The Purgatory Calamity
Chapter 619 - 586: The Dark Turn of Su Wenrou_1

Chapter 619: Chapter 586: The Dark Turn of Su Wenrou_1

In the void covered by the "Dragon Bead",

the sword light warning sent by Pu Zhaotian before drawing his sword did not stir the slightest ripple.

The sound of the sword light had not truly fallen when it was shattered by a dragon roar from Long Xiao, preventing Pang Jian and Su Wenrou from hearing the message.

But at the moment Mu Wentao died, Pang Jian, Su Wenrou, and Long Xiao almost simultaneously sensed something.

A True God had fallen not far from them, the changes in the force field of heaven and earth, the dissipation of the soul’s breath, the re-emergence of fate—such things could not be completely concealed no matter what.

The hole in Pang Jian’s chest even felt a tingling sensation, as if it wanted to draw on fate to heal the wound.

This was instinct.

In just an instant, the tingling sensation in his chest was gone, indicating that the fate had been seized by someone in the very first moment.

The one who killed Mu Wentao chose to merge the newly appeared fate of Purgatory directly into his own spiritual soul as soon as Mu Wentao’s soul perished!

Who else could it be?

Without stepping out of the illusory and strange area created by the "Dragon Bead", all three were certain that the one who caused Mu Wentao’s instant death was none other than Pu Zhaotian!

Pang Jian had never doubted his master’s combat strength. His comprehension of the "Chaotic Sword Skill" and Pu Zhaotian’s repeated enlightenments and guidance

had made him realize that in the way of the sword, his master was unmatched!

In the current chaos of Purgatory, his master could not stand tall and participate because he had not ascended to Sword God.

Pang Jian had always firmly believed that as soon as his master joined the ranks of the True Gods, he would immediately become the most powerful person in the entire Purgatory World.

"Mu Wentao, who was deceived by the Supreme God of the Ghost Clan, turned out to be so weak, and I even considered him a force to be reckoned with."

Long Xiao emitted a distant dragon’s chant in the void, directed towards a certain place in the Lower Realm.

This dragon chant transformed into a substantial, thick bolt of lightning, heading straight for a location in the Lower Realm.

Pang Jian, who had been warned by the Source Demon, also understood many things at this moment.

Long Xiao knew that Zhu Ji, Pei Yishan, Su Wenrou, and Li Wang, such True Gods, were coming, yet he showed no signs of panic, effortlessly maintaining his composure.

This indicated that Long Xiao had his own confidence.

His master, such a lazy person, must have received the news about those True Gods early on, yet he suddenly killed Mu Wentao in a frenzied manner and seized Godhood at the first opportunity.

He even disregarded the presence of Long Xiao and chose to rush again to ascend to the True God Realm!

If the situation was not extremely dire, why would his master do this?

What kind of person, what kind of situation, could force him to brazenly forge the path to True Godhood in this unsuitable place, at this unsuitable time?

"Elder Su, this Old Dragon must have formed an alliance with the strongest of the Alien Tribes from the Fifth Realm. Zhu Ji, Li Wang, and Pei Yishan are probably unable to make it here," said Pang Jian inside the "Dragon Bead" as he closed his eyes. "From now on, the two of us will act as Protectors for my master as he attempts to ascend to the True God Realm."

In the midst of all the layers of illusion, Su Wenrou slightly furrowed her brow.

It was just a slight frown, without a trace of panic. She spoke in a calm and serene tone, "I understand."

The "Divine Dharma Aspect" she summoned was majestic and imposing, with skin as white and pure as jade, radiating a faint glow.

After she uttered the words "I understand," the skin color of her "Divine Dharma Aspect" suddenly turned purplish green, as if she had fallen deathly ill in an instant, infected by the most terrible poison in the world.

"Long Xiao, you have never truly understood my Poison Calamity,"

she said, her usual gentleness gone without a trace.

Her voice carried venom, like the icy-cold water beneath a millennial glacier, the harsh and chilling wind that ravages the heavens and earth, or the malevolent spirits from the deepest pits of hell.

With her change of skin color, Su Wenrou’s demeanor underwent a drastic transformation—she was like a demon, like a ghost.

"My Poison Calamity can be triggered through the Demon Hearts of the Demon Race youngsters of the Saint Spirit Continent."

"Just the thought of a Demon King in my mind can directly implant poison into them across the void."

"I am now close enough to the Saint Spirit Continent. This distance allows me to cast my spell successfully."

"Long Xiao, you forced me to start this Poison Calamity. The Demon Race of the Saint Spirit Continent has fallen into their current state of hopeless disaster, all because you acted stubbornly on your own."

"Let the calamity begin!"

As the sound ceased, Su Wenrou, known as "Medicine and Poison Dual Extremes," chose to turn to blackening as a response to Long Xiao’s betrayal.

"Pang Jian, protect your shifu well! Do not attempt to come near me until I have regained my senses! Now, immediately! Withdraw from this miasmic void!"

Su Wenrou let out a shrill, ghastly howl.

At this moment, she was no longer the divine being of the human world but rather resembled an evil god intent on tormenting the souls in purgatory.

Even Yang Luo, who was well-versed in the ways of erosion, was not as terrifying as Su Wenrou’s current state.

When the gods of the Human Race become obsessed with deviant paths, they can be even more formidable than the evil gods.

"Okay!"

Pang Jian decisively retreated.

He finally understood why Su Wenrou’s combat power was acknowledged as one of the top three among True Gods.

When Su Wenrou intent on blackening began to unleash the evil suppressed in her heart, and when she ignored the devastation of all living beings, her true power burst forth.

"Su Wenrou, how dare you!"

Long Xiao let out a scream of horror and fear.

Even Pu Zhaotian, who had called upon the Sword Tower and taken his dragon progeny to slay a ninth-level Ice Dragon, had never been so enraged.

The blackened Su Wenrou, simply considering launching a Poison Calamity on a Demon King and determined to unleash a catastrophe on the Saint Spirit Continent, truly instilled fear in him.

Unfortunately, by the time Old Thunder Dragon felt fear, Su Wenrou could no longer hear anything, having extinguished the last trace of her reason.

...

Saint Spirit Continent.

In a deep valley littered with corpses, there lived a ninth-level Demon King known as the Blood Rhinoceros King, infamous for his brutality and bloodthirstiness.

In the valley, there was always a power of individual cultivators from the Human Race transporting young men and women in via Cloud Sail.

The Blood Rhinoceros King had a taste for Human Race males and females around fifteen or sixteen years old, a fact well known among the Demon Kings and Great Demons of the Saint Spirit Continent.

He was loyal to the Dragon Cave and held deep reverence for the Old Thunder Dragon in his heart, but he was never recognized by the Dragon Cave.

The True Dragon Palace also never summoned him.

This was because Long Xiao once remarked that, although he had become a Demon King, he had not completely shed his bestial nature.

He was not only unresentful, but he even took pride in this comment.

Many of his fellow Demon Kings did not wish to associate with him, feeling that he wasn’t quite right in the head, and the number of eighth-level Great Demons he had subdued was very few.

This day, after he feasted once more and belched contentedly, he was still chewing on a blood-drenched arm.

"Poison Calamity, it begins with you."

Suddenly, he heard a voice coming from within his own Demon Heart.

The Blood Rhinoceros King was startled and looked down to feel it, only to discover that his Demon Heart had silently shattered, emitting greenish-purple poisonous smoke.

The smoke wafted outwards, spreading into the nearby caves and sneaking into the lairs of his subordinates.

There were no painful howls, no gasping screams.

The eighth-level Great Demons loyal to him, as well as the seventh and sixth-level lesser demons, died off one by one.

"Huff! Huff, huff!"

New clouds of greenish-purple smoke emerged from those lairs, drifting towards the territories of the nearby Demon Kings.

The Blood Rhinoceros King felt himself slowly floating upwards; he looked down at the beautiful spreading mist and suddenly realized his Demon Soul had inexplicably left his body.

After that, his Demon Soul also dissolved into the smoke.

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