The Purgatory Calamity
Chapter 665 - 628: The Very Beginning_2

Chapter 665: Chapter 628: The Very Beginning_2

"Because the Filth Alien Power is the densest on the fifth level!"

"The Demon Gods then, just like this Black Dragon, all chose to use the Filth Alien Power to complete their ascension. They reigned supreme across the realms of Purgatory, the undeniable rulers of the world."

"But, they couldn’t leave the Purgatory World."

"As soon as they tried to ascend, Heaven Forbidden blocked their path, even though they could see the sun, moon, and stars, they could never leave!"

"And the Demon Gods who explored further downwards, all went and never returned, vanishing without a trace."

The Old Black Turtle, covering his eyes with both hands, showed blood seeping through his fingers.

Shocked by these words, Pang Jian felt his qi and blood roiling and sensed something was off with his Demon Soul. He hurriedly said, "Stop torturing yourself with these thoughts, and don’t speak anymore!"

But the Old Black Turtle insisted on speaking, "I also know that the Demon Race that lived on the first layer of Purgatory were the most lowly of races."

"Those Demon Race who were severely punished by the Demon Gods and exiled to the First Realm were never allowed to descend to the lower worlds. Just like now, the Alien Tribes of the Fifth Realm of Purgatory cannot enter the Upper Realms."

"The punished Demon Race had no choice and nowhere else to turn, so they started to refine their bloodlines and Demon bodies with nature’s spiritual energy."

"This way was much slower, with an efficiency far lower than that of strengthening the Demon bodies with the Filth Alien Power, and the rate of breakthrough in their bloodlines wasn’t good either."

"At that time, the nature’s spiritual energy in the First Realm was still very thin and far inferior to what it is now."

"Just like that, it seems, it seems... "

The Old Black Turtle’s pain in his Demon Soul intensified, and his breaths grew heavier, "It seems that in the First Realm, a Demon God was finally born! I can’t remember who He was, I’ve forgotten everything about Him, but He made it out!"

"In the First Realm of Purgatory, He refined his flesh and demon bones with nature’s spiritual energy, and He spent many times longer than other Demon Gods, achieving Godhood in a whole new way."

"He was not bound by Purgatory Heaven Forbidden, or at least was barely restricted, and thus He stepped out of Purgatory to soar through the stars."

"It was He who changed everything, who overturned the order."

"After that, the outstanding new generation of the Demon Race were all sent to the First Realm. Those powerful Demon Gods began making their descendants tread a much harder path to grow."

"This path was slower, more dangerous, with far more thorns and obstacles."

"But it allowed them to leave!"

"Although the older generation of Demon Gods could not leave and had to while away forever within Purgatory, they always yearned for the beyond and pinned their hopes on the newer generations."

"Perhaps, as more and more of the Demon Race sought to live in the First Realm, the nature’s spiritual energy there gradually became denser."

"After some years, new Demon Gods were forged with the nature’s spiritual energy of the First Realm, and more Demon Gods stepped out of the Purgatory World!"

"Purgatory was forever changed! The best of the new generation of the Demon Race were all positioned in the First Realm. The lands of the First Realm teemed with the Demon Race, and the nature’s spiritual energy began to overflow, extending downwards."

The blood dripping through the Old Black Turtle’s fingers flowed onto his body, and his weary and feeble voice abruptly cut off.

Thus, he sank into the Fragment Land.

"Boom!"

The Panshi Fragment Land shook. Deep within the earth, he reverted from his human form and, in the vast shape of the mighty turtle, fell into a deep slumber.

His Demon Soul was severely wounded.

The memories buried deep in his Demon Soul, which shouldn’t have surfaced until his bloodline reached level ten and he could once again ascend to the ranks of the Demon Gods, were forcibly unearthed by him.

And this was clearly more than he could handle at the moment, causing him to suffer a backlash.

He knew how painful it was to unearth the deepest memories and how much harm it did to him, but still, he needed to speak.

He didn’t want to sink into the Fifth Realm, didn’t want to refine his demon body with Filth Alien Power again, and didn’t want to be like the Demon Gods of the Demon Race from ancient times, forever losing the chance to leave Purgatory.

However, with Rock Bear having ascended to Demon God, and while Rock Bear still existed, he couldn’t reclaim his Demon God status.

In this dilemma, wanting to unravel the mysteries of the two world forces, he could only endure the backlash and pay the painful price to obtain memories that should have been accessible at level ten of the bloodline.

Gravely injured, he entered the Turtle Breathing State, with no knowing when he would awaken.

On the cold surface of the lake, Pang Jian stood still, motionless.

This was a corner of The Frozen Land, the place he and the Old Black Turtle had chosen for the Dark Giant Python’s ascension to Demon God.

As soon as the location was settled, with the authority of the master of Panshi Fragment Land, the Old Black Turtle built a barrier around the Ice Lake.

He summoned the Cold Fog to envelop the outskirts of the Ice Lake to deter the people of the Ice Tribe and the powers of Fragment Land from approaching.

This was also to prevent the news from leaking out.

The arrangement of the Mysterious Turtle rendered Pang Jian’s return unknown, allowing him to stand by the Ice Lake for a long time without being discovered by the powerhouses of the Panshi Fragment Land.

He could quietly, by himself, comb through the significant message conveyed by the Mysterious Turtle despite its grave injuries.

In the memories of the Mysterious Turtle, the Purgatory World from a very long time ago had only the first layer filled with nature’s spiritual energy.

And it was extremely rarefied.

Even earlier, in an age so ancient that not even the Old Black Turtle knew of it, was the Purgatory World all Filth Alien Power?

When did spiritual energy appear? How was it formed? Why could it exist in the Upper Realm of Purgatory?

Spiritual energy is clearly closely related to the Heaven Forbidden of Purgatory.

In the Fifth Realm where Filth Alien Power is most concentrated, and the endless darkness below the Fifth Realm, could there be another form of "Heaven Forbidden," laid out at the very bottom of Purgatory?

The Alien Power that caused the bloodline of the Alien Tribes to advance and the ancient Demon Gods to transform, was it brewing from below, being absorbed by the most powerful of bloodlines?

Without entering the darkness, without reaching the bottom of the darkness, the truth will probably never be unveiled.

So far, not one of the strongest in Purgatory has been able to reappear in the world after delving into the absolute darkness.

It seems to be a path of death, a dead end, which is why the Mysterious Turtle would rather wait in suffering than change its route to be purified by Filth Alien Power, not willing to lose hope of stepping out of Purgatory one day.

"The true path out for the creatures of this realm lies below the fifth layer, in the darkness beneath the darkness!"

Pang Jian once again thought of these words.

Inscribed in the body of the tenth-level Frost Giant Dragon in ancient Demon Scripts, a sentence deliberately concealed by Zimo.

The Sovereign-level Luo Hongyan, who didn’t care much whether the Human Race survived, has been staying in the Fifth Realm since awakening its divinity.

Upon discovering the disappearance of the Original Demon, it immediately and decisively fell into that darkness.

The Original Demon was something it had thrown into the darkness through the Universe Box, but since then there had been no news.

Various signs indicate that those supreme beings from beyond the sky are very concerned about that darkness, deeply concerned about the secrets hidden beneath it.

"If the Ancient Demons aren’t deliberately deceiving everyone, then advancing to Demon God with Filth Alien Power might not necessarily be a dead-end road."

Pang Jian looked at the darkness beneath the rock ice.

In the darkness, Filth Alien Power surged intensely.

After pondering for a long time, he slowly squatted down, pressed his palm against the rock ice, and tried to draw the Filth Alien Power from the darkness.

He had always known that spiritual power and Filth Alien Power were incompatible in the dantian.

Once they touched, they would cause a violent conflict, and they could even cause his dantian to collapse and his body to explode.

Not long ago, when the Immortal Primordial Spirit sank into the Fourth Realm, he also felt the invasive antipathy of Filth Alien Power.

He had to deploy the Firm Cover, continuously exhausting his power to prevent the penetration of Filth Alien Power in order to avoid causing abnormalities in his divine body.

Now, the Immortal Primordial Spirit was howling in the Mysterious Fog high above, heading for the starry sky where the Youkui hid.

This body, devoid of fate and with the Spiritual Soul in it, had multiple times taken in Filth Alien Power, and the spiritual energy that filled the dantian everywhere had been refined into crystals, turning into a piece of Fragment Land.

Theoretically, if Filth Alien Power emerged again in the dantian, it might not necessarily touch the crystallized Spiritual Power Fragment Land.

He felt he could avoid a conflict between the two.

Within his palm, the Filth Alien Power flowed like a murky and filthy stream, entering the dantian along the pathways of meridians opened previously.

Filth Alien Power suddenly materialized in the darkness!

The area in the dantian that had formed into darkness after he killed the Alien God Dark Bat and refined it with the "Original Demon Fusion Spell," was beneath the dark cyan Demon Sea.

The darkness was the lowest layer of the inner world of his dantian, much like the real environment of Purgatory.

And the Filth Alien Power he was absorbing once again manifested in that darkness, pulled and dragged by his conscious will, being extracted upward from the darkness.

Like a creator, with his own will in the dantian, he drew out Filth Alien Power from the darkness!

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