is the mightiest Demon God in the world, and the Dragon Race is known for its formidable dragon bodies; moreover, they possess a healing power far exceeding that of any other sentient beings.

He is willing to pay a certain price, willing to sustain an injury, just to exhaust the heritage of Sword Tower.

He wants to eliminate all hidden dangers in one battle!

Currently, Sword Tower is in the hands of Pu Zhaotian, who has not yet risen to True God status, and He has the confidence to withstand it.

He believes that without a Sword God’s control, Sword Tower currently cannot kill Him.

Once Sword Tower is controlled by Pu Zhaotian upon his Divine Enthronement, or if it falls into the hands of the New Sword God, Pang Jian, then these unconsumed ancient sword powers could heavily injure or even kill Him.

He will never allow this to happen.

"Understood."

Mu Wentao’s voice rose faintly.

This heaven-sent True God, who cannot face Pu Zhaotian, donned in silver armor and his face covered with a mask of the same material.

Suddenly, he appeared in front of Sword Tower.

At that moment, the sword lights flying out from Sword Tower were attacking the Old Dragon at the rear.

A ghostly, cyan-colored palace was then shaken out by Mu Wentao.

The souls of countless warriors, fallen in the Purgatory World without regard to race, began emerging from the various window mouths of the cyan palace.

"Swoosh! Swoosh swoosh!"

Dozens of windows opened, revealing dozens of faces.

"Senro Ghost Realm, a sanctuary for myriad spirits."

There were Demon Souls, human souls, and souls of Alien Tribes, all muttering softly in the cyan palace, forming a restraining force targeting all "spirits."

That palace, known as "Senro Palace," diffused a hazy cyan light, shining upon Sword Tower.

Inside Sword Tower, many swords that harbored Sword Spirits suddenly dimmed.

Sword Spirits, too, are a form of "spirits," and they were also constrained by Mu Wentao’s Senro Palace.

A Divine Sword, a sacred sword, once its spirit is supressed, its power naturally greatly diminishes.

"Mu Wentao, as a Human True God, you actually allow that Old Dragon to order you to strike at me. Does your Sect, Gui Sacrificial Sect, truly wish to be enemies with our Human Race?" Pu Zhaotian thundered from the summit of Sword Tower.

"It’s not our Sect, it’s just me," Mu Wentao responded coolly while still upholding the honor of Gui Sacrificial Sect, "I willingly fell from grace, I have committed great heresy, I am the scum among True Gods. But it’s only me, it has nothing to do with Gui Sacrificial Sect or... my Shifu."

"You came from Gui Sacrificial Sect, it was Ghost Mother who secured a seat of Godhood for you, you practice the Dao of Gui Sacrificial Sect!" Pu Zhaotian scoffed mockingly, "You still dare to claim it has nothing to do with Gui Sacrificial Sect? If Ghost Mother weren’t strong enough, do you think no one would deal with your Sect?"

Mu Wentao chose not to argue but simply said, "Fortunately, Shifu can protect Gui Sacrificial Sect so that the sect won’t be implicated because of me."

"But she can’t protect you from death."

A soft voice suddenly emerged.

With the sound, Pu Zhaotian immediately laughed, saying, "It seems that today, the one who will die is not Pu Zhaotian, but you, Mu Wentao!"

The first floor of Sword Tower.

As "Senro Palace" emitted its hazy cyan light onto Sword Tower, Pang Lin’s Spiritual Soul was also restrained, as if pulled into an obscure and different realm, unable to find herself.

The moment that soft voice appeared, a divine light pierced through that realm, instantly pulling Pang Lin back to the present world.

"Shifu!"

She cheered on the first floor of Sword Tower, joy sparkling in her eyes; she knew she was safe.

"Whoo! Whoo whoo!"

Two old men, one fat and one thin, as well as the Sword Spirit named Mrs. Feng, who had been somewhat sluggish in their movements, were once again lively and nimble.

The shackles imposed by "Senro Palace," the restraint from the realm of "spirits," had been suddenly dispelled.

"Su Wenrou!"

Mu Wentao turned his head.

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