The Purgatory Calamity
Chapter 621 - 588: Slaying Two Dragons!_1

Chapter 621: Chapter 588: Slaying Two Dragons!_1

"Storm! Storm! Storm!" the Level Nine Wind Dragon howled in the void.

Its exploded scales, wrapped in turbulent cyclones and filled with raging storms, exerted their force below Pang Jian’s divine body.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!" The cyclones emitted a terrifying suction force, like three great abysses swallowing all life and producing a divine power.

Even Pang Jian’s towering divine body swayed unsteadily under the pull of the three cyclones.

The sword light he slashed out, which flew towards the group of demons, was also flickering and unstable.

The sword light was no longer straight but had become meandering and twisted, having lost its sense of direction.

The Level Nine Wind Dragon’s power twisted the void and also the sword light.

"Wind Controlling Pearl!" the Wind Dragon roared as it spat out a pearl.

It had spent three thousand years collecting winds from the Purgatory World, including gale winds, cyclones, cold winds, and firm winds, to refine this "Wind Controlling Pearl," the undeniable treasure of all wind-related treasures.

This treasure, which he took pride in, was condensed from a hundred drops of his pure dragon blood.

Confident enough to believe he could defeat Human True Gods like Li Chu and Mu Wentao, the "Wind Controlling Pearl" gave him at least thirty percent confidence!

Upon the appearance of the "Wind Controlling Pearl," invisible firm winds began to sweep through.

Those firm winds that existed above the Third Realm and below the Second Realm were collected and condensed by the "Wind Controlling Pearl,"

The fierce firm winds that ravaged heaven and earth erupted from beneath Pang Jian’s divine body and from the three giant cyclones.

Previously, the cyclones that were sucking at him turned and spewed forth terrifying firm winds.

Pang Jian, who had been slowly descending and gradually getting closer to the three cyclones due to their drag, was suddenly engulfed by endless firm winds.

"Whoo! Whoosh, whoosh!" A Wind Dragon, with the "Wind Controlling Pearl" in its mouth, swept wildly through the endless firm winds, its large eyes filled with icy coldness.

Long, slender grey-white "Dragon Veins" danced wildly in the wind, containing the true essence of the Wind Dragon’s bloodlines.

Many of these bloodline truths were beyond the Wind Dragon’s ability and belonged to a Wind Dragon God that had perished tens of thousands of years ago.

"Great Ancestor, bless me with three drops of your blood. Each drop belonging to Him allows me to unleash the secret methods of a Level Ten Wind Dragon once. Pang Jian, you are doomed to die here today!"

"Su Wenrou, you too shall not escape death!" the elderly Wind Dragon roared savagely.

Another Level Nine Flame Dragon, together with three Demon Kings—the Golden Elephant, the Kylin, and the Ghost Snake—only saw the firm winds of the Lower Realm being controlled by the "Wind Controlling Pearl," and the endless winds had engulfed both it and Pang Jian.

The aura emanating from the cyclones was such that it could grind everything in the world into nothingness, leaving them all deeply shocked.

They had never seen a Wind Dragon so fierce before.

Who would have thought that beneath the Old Thunder Dragon in the Dragon Cave, there would be such a fierce Wind Dragon with the power to contend with a True God.

"Wait! Wait for the old maniac to kill Pang Jian!" the Level Nine Flame Dragon positioned itself between the storm and the three great demons.

Its dragon form turned into a wall of fire, and its eyes seemed like two pools of flames, containing rage as Long Yan bellowed, "Long Yan didn’t just die at his hands; he was also refined alive in his body!"

"I can feel the presence of Long Yan’s bloodline!"

This Level Nine Flame Dragon was an elder of Long Yan’s clan, and aware of his limited bloodline talents, he knew his peak would be at Level Nine.

In his eyes, Long Yan of the younger generation of their Flame Dragon lineage was expected to replace Lin Qiyang of the Pure Land and become a Demon God on the path of flame.

He had poured all his efforts into Long Yan, and as a Flame Dragon and elder, had always cleared the way for Long Yan.

For the glory of the Dragon Race, for the grand vision of their great ancestor, he had collected flames from everywhere for Long Yan, helping him to refine his dragon body and blood.

Long Yan had been peerless among Level Eight Dragons, and he took great pride in that.

Learning of Long Yan’s death in the Demon Abyss Continent, he had been devastated.

Rumors had circulated that Heaven Treasure Sect was behind Long Yan’s death, and others said it was a strong figure from the Demon Sect by mistake.

Now, he was certain that Long Yan had been refined to death by Pang Jian!

"Sword Tower!" roared the Level Nine Flame Dragon, circling the area of the storm, its head shaking and tail wagging.

And so, around the periphery of the storm, there appeared rings of fiery light rivers.

Within those fiery light rivers, there were burning fluids, metals, and gold, controlled by the bloodline of the Level Nine Flame Dragon, flying towards the region ravaged by the cyclones.

Wind could fuel fire, and the Wind Dragon and he were old partners.

The two old Level Nine Dragons, driven by Pang Jian, cooperated fully, using the fierce winds to drive the flames of fire, intending to obliterate this human up-and-comer in a short time.

The Ghost Snake, the Golden Elephant, and the Kylin, also Level Nine Demon Kings, were simply unable to intervene at this time.

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"Sssst! Sizzle!" Endless and boundless firm winds, gales, and cold winds, like sharp blades and fiery spears, sliced at Pang Jian’s divine body.

Pang Jian, who had erected a Spiritual Power Light Shield, held the glimmering Star River over his head, and wielding the Origin Demon Sword, released six "Demon Realm Cave Heavens" with a shout, "Six Demons Heaven Declaring!"

The six "Demon Realm Cave Heavens" instantly revealed Supreme Demon Power!

Six real Demon Realms, which still existed undecayed to this day, were recreated in the Purgatory World by the power of the sword.

In front of him, to the left and right, and beneath his feet, the "Demon Realm Cave Heaven" spread out respectively.

The boundless and endless Firm Wind, fierce wind, and cold wind blew into the six great "Demon Realm Cave Heavens." They were all absorbed by myriad demons, obliterated and ground down by Demon Light.

Amidst the myriad of violent winds, Pang Jian stood unmoved like a mountain.

The power of the "Wind Controlling Pearl" couldn’t budge his Immortal Primordial Spirit that stood tall in the void.

"Sword, Star Flow, Moon Blade."

Pang Jian guided the Star River above his head with his sword moves.

At that moment, his God’s Thought, through the Origin Demon Sword, penetrated into the Nine Heaven Star River, pulling on the star and moon force within the cosmos.

In his chest, the area obscured by darkness began to twinkle with stars one by one!

A crescent and a full moon emerged from the darkness.

Pang Jian, who had ascended to the Immortal Realm and forged the Divine Tao with the "Tao of Chaos," marveled at the wonders of his Divine Body, wielding sword techniques in accordance with his heart and the Great Tao he had comprehended.

His ego dissolved, he felt as if his body were the Star River, his consciousness the countless stars, the Bright Moon.

The boundless vastness of space seemed to be brought into his heart, as though he became a part of the Boundless Star River outside of Purgatory.

Every strike of his sword was in harmony with the stars, the sword’s momentum following their orbit!

Stars refined by Star Power, and the moons bound by moonlight, fell one after another from the Star River above Pang Jian’s head.

Stars and moons were both swords, the eternal guides beyond Purgatory in Pang Jian’s mind.

For thousands of years, the beings of Purgatory had looked up at the Star River countless times, viewing the distant stars and moons as beacons and ideals.

Before the Human Race knew of the existence of Alien Gods beyond the heavens, they saw the stars and moons as God Spirits, believing they too possessed spiritual consciousness.

They believed that these heavenly bodies exclusively watched over the lives in Purgatory, imagining the stars and moons to be exceedingly beautiful.

These beautiful longings and fantasies, the yearning and pursuit of the stars and moons by the people, and the intrinsic beauty of the stars and moons, seemed to reside within the falling stars and moons, within the sword lights.

Sword lights scattered, like the collapse of the Star River, like a meteor shower of falling stars.

"Hiss!"

The body of a ninth-level Wind Dragon, measuring over a thousand feet long, was pierced through with countless holes by the falling stars and moons, its Scale Armor shattering one by one.

A crescent and a full moon, pure and clear, flew out from this terrifying Firm Wind region, hurtling towards the ninth-level Flame Dragon.

One moon landed on the Flame Dragon’s forehead.

The other moon landed on the Flame Dragon’s back.

The enraged Old Flame Dragon, roaring in fury, seeking vengeance for Long Yan, was smashed into two by the moon, its dragon head obliterated by a moon.

Both the Wind Dragon and the Flame Dragon, joining forces to tear at Pang Jian, were slain by him here.

The Dragon Cave, which had reigned supreme over the Demon Race of Saint Spirit Continent for many years and was supported by the likes of Long Xiao and these ninth-level old dragons in the dark, suffered a devastating blow with the death of the sharpest Long Zhan.

With the Wind Dragon, the Flame Dragon, and another ninth-level Ice Dragon killed by Pu Zhaotian, three ninth-level dragons had perished one after another.

The Dragon Cave thus suffered a blow it hadn’t experienced for thousands of years.

The birth of a ninth-level dragon was extremely difficult, far more so than the creation of an Immortal Realm Human Race powerhouse.

With Long Zhan included, a total of four ninth-level dragons had perished, instilling fear in the hearts of Demon Kings like the Golden Elephant and Ghost Snake and those akin to the Kylin.

If The Overbearing Thunder Dragon were to suffer any mishap in this battle, the history of Dragon Cave’s dominance over the Demon Race would be gone forever.

"The Poison Calamity of Saint Spirit Continent is erupting, who knows how many of the Demon Race will die from the venom. The dragons of the Dragon Cave are dying one by one, yet no external forces come to our aid," lamented the Ghost Snake Demon King with a soft sigh, "If the price to pay for breaking the limitations of our Bloodline is the disappearance of the Demon Race, then..."

The Golden Elephant and the Kylin fell silent upon hearing this.

While Long Xiao was still battling in the dense clouds of dark mist with Su Wenrou from Pure Land, and Pang Jian, standing in the "Jing" shaped sword light world behind him, had just slain two ninth-level dragons.

At such a time, to question Long Xiao’s decisions seemed somewhat underhanded.

However, they also knew that even combined, their strength was no match for those two old dragons.

Now that the two old dragons were dead, if they truly followed the Dragon Cave’s directive to kill Pang Jian and destroy Pu Zhaotian’s path to Divine Enthronement, what would their fate be?

Naturally, death.

The ancient Golden Elephant, who still remembered the incomparable grace of Sir Heaven Phoenix, couldn’t help but mutter quietly, "If Sir Heaven Phoenix were still alive, he would never let us go to our deaths for nothing."

The Kylin and Ghost Snake became even more silent.

...

Pang Jian, who had slain two old dragons in succession, paid no heed to the attitudes of the three Demon Kings in the distance but strictly guarded the "Jing" character sword light world behind him.

He left that place of miasma to ensure that his Shifu’s path to Divine Enthronement was free from outside interference.

Whoever dared to approach, whoever dared to hinder Shifu’s ascension to True God, he would slay.

Suddenly, the wound on his chest covered by darkness once again transmitted a tingling, sore sensation.

It was still instinct.

Instinctively, he wanted to draw on a strand of Fate to heal the injuries of his Divine Body.

He now clearly understood that this sensation in his wounded Divine Body only occurred when a new Fate came into being.

Behind him in the "Jing" character world, the process of Shifu’s fusion with Fate to forge the Divine Tao had not been interrupted and was still ongoing.

So, where was the new Fate coming from?

It was naturally from the fall of another True God.

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