The Purgatory Calamity
Chapter 721 - 683: The Blood God Takes Shape_1

Chapter 721: Chapter 683: The Blood God Takes Shape_1

Fifth Continent.

The Cyclopes, the Heaven Clan, the Wood Tribe, and the Ghost Clan residing on this land had been in a constant state of fear and unease.

They were the old, weak, sick, and disabled among their people, neither eligible nor powerful enough to partake in the battle to ascend to the Upper Realm.

Nevertheless, the war kept tugging at their hearts, for they well knew that the outcome would determine the future of them all.

Upon seeing the Heavenly Tribulation Pillar that had stood in the frigid wilderness for ten thousand years, once again bursting forth with its cyan radiance, they thought ill news was upon them.

Instead, the light originating from the Heavenly Tribulation Pillar enshrouded the entire continent.

The blinding light that in bygone days caused so many of their mightiest to fall from the sky and perish on their descent, now served as a protective umbrella for the lives in the Fifth Realm!

Such is the capriciousness of the world.

"Sovereign!"

"Master Sovereign!"

The warriors of the Alien Tribes, some whispering prayers and others shouting deafening cheers, knew that only his power could turn the Heavenly Tribulation Pillar, an expensive creation of the Human True God, into the cornerstone that guarded their land.

Before long, they witnessed a Human True God approach with an overwhelming Divine Dharma Aspect.

But he was promptly eradicated by a piercing cyan light that flashed through him in an instant.

The Human True God, Tian Du San Ren, perished on the spot.

The common people of the continent, exhilarated by the death of Tian Du San Ren, were certain that their initiated battle to ascend had surely reached a white-hot stage.

Otherwise, why would a Human True God so foolishly force his way into their world to meet his demise?

After a while, they suddenly saw two spectacular multicolored clouds streak in from the outer void.

The rosy clouds, clearly drawn by some power, headed straight for the summit of the Heavenly Tribulation Pillar.

"What is that?"

"Not sure, it looks like two rainbows."

"Why are they heading to the top of the pillar?"

"I don’t know."

Amid such confusions and under the gaze of astonished eyes, the two clouds, symbols of fate, rushed towards Bagua City.

It was silent in the City Lord Mansion, yet thick with the flow of Filth Alien Power.

Suddenly, the Copper Box at the bottom of the pool inside the mansion quietly floated up.

The box opened on its own, swallowing the two clouds of fate, and then shut itself again.

It promptly sank back to the bottom of the pool.

No figure revealed itself, no voice was heard, but a Supreme Will controlled everything, silently orchestrating in the shadows, directing events towards the path He had planned.

...

Outside the Fifth Continent.

"Bang!"

A punch capable of shattering the fabric of the cosmos, imbued with vast Filth Alien Power, slammed into the cyan barrier.

The barrier splashed out an endless cyan luminescence.

Above the gleaming barrier, stars twinkled, sun and moon emerged, and Metal, Wood, Water, Fire, Earth, Cold Ice, and Thunder and Lightning darted about.

The many mortal kingdoms of Purgatory, the Human Race’s Sect forces, and Array constructions—everything was there.

The crystallization of the True Gods’ wisdom, the fortune once amassed by the Divine Country, the Supreme Tao realized by the Sword God.

All contained within!

Yet even Zhu Ji, employing the "Force" of the Great Tao and forming a punch capable of destroying heavens and earth, could not shatter the cyan barrier.

After the strike, Zhu Ji slightly frowned, a touch of fatigue on his face.

He truthfully said, "I can still harness the Filth Alien Power of this realm, but the death energy increasingly mixed within the Filth Alien Power also penetrates my flesh and blood violently when I exert force."

He left the rest unsaid.

Li Wang needed only to glance at him to know he had lost much vitality. If Zhu Ji continued to bombard the barrier that enshrouded the Fifth Continent, the death energy would ruthlessly consume his life force.

Perhaps Zhu Ji would wither and die before the barrier even broke—these seemed to be the only choices left.

"Boom! Rumble! Hiss!"

The "Well"-shaped sword light storm unleashed by Pu Zhaotian, the "Reincarnation Pool" owned by the Ghost Mother, and the deadly poison unleashed by Su Wenrou also left conspicuous marks on the cyan light barrier.

But they were merely marks.

There were many arrays in the Purgatory World, but the Heavenly Tribulation Pillar was rightfully the strongest, as it represented the collective efforts and wisdom of many True Gods.

Moreover, it was the culmination of the ancient True Gods who had left Purgatory years before.

Even the strongest Demon God of the Demon Race throughout history, the Heaven Phoenix, had bestowed the Heavenly Tribulation Pillar with Supreme Mystery.

The Heavenly Tribulation Pillar, spanning several eras and now in the Sovereign’s hands, had been thoroughly discerned by him; its intricate workings were driven by His power, truly making it impregnable.

"I meld with the power of ’Heaven Forbidden’; it cannot be used in the Fifth Realm," stated Pu Zhaotian after several sword strikes, with a hint of dejection. "Li Wang, this is not the solution."

"If there was another way, I would switch immediately," Li Wang said, looking at Zhu Ji. "Keep going."

Without a word, Zhu Ji built up his strength again.

He felt his life force waning under the penetration of death energy, yet he still chose to believe in Li Wang, resolutely gathering Filth Alien Power once more.

"You, and I, let’s combine our efforts with his punches to attack the barrier!" Li Wang bellowed.

...

In the Absolute Sky Forbidden Land of the Second Realm.

Amid the murky Mysterious Fog, Dong Tianze, wielding the Bloodthirsty Blade, was pursuing a level nine Ghost Clan warrior.

"Hiss!"

A blood-red sword light, thick with the scent of gore and carrying ruthless, bloodthirsty, and insane intent, pierced through the back of the Ghoul warrior.

After the passage of the blood-colored sword light, the Ghoul warrior’s flesh was gone, leaving only a skeleton.

There were many such skeletal remains; all were killed by Dong Tianze, all perished under the Bloodthirsty Blade.

Dong Tianze roamed within the Mysterious Fog, hunting powerful beings from Alien Tribes and creating similar skeletons everywhere.

Pang Jian had become a True God, and so had Wu Yuan, this made him very eager.

...

A moment later, the blood-colored sword light flew back in reverse, condensing into a thin line of blood.

Dong Tianze opened his mouth, like savoring the most supreme delicacy, swallowing the line of blood with evident enjoyment on his face.

Suddenly, his heartbeat thudded incessantly.

Inside the Bloodthirsty Blade, the Sword Spirit let out an almost insane screech: "Left side, a hundred miles!"

In Dong Tianze’s heart, in the blood-colored spiritual soul within his mind, there was almost an explosive boom.

He felt an immeasurable force, containing the bloodline essence of various clans, manifest in the Mysterious Fog to his left.

It was an immense blood force beyond his wildest dreams!

With the greatest speed he could muster, he charged towards the source and soon saw a surge of blood-color materializing within the gray Mysterious Fog.

Within that strange blood, there were droplets of essence blood that boiled his blood with excitement!

With his current understanding of the Blood God Skill and his deep sensitivity to blood, he faintly discerned within each droplet of essence blood, the presence of Ninth Level warriors from the Fifth Realm, even the strongest at the Tenth Level!

There were also black dragons, burning Qilins, and glittering giant serpents!

"The blood vault guarded by Liu Fu has fallen!"

"Who was it? Who broke through Liu Fu’s seal and stole from the blood vault?"

"And who, managed to refine the essence blood from within the vault, bringing it before us?"

The Sword Spirit continued to screech strangely.

"No matter who it is, I will not miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!" Dong Tianze discarded the Bloodthirsty Blade and with his emaciated body, plunged into the blood.

Droplet by droplet, the essence blood merged with the sea like water, fusing with his body.

His cultivation realm, his bones and organs, and his understanding of the Blood God Skill, all advanced at a speed unimaginable to even himself.

The Bloodthirsty Blade, yearning to join and plunder that essence blood, nonetheless remained floating in mid-air, not daring to approach.

Being possessed of a Sword Spirit, it did not dare to act.

When Dong Tianze cast aside the blade mid-way, it understood that he intended to solely enjoy the blood source from the vault and had no intention of sharing the slightest bit with it.

Their constant companionship over these days made it aware of just how cold-blooded and merciless Dong Tianze could be.

If it dare not appreciate the grunt of its master, the Bloodthirsty Blade might still exist, but its existence as a Sword Spirit was far from guaranteed.

To this day, Dong Tianze had grown strong enough to possess the power to annihilate it.

Apart from submission and cooperation, it had no other way out.

"Alas, there’s no hope left."

"This madman, after obtaining the blood source from the blood vault, is likely uncontrollable by anyone."

"However, who is actually helping him? Even the blood vault guarded by Liu Fu was plundered, could Liu Fu have died?"

The Sword Spirit thought to itself in secret.

Within the Mysterious Fog, there was no concept of time, which could only be measured by special instruments.

The Sword Spirit, indifferent to time and lacking such devices, naturally didn’t know how much time had passed.

It only saw that when the last drop of essence blood merged into Dong Tianze’s body, the blood light also faded within his flesh.

Then, Dong Tianze opened his eyes, his eyes blood-red as he said, "Let’s leave the Mysterious Fog."

"To where?"

"Anywhere outside the Mysterious Fog will do."

"What will you do?"

"Ascend to godhood."

After the brief conversation, Dong Tianze soared outwards on his sword.

A long while later.

"Hiss!"

A deep blood-red sword light shot out from the Mysterious Fog and entered into existence in the Second Realm Void.

The Bloodthirsty Blade remained floating motionlessly while Dong Tianze sat down silently and began to activate the blood force within his body.

An array of brilliant clouds cascaded down, pulled by his power, and suddenly dived from the high skies of the First Realm, attracting the attention of many interested parties.

This cluster of clouds, a symbol of destiny, descended all the way until it reached above Dong Tianze’s head.

Dong Tianze’s crown acted as the most terrifying abyssal vortex between heaven and earth.

With formidable force, he drew in the destiny that other True Gods would need ages to refine and assimilate, pulling it into his mind in an instant.

An hour later.

Dong Tianze opened his eyes, licked the corner of his lips, stood up from the Bloodthirsty Blade, and declared, "It is done."

"Done? Just like that?" The Sword Spirit screeched in disbelief.

"Yes, just like Pang Jian, like Wu Yuan, I too have merged with a strand of destiny, forging my own Soul of the Blood God," Dong Tianze said, his face devoid of any pride or triumph.

As if becoming a True God was as simple as drinking water and eating food.

"Let’s go back."

He returned to the Mysterious Fog on his sword, to stabilize his cultivation and to seek Wu Yuan’s insight into the mysteries of True Gods.

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