The Purgatory Calamity
Chapter 647 - 611 Nine Evils and One Goodness_1

Chapter 647: Chapter 611 Nine Evils and One Goodness_1

The Rock Python hesitated to step into the Fragment Land upon hearing Pang Jian’s words and paused.

It raised its head, looking at the White Fox that had transformed into a human with eyes pleading for help.

It knew the White Fox was cunning and resourceful, perhaps even capable of helping it to preserve the Heaven Phoenix’s final head.

"Indeed, it is extremely difficult to deceive a true god of the Human Race."

The White Fox Demon King, who had taken the form of a beautiful woman, had eyebrows like painted pictures and exuded a charm that was, despite her elegant demeanor, quite enchanting.

She was wrapped in a silver-gray magical robe, her figure graceful and alluring.

In this void adjacent to the Boundary Wall, only the vicinity of the desolate "World Tree" remained unshrouded by the Mysterious Fog.

This was also consistent with the Absolute Sky Forbidden Land.

The enchanting figure of the White Fox Demon King had been alone in the empty void until she suddenly stepped forward.

With a single step, she agilely crossed over the still figure of the Ice Roc King, stopping on a branch as thick as a mountain range.

Her eyes sparkled with intelligence as she scrutinized Pang Jian’s massive godly form, feeling the power that left her amazed.

"Now that he has caught on, let’s reveal the final head of the old ancestor to him," she stated calmly.

The Rock Python hesitated, mumbling, "This head of the ancestor is different from the other nine. If this head is slain, then the ancestor will truly die."

"Listen to me, just let him see it," the White Fox urged softly.

"Okay."

The Rock Python obediently complied.

The giant python, whose body was nearly a thousand zhang long and colored a grayish white, swam back.

When it reached near Pang Jian’s divine form, the ninth-grade Rock Python opened its mouth, sticking out its forked tongue.

Its tongue, spread out like a flat piece of flesh, carried on top the Nine-headed Bird Demon God’s last surviving bird head, its neck’s fleshly fibers sticking to the python’s tongue.

The bird head was suspended in life, nourished by the vitality in the flesh of the python’s tongue.

When the Rock Python opened its mouth to display its tongue, it became speechless.

However, the final bird head of the Nine-Headed Bird, which revealed itself before Pang Jian, emanated an aura completely distinct from the nine heads of the Nine-Headed Bird Demon God that had been destroyed.

The eyes of this bird head radiated an unusual calm and gentleness, filled with kindness and compassion.

He was indeed intelligent, yet he didn’t possess exceptional power. He grew from the Rock Python’s tongue like a tree rooted in suitable soil.

Looking at the majestic and impressive divine figure bathed in Seven-color God Light, he spoke softly, "You must be Pang Jian, right?"

His eyes beamed with a kind smile, his voice gentle and soothing. Before Pang Jian could reply, he added apologetically, "I’m sorry, I must have brought you quite some trouble."

Pang Jian was taken aback.

Through the intense Firm Wind layer to suddenly display the Nine-headed Bird Demon God before his eyes, each head exuded an aura that made him uneasy.

The Nine-headed Bird Demon God felt sinister, malicious, cruel, and cold to him.

He saw it as a monster that betrayed trust and repaid kindness with enmity.

Above the skies of Cloud Marsh, the remaining three heads gave him the same impression.

Overall, his perception of the Nine-headed Bird Demon God was that it embodied all forms of evil.

To achieve its goals, the Nine-headed Bird Demon God would do anything, including attacking Pang Ling grievously after forming an alliance with Luo Hongyan.

He considered it an untrustworthy and ungrateful creature, sinister and venomous among the different kinds.

He assumed that the last bird head hidden within the Extreme North Mysterious Fog by the Nine-headed Bird Demon God would be just as malicious.

With such a bias in mind, he was shocked when he finally saw the last bird head and sensed its aura, perceived the kindness in its eyes, and heard the gentleness in its words...

Pang Jian was momentarily dumbstruck.

"The one I’ve seen doesn’t seem to belong to the same species as you," he said after a pause, his face filled with surprise. "If it was like you, perhaps in the Second Realm, back when there were Thousand Miles of Cloud Land, I might have spared its life."

Still referring to the Nine-headed Bird Demon God whose nine heads had been cut off as "It," suggested that he didn’t see it as a true demon god.

"The hearts of humans, the hearts of all beings, have both good and evil."

"And I," said the bird head patiently, "am a special creature with strictly divided good and evil aspects, each with independent thought and intelligence."

"I have ten heads, but for all beings, nine is the limit. The nine heads you severed represent my nine evils, symbolizing all my misdeeds."

"When there are nine evils and one good, I can survive in the world. When there are nine good and one evil, I can also survive."

"Years ago, when your father saved me, I suppressed the evil with nine goods, preventing that single evil head from ever emerging."

"Back then, my deeds garnered your father’s recognition. For my sake, he established this boundary and even moved the last dying World Tree of the Fifth Realm here."

"A group of unfortunate demon children had the luck to survive in this hidden world; we lived here in peace and happiness for many years."

The final bird head sighed bitterly.

"I wanted to do more for the Demon Race, so when my power was strong enough, I ventured out a few times. I’ve been killed several times, and each time I died, my goodness and evil became muddled as I accumulated strength to grow a new head."

"Sometimes, I could suppress the evil with nine goods; other times, all the new heads were evil."

"Good and evil are always in flux, not decided by my will. In recent years, evil has been the dominant force, and it was in this phase that I ascended to demon godhood."

"During that period, the way I conducted myself was completely different from before, and even the good in me was powerless to intervene with the nine evils."

"..."

In the gaze of encouragement from the White Fox, the last remaining head of the Nine-Headed Bird told Pang Jian about the strange occurrences related to him.

Pang Jian, who had originally intended to swiftly eliminate this last bird head to prevent future troubles and secure a position for Hei among the Demon Gods, fell into silence upon hearing these words.

After a long while, Pang Jian spoke in a deep voice, "My father..."

"When he was still here, even my nine heads filled with evil thoughts were somewhat well-behaved. He said he sensed that a great calamity was coming to the Purgatory World, a terrifying disaster unlike any before."

"He said he wanted to go out and see, to find a solution, and then he left."

"But he never came back."

The last head of the Nine-Headed Bird, pondering, said, "When he was here, he saw that my other nine heads harbored different thoughts. In fact, as soon as my nine heads were identified as carriers of evil, they were always suppressed by him."

"The nine evils should have dominated the one good, but because of his presence, the nine evils were always kept in check."

"And this one good, in turn, gained his trust and was able to take a leading role."

"After he left and didn’t return, the power suppressing the nine evils gradually eroded. Eventually, the nine evils broke free, and I, the one good, was imprisoned, becoming a backup plan for the nine evils should they die and revive in the future."

The last head of the Nine-Headed Bird disclosed everything, explaining clearly.

Finally, it said, "You should kill me, completely eradicate this kind of being that is indistinguishable between good and evil, and let those who can truly lead the Demon Race appear."

"If I live and nine new heads grow, whether they are good or evil is still beyond my control."

With those words, it presented itself ready to be killed or mutilated as seen fit.

The Rock Python opened its mouth wide so that Pang Jian could see this bird head more clearly, while the White Fox Demon King, knowing there was no other way, could only hope that Pang Jian would be moved by compassion.

Whether it be nine evils and one good or nine goods and one evil, they are all the Nine-Headed Bird.

The nature of the new bird head, whether good or evil, is not something the Nine-Headed Bird itself can determine, and must be left to fate.

Pang Jian, who perceived the subtleties of the situation, hesitated for a moment before saying, "First, go find Yuan Qi’s pair of Demon Pupils and bring them to me."

"Wait a moment!" The White Fox Demon King darted off.

The return trip took but a few breaths, and the White Fox Demon King handed over a blue liuli bottle, respectfully saying, "The Demon Pupils are inside!"

With a sweep of his Divine Sense, Pang Jian knew that the liuli bottle indeed contained Yuan Qi’s gouged-out eyes.

After taking possession of it, he thought it over and communicated with the Bee King, instructing it to send a Bee Insect over.

In the Mysterious Fog as well, one was at the upper end and the other at the lower end, with no barriers in between.

The Bee King, the Bee Insect, and he were all receptive to each other, so in theory, the Bee Insect should be able to find its way here successfully.

Before long, a Bee Insect began its descent from the Mysterious Fog outside the Boundary Wall of the Second Realm’s Absolute Sky Forbidden Land.

Sinking continuously.

Meanwhile, Pang Jian focused his mind and energy in the depths of the Extreme North Mysterious Fog, communicating with the Mysterious Turtle in the Panshi Fragment Land.

After ascending to an Immortal Primordial Spirit, his perceptual connection with those creatures linked to him had greatly intensified.

In the Purgatory World filled with the dense mysterious mist, he still managed to sense the Mysterious Turtle and, at the cost of a considerable drain on his mental energy, sought help from the Old Mysterious Turtle.

Pang Jian told the Old Mysterious Turtle the whole truth about what the last head of the Nine-Headed Bird had said.

He didn’t trust the Nine-Headed Bird, but he did trust the Old Mysterious Turtle.

"I too am uncertain of the truth."

"My life is longer than that of the Heaven Phoenix, Long Xiao, or the Primordial Serpent. I am one of the earliest Ancient Demons."

"I have witnessed the rise of the Alien Tribes and observed the Human Race’s struggle. I’ve seen too many strange and peculiar events."

"However, I still haven’t recovered to level ten and have not regained all my lost memories. I do have an impression of that Nine-Headed Bird, but it’s not particularly vivid, which is strange."

"I know it has ten heads, but I have no memories of the nine evils and one good, or of the nine goods and one evil."

"Logically speaking, I should be aware of such a unique and special Demon Race."

"Strange, it really is strange..."

The Old Mysterious Turtle, deep beneath the Fragment Land, frantically searched his memories, his pupils reflecting the quicksilver flow of recollections.

"My memories of the Nine-Headed Bird overlap significantly with those of the previous Realm God. There are legends of the Nine-Headed Bird in the Purgatory World, but I have never seen the legendary Nine-Headed Bird, which is improbable."

"The Nine-Headed Birds of legend should belong to the same era as me, but I have no recollection of them. The only Nine-Headed Bird I remember is this current one, who appeared alongside your father."

"..."

Perhaps it was too difficult for him to recall all the past with his Bloodline not fully restored to level ten.

The news revealed by the Old Mysterious Turtle, and what he said, were somewhat ambiguous and unclear.

"He appeared alongside my father, and indeed there are legends of the Nine-Headed Bird in the Purgatory, yet the Old Mysterious Turtle—a Demon God spanning all legendary eras—strangely has no impression of it."

"So, could it be that this suddenly emerging Nine-Headed Bird is... an extraneous species?"

"Is it a Nine-Headed Bird from beyond Purgatory, brought into this world by my father through some means?"

"Just like the Ming Prison Soul Bee?"

Pang Jian was thunderstruck.

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