The Purgatory Calamity
Chapter 722 - 684 Changes in the Remains of Heaven Phoenix_1

Chapter 722: Chapter 684 Changes in the Remains of Heaven Phoenix_1

True Dragon Palace.

"Liu Fu is dead. The blood repository created by the Human Race from collecting the blood of various races has been plundered. The blood of the Alien Tribes, including that of our Demon Race, has all vanished without a trace."

"We cannot find out who the perpetrator is at the moment."

"Yan Lie, who drove that Fragment Land, sank into the Fifth Realm and has not surfaced since."

"Not long ago, Yu Xin from the Heaven Clan and Dazzling Shadow from the Devil Scale Tribe both received news of Yan Lie, forbidding anyone from returning to the Fifth Realm at this time."

"A surge of fate flashed through the void outside the Absolute Sky Forbidden Land and was intercepted by a mysterious person."

"Li Wang, Pu Zhaotian, Su Wenrou, and others are still remaining in the Fifth Realm and have not emerged."

"There must be a shocking event about to happen in the Fifth Realm!"

"..."

A group of gray sparrows chirped incessantly in the spacious hall.

Long Xiao, who had taken on human form, sat alone in the high seat, his arm resting on the armrest as if he were lost in thought.

The vast True Dragon Palace should have been filled with many level nine dragons and numerous Demon Kings on both sides.

But now, it was only him and a group of gray sparrows.

Long Zhan, whom he had valued most, was dead, and Long Yan, the new generation of the Flame Dragon Clan, was also dead. Both level nine dragons had been successively slain by Pang Jian outside the Saint Spirit Continent.

The power of the Dragon Cave had never been so weak.

The "Poison Calamity" erupted in the Saint Spirit Continent, causing the tragic death of many from the Demon Race, while He, as the vanguard of the Alien Tribes, first struck against the Panshi Continent and then went to prevent Pu Zhaotian from ascending to True Godhood.

As a result, the girl from Thunder Cave Heavens was successfully rescued by Pu Zhaotian, who also managed to achieve Divine Enthronement.

After merging with the Heaven Forbidden, Pu Zhaotian’s combat power had increased terrifyingly. He had suffered severe injuries recently and had to retreat into the Dragon Cave, relying on it and the Saint Spirit Continent to heal his wounds.

The old Demon Kings began to question His capabilities, His choices.

There were also many Demon Kings and Great Demons who, whilst fearing His power didn’t say much, but in their hearts, they longed for Heaven Phoenix, longed for the old Mysterious Turtle who had always considered the future of the Demon Race.

"Should I leave?"

Long Xiao’s eyes showed confusion.

His interest waning, he waved his hand, and the group of gray sparrows responsible for reporting the news flew out of the True Dragon Palace through the windows.

Long Xiao looked up at the dome of the hall, at the clawing and slashing Flame Dragons, Thunder Dragons, Frost Giant Dragons, Five-clawed Golden Dragons, and watched True Dragons soar under the starry dome.

As if swimming through the endless starry sky.

The Group Dragons soaring among stars painted on the dome was Long Xiao’s vision of the grandeur that the Dragon Race should have. He lingered in Purgatory, unwilling to leave, because he wanted to create numerous Dragon Gods.

He wished to wait for the Dragon Cave to give birth to five, or even more, level ten Dragon Gods, so they could all together break through the Heaven Forbidden.

Since the Dragon Race is a significant branch of the Ancient Demon Clan, wouldn’t the emergence of many Dragon Gods be a signal of great rise for the Ancient Demon Clan?

Isn’t it a sign that the glory days of the Demon Race are coming?

Once the Dragon Race became powerful, it would naturally benefit the entire Demon Race, enabling more Demon Kings from Purgatory to ascend to Demon Godhood.

It’s just a matter of what comes first and what comes after, so why are those Demon Kings dissatisfied with Him?

Disheartened, Long Xiao wished to enter the depths of the Panshi Fragment Land and have a heartfelt talk with that reborn old Mysterious Turtle, and to ask what exactly He had done wrong.

Suddenly, He felt restless, sensing an inexplicable pressure from an unknown origin.

A power both familiar and foreign to Him was gathering somewhere He could not perceive.

This force seemed capable of threatening Him, capable of causing His death in the Purgatory World.

"Perhaps, it’s truly time for me to leave."

This Old Dragon, who had ruled over the Thunder God’s Path for ten thousand years, making those who practiced the Thunderbolt Spell unable to find their way, muttered uneasily to himself.

...

In the Northern Qi Fragment Land, and in some Fragment Lands where remnants of Heaven Phoenix bones had fallen, unnoticed changes were taking place.

In Insect Valley, Black Water Pool, Lake Heart Island, and other places, segments of giant Phoenix Bones that once glowed with divine light but later turned greyish-white were gradually turning black.

Demons active in the Fragment Lands noticed the color change of the Heaven Phoenix remnants but did not know the cause.

It wasn’t just the demons here; many warriors from the Alien Tribes of the Fifth Realm also noticed the color change in the Phoenix Bones within the Fragment Lands.

Without cause, the bones went from greyish-white to increasingly black.

...

The Sixth Realm.

After Pang Jian’s true body sank, the Black Dragon King waited in an alien land, where the Filthy Alien Power was even more vast and the forces of darkness more turbulent, silently awaiting transmissions from Pang Jian.

Suddenly, a mysterious dark force that He could not comprehend infused into His vast, winding dragon body.

Every scale on His body radiated a cold metallic luster, appearing even blacker and more rigid.

His Dragon Soul, surrounded by tangible dark forces, was forced to accept the dark laws, which with His current bloodline height he simply could not comprehend.

His Dragon Soul began to materialize!

Through Pang Jian, He knew that when confirming their rank, low-rank gods outside the world only experienced changes in their hearts.

For him, like all beings who relied on their bloodline for strength, this was the step for advancement.

His Dragon Heart, merged with a Filthy Essence, unleashed numerous latent bloodlines, empowering them. He also regained the memories he had lost, once again becoming the Black Dragon King who once roamed the Fifth Realm.

However, outside the heavens, He was merely a low-rank god.

The sign of a middle-level god was the forging of a materialized God Status, the embodiment of the soul with a divine form!

And now, He was propelled by the dark Alien Power of the Fifth Realm, starting the refinement of the God Status directly on the path of the middle-level god!

The Black Dragon King could not help but emit moved, deep roars.

He thought to himself, "If I had known that I could be so fortunate in the Fifth Realm of Purgatory, I should have sunk down before fighting with Long Xiao. Once I became a middle-level God with God Status, how could Long Xiao possibly be my opponent?"

"Darkness, accompanying the fifth, sixth, and the seventh realms of Purgatory!"

"Darkness is the eternal theme of the world below, and my bloodline is naturally branded with the mysteries of darkness. I should have been the darling of the world below!"

"I should have understood this earlier!"

The Black Dragon King was brimming with excitement.

...

In the Seventh Realm, Pang Jian arrived in his true form, feeling as if he were in a box without a copper token.

Extreme darkness, vast emptiness, and no energy he recognized.

Void, desolation, openness—these were his feelings about this world.

Unlike the situation in the box, the Seventh Realm was not cold, and there were no Alien Powers affecting his physical sensations.

He ignited a strand of flame at his fingertips and released a streak of lightning, but they could not illuminate the darkness.

The darkness swallowed up all light in an instant.

Using his Qi and Blood, he sensed no vital signs; even when he spread out his Divine Consciousness, he did not detect any magnetic fields of living souls nearby.

The Original Demon, Qi Xu, and perhaps Luo Hongyan, who might also be here, he had not made contact with after his arrival.

He wandered aimlessly.

At first, he could not see his limbs with his eyes and could only perceive them with his God Status.

In the fifth and sixth realms, however, he could see in the darkness.

Here there was no Filth Alien Power, no Metal, Wood, Water, Fire, Earth, Cold Ice, Thunder and Lightning, no light of the sun, moon, or stars, just pure darkness—and even this darkness had no energy.

It was merely darkness.

But in the Sixth Realm above, the darkness itself possessed energy, as did the Fifth Realm.

He roared through this place, perceiving with his God Status, trying to search for the Original Demon.

At one moment, his eyes suddenly gained the ability to see, allowing him to view his own limbs.

In the pure darkness of the Seventh Realm, his eyesight returned to normal, and he was astonished as he thoroughly examined himself, even subconsciously touching the copper token.

The copper token was normal, and his body had no strange changes; this left him unable to find a reason.

Since he discovered nothing, with no clue about the situation in the Seventh Realm, he also was not in a hurry to communicate with the Black Dragon King or to tell Hei about his current circumstances.

He continued to fly swiftly, continuing his aimless wandering.

...

Outside the Thunder Prison.

The Earth Palace, symbolizing Zimo’s exalted status and surrounded by numerous vast Soul Rivers, suddenly flew away from this Mysterious Fog area.

"Retreat."

Zimo’s voice came from the crystal tokens.

Listening, there seemed to be a hint of disappointment.

The God Spirits gathered near the Thunder Prison, having set up a net of heaven and earth, waiting for Pang Jian to appear, were stunned as they clutched their crystal tokens and began to leave in confusion.

"The Thunder Prison’s loyal Demon Gods not only had their identities exposed but also failed to force Pang Jian out."

Another voice from the Ghost Clan, resonating from the crystal tokens assigned to the various God Spirits, spoke on behalf of Zimo, "Since Pang Jian knows we’re lying in wait outside the Thunder Prison, he will surely hunker down within it and absolutely won’t come out."

The God Spirits were in an uproar and began cursing as they departed.

Before long, the God Spirits gathered due to Youkui’s demise and Zimo’s summons in the Mysterious Fog scattered in an uproar.

"Why aren’t you leaving?"

The Sun God, controlling the Divine Platform and about to depart with the radiance of the sun’s blazing fire, suddenly noticed that Han Yi’s Divine Platform had not moved.

He drew closer with a brilliant smile and said, "I’ve heard that you and Ying Yue are quite close. Could you possibly speak kindly of me to her? The sincerity of my feelings for Ying Yue is there for all the gods to see!"

Han Yi’s demeanor was cold as he replied, "When I see Her, I will mention your feelings."

The Sun God forced a smile, bowed stylishly, and said, "If Ying Yue accepts me because of your matchmaking, I will be greatly indebted to you!"

"I won’t disturb you any longer then."

The Sun God, recognizing Han Yi’s lack of interest in further conversation, added, "The Mysterious Fog has not been very peaceful recently; it’s best not to stay too long. I’ve heard that Pang Jian killed Youkui."

"Like us, Youkui was also a middle-level God, so it would be wise for you to be careful."

After giving a friendly reminder, the Sun God also withdrew from the outer area of the Thunder Prison.

...

Several hours later.

A figure radiating with rainbow light emerged through the Boundary Wall of the Thunder Prison and appeared right at Fan Di’s remains.

Han Yi suddenly felt a premonition and hurriedly flew away.

...

Elsewhere deep within the Mysterious Fog, Yang Luo, with the body of a spider and a human face, was not in a hurry to leave either.

This cold-hearted God Spirit, who had pledged loyalty to Luo Hongyan in Purgatory and once severely wounded Pang Jian in the Mysterious Fog, was covertly paying attention to Han Yi, observing His expressions and movements, watching His worries and troubles.

"There must be a ghost in the picture."

Yang Luo sneered coldly.

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