The Purgatory Calamity
Chapter 642 - 608: The Sword Destroys the Nine-Headed Bird!_2

Chapter 642: Chapter 608: The Sword Destroys the Nine-Headed Bird!_2

At this moment, within Wu Yuan’s Spirit Sea of Consciousness, his Spiritual Soul had transformed into a Demon Stone.

He had been cultivating the Demon Stone Spell, the very spell derived from the Demon Stone that had fallen from beyond the heavens, known as the demon nest, where the Original Demon once resided.

It was because he had obtained the recognition of the Demon Stone, that is, the demon nest, that he was able to cultivate the Demon Stone Spell.

To put it more bluntly, the Original Demon in the demon nest had taken a fancy to Wu Yuan, deeming him a natural-born Demon, destined to command the Demon Sect within the Purgatory World, including the entire Demon Clan!

Dazzling Shadow from the Devil Scale Tribe, warriors from the Horned Demon Clan, and those of the Bull Demon Tribe, could all be categorized as Demons.

And Wu Yuan, who was permitted by the demon nest to cultivate the Demon Stone Spell, was meant to be the King of All Demons in the Purgatory World. With his human body and human Demon Soul, he was supposed to ascend smoothly to become a Demon God.

"You can also try for Divine Enthronement, and by doing so, draw upon the fate of the Purgatory World."

"You are as special as Pang Jian, your Spiritual Soul also harbors the Divine Consciousness of the gods, and I can complement what you lack. Wu Yuan, in today’s Purgatory World, you will be the second miracle after Pang Jian."

A voice that reached straight to the soul, emanating from the newly-formed Demonic Eye, resounded within Wu Yuan’s Spiritual Soul, which now resembled a Demon Stone.

"Go forth and achieve Divine Enthronement, become the King of All Demons in Purgatory, and rule over all Demons!"

Wu Yuan’s body, along with the old altar beneath him, quietly ascended towards the heavens.

As Pang Jian descended into the Lower Realm, this prodigy of the Demon Tao from the Demon Abyss Continent, having fled to the Xuan You Continent, felt a force propelling him towards the Second Realm.

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Cloud Marsh.

"The body of the True God Li Chu was promised to me by that Sovereign. Did you receive the Sovereign’s permission to come here and snatch the Divine Corpse?"

"Do you realize what you will face for defying the Sovereign’s decree?"

The Spiritual Body image of Pang Ling was forced to reveal itself upon the trunk of the "World Tree" above.

He bit his lower lip lightly, his clear eyes reflecting urgency, and his two arms gently swayed.

"Rustle! Whoosh!"

Within thousands of miles of Cloud Marsh, countless plants and trees responded to His Divine Power.

Streams of cyan and tender green brilliant light burst forth from the loftiest trees.

They were like giant cannons firing into the sky!

In the several cities around Cloud Marsh that had been annexed, nearly a thousand Wood Tribe warriors were seated.

Each Wood Tribe warrior’s soul was connected to His Spiritual Body.

The willpower, soul, and Qi and Blood of the Wood Tribe’s strong were all aiding Him, becoming the source of His battle strength.

Regaining her youth, Mu Yuan from the Wood Tribe had become the strongest level nine warrior, her hair wildly dancing, sitting upon an ancient tree in the forest.

As thick beams of green light shot towards the crazed Nine-Headed Bird, Mu Yuan was the first to bleed from all seven apertures and her originally radiant face began to grow old once more.

"My God, please hang in there!"

Mu Yuan exclaimed in anguish.

This God Spirit of the Wood Tribe had single-handedly elevated the Wood Tribe from its status as the lowest ranked tribe in the Fifth Realm to its current heights.

The frail Wood Tribe even managed to attract the attention of that highest Sovereign.

And she, on the verge of a natural passing, continually experienced breakthroughs in her bloodline and had her life extended again and again.

All these were thanks to the "World Tree" they worshipped!

The Wood Tribe grew stronger as the "World Tree" grew, and the more powerful the "World Tree," the brighter the future of the Wood Tribe.

Therefore, when the Bird Demon God, grievously injured, was attacking the "World Tree" in frenzy, all the Wood Tribe warriors were mobilized by her.

They swore to defend the "World Tree" to the death, not allowing the Nine-headed Bird Demon God to cause harm.

"Trying to stop a chariot with one’s arm is an overestimation of one’s abilities."

"How do you think you came to be? You think I am unaware? I came from Northern Qi too, and I know the Realm Gods before me all too well. Even if I don’t consume you, another God Spirit will!"

"The Sovereign who made you promises merely raised you first, probably just waiting for you to grow a bit more before consuming you."

The Nine-Headed Bird shrieked, wielding ancient musical instruments like zithers, pipas, chimes, and flutes with its claws, while using sorcery under its control to unleash its terrifying power.

Piercing sonic blades whistled like knives and swords as they ran amok over thousands of miles of Cloud Marsh.

The vicious plants and trees suddenly split apart, their branches and leaves turned to fine powder.

The vast demon power of the Nine-Headed Bird, permeating with the sound waves into the Fragment Land, transformed into myriad soul birds that pecked at the immobile Wood Tribe warriors seated in meditation.

"Swoosh! Swoosh, swoosh!"

The Wood Tribe warrior’s soul was sucked out by the birds, swallowed whole by them.

The plants were withering, and the tree’s essence was being drawn in, with masses of souls leaving their bodies. This energy allowed two more heads of the Nine-Headed Bird to rapidly grow.

He was a level ten Demon God, and Demon Gods have always been powerful.

When He set His sights on the "World Tree" of Cloud Marsh to restore His combat strength, erupting His divine skills and demon might without regard for the consequences, He indeed proved difficult to resist for opponents not of the same level.

"Father!"

Pang Ling called out from within the disintegrating branches and leaves with his spiritual body engulfed in the tree trunk.

He sensed it, that the Nine-Headed Bird Demon God, adept in soul sorcery, had fixed three of its heads upon Him.

His spiritual body was immobilized by the wicked and bizarre demon might, and He was about to be involuntarily dragged out from the tree trunk by the Nine-Headed Bird’s evil force, to be consumed by the Demon God as He had consumed His warriors.

In such a situation, He could no longer sense Pang Jian’s whereabouts or know where Pang Jian had gone.

He was just instinctively calling out to Pang Jian for help in the face of death, informing Pang Jian of His current predicament.

"I’m already here."

The voice that reached His very soul appeared thunderously out of the blue just as His spiritual body was about to leave the tree trunk.

Above the skies of Cloud Marsh, a towering God Spirit descended from heaven!

This grandiose God Spirit was surrounded by seven-colored glory, wielding a Divine Sword as if it could cleave the heavens and split the earth.

First came a radiant divine shine, which turned into a broad river of sword light, slashing towards the newborn heads of the Nine-Headed Bird.

The sword light was chilling to the bone, with thunder roaring within the river of light.

After one streak of sword light, a second formed in an instant.

The new swath of sword light was like a boiling sea, where deep within the scorching lava fluid, it seemed as if the Fierce Sun was bobbing.

The most extreme flames combined with a sun that scorched through ages, and deep within the sword light’s boiling sea, the Flame Pool slowly revolved, as if melting everything.

Vast demon might emerged from it, as if to refine the stars and the earth.

This was the second sword.

Then came the third sword, the fourth sword, the fifth sword, the sixth sword.

The subsequent sword lights were the incarnations of the true essence of gold, the condensation of myriad heavenly rivers, the deep meanings of ancient lands being shattered, and an endless abyss of darkness.

The Godly being swung his sword, each stroke cutting down the Nine-Headed Bird, each sword imbued with the law of divine skills.

"Crack!"

"Slash!"

The broad sword light came slashing down, and the ancient demon god that had traversed Purgatory for several ages had its newborn heads, along with the ones that hadn’t been destroyed before, cut off one by one.

As the necks of the heads were severed by the sword, the power within the sword erupted, and the heads violently turned into a shower of blood.

"Drip! Drip!"

First came a sparse rain of blood, followed by a torrential downpour!

This ferociously evil Nine-Headed Bird Demon God, the old demon that had long lain hidden in Northern Qi within the Mysterious Fog, was finally beheaded by the new era’s Realm God.

"Thump!"

The massive body of the Nine-Headed Bird also fell heavily to the ground.

"Father!"

Pang Ling suddenly came to his senses, only to see the bird that had presented Him with an insurmountable problem, now headless, crash into the ground with a boom.

The sky rained blood, nourishing the land of Cloud Marsh and enriching this unusual world.

An alien evil vitality seeped into the moist earth, absorbed through His roots and devoured by countless trees and plants.

He immediately knew that with Li Chu’s Divine Corpse, and now the Nine-Headed Bird Demon God, He was sure to ascend to level ten smoothly!

"Human True God!"

"He is Pang Jian, the new era’s Sword God of Sword Tower!"

"A Sword God has descended from the sky to aid our God Spirit in slaying the Nine-Headed Bird, resolving a major crisis for us!"

The people of the Wood Tribe all stood up, looking up at the majestic and expansive seven-colored God Spirit in the void, feeling his strength and grandeur, uncertain of what to do for a moment.

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