The Purgatory Calamity
Chapter 669 - 631 The Legacy of the Demon Emperor_1

Chapter 669: Chapter 631 The Legacy of the Demon Emperor_1

Pang Jian introspected within himself.

He noticed that the gray-black Fragment Land, as it began to take form bit by bit, seemed to have some sort of connection to the land beneath his feet.

The Fragment Land was still very small, far inferior to the Spiritual Power Crystal, but the aura it exuded and the form it presented felt just like the Fifth Continent.

The creation of the Fragment Land was like having a miniature Fifth Continent, recreated in his dantian a million times smaller!

North, south, east, west, the Ghost Clan, the Devil Scale Tribe, the Heaven Clan, Cyclops, the Wood Tribe, all the different areas, all the different Alien Powers, were also represented above the Fragment Land.

This filled Pang Jian with delight.

He knew his "Chaos Sea" was extremely special, seeming to correspond vaguely with the Purgatory World; the more similar his "Chaos Sea" was to the actual Purgatory, the stronger the power he could obtain.

He even felt that if his True Body wanted to make another breakthrough, this was an essential step.

——To replicate the internal world of Purgatory in the "Chaos Sea" within his dantian, as close to the true form of Purgatory as possible!

Enlightenment rose to his mind!

Afterward, he wholeheartedly engaged himself in this realm.

He concealed his aura, hid his true identity, and as a Yao Clan warrior, went to deeply understand the wonders of the world below.

He gradually discovered that the Fifth Continent was mixed with many different Alien Tribes.

The entire continent was saturated with Filth Alien Power, but in different realms, the composition of the Filth Alien Power had vast differences.

In the areas where the Ghost Clan was active, especially in some cold and bleak mountain regions, there were many minerals similar to Mysterious Yin Stone, resulting in a Filth Alien Power that was particularly rich in Mysterious Yin Qi.

The Devil Scale Tribe of the Fifth Continent surrounded some deathly silent volcanoes.

Faint Demon Element Power leaked from the inactive volcano craters, making the Filth Alien Power of that specific area predominantly composed of Demon Element Power.

The Wood Tribe and Cyclops were generally the same.

The Filth Alien Power of the Fifth Realm seemed to accommodate all forces apart from Spiritual Power, and the locations chosen by these Alien Tribes often complemented their own bloodline.

This point was very similar to the energy characteristics of the Outer Star River.

...

Through his covert investigations, he learned that the strongest being of this continent was Aman, the Ancestor of Ten Thousand Mountains.

Although the Devil Scale Tribe, Ghost Clan, Heaven Clan, and Wood Tribe members also lived here, Aman was the Fifth Continent’s sole level ten supreme being.

And had been renowned for many years.

Previously, there had also been level ten supreme beings from other tribes that were born in the Fifth Continent.

Once such a supreme being emerged, they would almost always lead their people to migrate to another continent without a supreme being and become the ruler of that other continent.

For a long time, the limit for the supreme beings of the Fifth Realm was set at seven.

And this world had a total of seven continents.

If the supreme beings of this world were not too greedy, not intending to rule over all continents, there were always enough lands to go around.

In fact, in the vast majority of instances, this world’s number of level ten supreme beings would often not reach the limit.

That is to say, the seven continents were eternally unchanging, while the number of level ten supremes frequently fell short of seven.

Whenever this world’s supreme entities could produce seven beings, each occupying a piece of land, it meant that the quantity and overall strength of the beings of the Fifth Realm were at their peak.

And at these times, they were often accompanied by a surge of Filth Alien Power.

As soon as the Filth Alien Power began to flow upwards into the upper world, the Alien Tribes that had accumulated the maximum strength would invariably launch the Ascending Heaven Battle, challenging the Human Race of the Upper Realm.

If defeated, many or all of the level ten supremes would fall.

Then the surviving warriors would retreat back to the Fifth Realm to continue their rejuvenation and preparation.

In a short span of a thousand years or as long as several thousand years, they would again have seven supreme beings one day and, following the surge of Filth Alien Power, launch a new attack on the Human Race.

They fought, they failed, they fell, they accumulated, and then they rose again!

It was a continuous cycle.

...

Pang Jian, who deliberately concealed aura and hid his trail, wandered through the Fifth Continent like an invisible ghost.

In the Fifth Realm where the strongest had left and the nine and eight levels were rare, no one paid attention to him, a "Yao Clan" warrior.

He continually absorbed the Filth Alien Power from each area, and above the darkness in his dantian, the Fragment Land continued to grow.

He noticed that among the current inhabitants of the Fifth Continent, whether they were Cyclops, Devil Scale Tribe members, Ghost Clan, or Heaven Clan, almost all were old, weak, sick, or disabled.

Any warrior whose bloodline had reached level four or five, who possessed the strength to fight, was sent to the upper world.

The Heaven Clan, Devil Scale Tribe, Ghost Clan—all the Alien Tribes staying in the Fifth Realm—longed for their warriors to emerge victorious, hoping they could take root in the Upper Realm under the sunlight and stars.

Then, to return triumphantly and escort them to the heavens.

This was the aspiration passed down through generations, the dying wish of those who fell in the numerous Ascending Heaven Battles, the most beautiful hope in the hearts of the current Alien Tribes.

To leave the Fifth Realm, to start a new life in the Upper Realm, to eradicate the wicked and evil Human Race, was their common goal.

For this, they had been striving for thirty thousand years.

Ever since they were defeated by the cunning and treacherous Human Race, alongside the barbaric Demon Gods, and were driven from their high and lofty world to this realm, they dreamed of taking back everything they had lost.

The elderly Heaven Clan old man, the young Devil Scale Tribe children yet to grow up, the dying old women of the Ghost Clan, all occasionally looked up at the sky.

The sky was boundlessly dark, and they could actually see nothing; their gaze couldn’t penetrate the darkness.

Yet they always felt that the magnificent feat their clan had awaited for thirty thousand years would be achieved in this ascent to heaven.

They also yearned to visit the upper echelons of the world where their ancestors had lived before death, to catch a glimpse of the Star River beyond purgatory.

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"Golden Feather City."

Pang Jian stood amidst the ruins of a city.

Weeds overgrew amidst the rubble where pitch-black pillars, which seemed capable of holding up the sky, lay shattered on the ground.

Pillars, stone gates, broken bridges—many places bore the Demon Race’s ancient and simple characters.

It was these characters that let Pang Jian know that this place was once a city built by the Demon Emperor, Jin Yu.

He did not know what sort of deity Jin Yu, the Demon Emperor, was.

He thought of what the Old Black Turtle had said, that in the beginning, all the strong tribes of the Demon Race, each Demon God, were born in the Fifth Realm.

And they steadfastly held their ground in the Fifth Realm.

Until one of the Demon Gods exiled to the First Realm of Purgatory was forged by nature’s spiritual energy and successfully stepped out of Purgatory.

From then on, the Demon Race began to change.

Being called a Demon Emperor, Jin Yu might also be a bygone Demon God, whose history could be traced back to before the Demon Race surged into the First Realm en masse.

Today’s Golden Feather City has long lost its past glory, and the remnant Demon Race characters are so faint as to be nearly indecipherable.

With Divine Sense Inspection, he found no Alien Tribe members, indicating that the warriors of the Alien Tribes in the Fifth Realm had no interest in this city turned to ruins.

More likely, it had been explored countless times by the Alien Tribes, and anything of value had been taken away.

The Filth Alien Power here was markedly more diluted than in the areas where those Alien Tribes lived, and the few types of energy that made up the Filth Alien Power were relatively ordinary.

It was easy to understand, If the Filth Alien Power here were dense and beneficial to those Alien Tribes of the Fifth Realm, how could this place remain in ruins?

If so, the Alien Tribes would surely rebuild a new city upon the ruins and firmly occupy it.

"What I want is not quantity, but completeness, the Alien Power from different regions..."

Pang Jian murmured to himself as he naturally drew upon the Filth Alien Power of Golden Feather City, intending to incorporate it into his Dantian.

After a moment, surprise flashed in his eyes.

The Filth Alien Power within Golden Feather City and its vicinity contained a very weak Alien Power that actually resisted absorption by his Dantian and could not be successfully drawn in.

Since his arrival in Bagua City, from the moment he descended, moving across the Fifth Continent, this was the first time he encountered something amiss.

The energy of Golden Feather City was so thin, that almost imperceptible Alien Power refused to be dragged into his Dantian along with the other Alien Powers.

Like mosquitoes flies, it resisted the swallowing of a whale, fixedly lodged in the void, utterly immobile.

This piqued Pang Jian’s interest.

He, who had been wandering everywhere, now sat quietly in the ruins of Golden Feather City, attentively perceiving those unabsorbed Alien Powers and sensing their uniqueness and aura.

"Gold, it has the power of sharpness.

"There’s also a forceful, unyielding, indomitable spiritual will."

"Power, combined with spirit."

After pondering in silence for a while, Pang Jian suddenly had an epiphany.

In his own Dantian, he moved the shining mountains that represented the Great Tao of Gold, away from the grayish-yellow land supporting various mysteries.

A Gold Mountain slowly descended from above, across the dark blue Demon Sea.

Silently and without a ripple, the Gold Mountain settled on the black-gray Fragment Land.

A thread of Pang Jian’s consciousness surged into the Gold Mountain.

The surface of the mountain began to show fine golden lightning, each bolt corresponding to a mystery of sharpness.

The Sword technique Long Zhan, the Golden Sword Spell taught by Pu Zhaotian, and his own years of enlightenment, were all experienced within the lightning of the mountain.

However, the traces of those golden lightning bolts on the mountain were not especially profound.

Shallow, it seemed to imply that his understanding of the Power of Gold was as superficial as those traces.

Yet because of this Gold Mountain, positioned above the Fragment Land crystallized by the Filth Alien Power, when he resumed the absorption of the external Alien Power, he finally managed to budge those previously immovable Alien Powers.

The very weak Alien Power intermixed within the Alien Power of Golden Feather City began to converge towards his Dantian.

But it did not blend directly into his Dantian.

After some time, all the weak Alien Powers scattered near Golden Feather City, detectable by Pang Jian, had been entirely pulled and gathered by him.

Those Alien Powers finally coalesced into a golden feather.

Not a physical object, but an extremely pure golden Divine Power.

Forged from the Power of Gold and a forceful, unyielding, indomitable will, this golden feather obviously belonged to the Demon Emperor, Jin Yu.

Tens of thousands of years had passed, and Demon Emperor Jin Yu had long perished, with few traces of His existence left in the world.

In His constructed Golden Feather City, within these ruins, the power He left behind had become a golden feather.

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