The Purgatory Calamity
Chapter 772 - 734 Yuan Yi’s Purpose_1

Chapter 772: Chapter 734 Yuan Yi’s Purpose_1

"Eh!"

Haiwei’s eyes were filled with wonder, and her beautiful face was written with surprise, as if she hadn’t expected Pang Jian’s body to undergo such a transformation.

"Whoosh! Whoosh whoosh!"

The fierce sunlight, the clear and gentle moonlight, as well as the brilliant starlight, along with the Netherworld Realm’s nature’s spiritual energy, infused into Pang Jian’s towering Seven-colored Divine Body.

His gigantic divine body, absorbing light and heat, was devouring the power of the stars and the moon.

There were many laws of Spiritual Energy, invisible to the naked eye but perceptible to the gods, that filled Pang Jian’s body like veins, resonating with the inherent laws of this world.

In this form, Pang Jian made them feel alienated, and it also caused them unease and apprehension.

Haiwei forgot what she was supposed to do as she held onto her Realm God Card, she asked softly, "Elder Yuan, do you feel it? He is different from us, different from all the beings in the Netherworld Prison!"

The Realm God known as Elder Yuan was still using Fan Di’s skeletal body.

That skeleton suddenly underwent a drastic change!

Strands of Qi and Blood burst forth from the stark white bones, erupting with vigorous life force, rapidly forming flesh, blood vessels, organs, and viscera!

In just a few breaths’ time, Fan Di was as if reborn after death!

He still maintained the shape of a lion or tiger, with broad and massive wings, and even within his Bloodline, within the depths of his skeleton, pulsed dazzling Thunderous Lightning!

In his brain, inside his shiny silver pupils, there was also a surfeit of lightning!

Pang Jian looked over sharply and exclaimed, "Fan Di!"

With blood and flesh, with a soul and a heartbeat, the Fan Di before him was like resurrected anew, still the Demon Race Thunder God who wandered the Misty Sea.

"My name is Yuan Yi, not Fan Di."

The old generation Realm God, who had been concealed until now but showed part of his power at this moment, smiled with Fan Di’s visage of the Ancient Demon Clan and said, "In terms of understanding the power of life, even the Sovereign known as God Luo may not be stronger than me."

"Utilizing some power to have Fan Di’s skeleton grow flesh again is really nothing noteworthy."

"Pang Jian, the World Tree that exists in your Purgatory, if it could grow to the twelfth level, would be the treasure I’ve dreamt of obtaining."

Yuan Yi finally no longer concealed his covetousness.

"Fan Di was a Demon Race Thunder God, and as it happens, I need a powerful Thunder God’s body to seek some counsel from Long Di in the Netherworld Prison. To kill him, to seize his flesh and bones, to snatch away the secrets of the Thunderbolt he comprehended, was all just to deal with Long Di."

"Those Nether Race beings living in the Netherworld Prison, you can regard them as an enhanced version of the Ghost Clan, they are also afraid of Thunder and Lightning."

"The Thunder Pond in your possession, could you possibly bring it over from Purgatory? It’d be nice to see if applying the Thunder Pond on Long Di would yield effective results."

Yuan Yi rarely said so much.

"Elder Yuan!"

"So it was Elder Yuan who came!"

"Elder Yuan, is Pang Jian here in Purgatory at your invitation?"

Many nearby God Spirits gathered around.

Because of the death of that warrior from the Giant Spirit Race, the Heaven Clan, Ghost Clan, and Yao Clan hurriedly hid behind Yuan Yi’s Demon Race body.

Once the Ghost Clan elder arrived, she said, "Elder Yuan, back when Thunder God was around, the Nether Tribe was quite docile. We all know it’s not just our Ghost Clan that fears the Thunder God, the Nether Tribe does too."

"After all, our Ghost Clan’s understanding of the soul originates from the Nether Tribe."

"Elder Yuan, was this guy relying on that Thunder Pond to kill Youkui?"

Her sinister and malicious eyes, still eyeing Pang Jian while talking to Yuan Yi, she added, "Zimo can’t control our fellow clan God Spirits in Mysterious Fog, but for Pang Jian, They offered quite a generous reward, tempting even me."

Yuan Yi indifferently replied, "Since you’re tempted, then you might as well go over and kill him."

"Certainly not!" The Ghost Clan elder named Lv Yan, with a forced laugh, shook her head and shrank back behind Yuan Yi.

"Pang Jian, could you hand over the Thunder Pond to me?" Yuan Yi asked again, pressing for an answer.

Finally realizing what He had been so surreptitiously plotting, Pang Jian instantly gathered himself and reverted to his original form.

"Elder Yuan, my purpose in entering the Netherworld Prison was as an observer. I am merely a witness to the Nether Tribe’s invasion and retribution, not a participant."

"Giving you the Thunder Pond would make me a participant, which goes against my initial intentions."

Pang Jian tactfully refused.

"I told you my true name and let this skeleton grow flesh and blood just to offer you a choice." Yuan Yi, with his ancient Demon Race face of Fan Di, spoke with unsettling calmness, "In our eyes, in this war, there are no mere witnesses."

"Either join us in hunting the Nether Tribe members and annihilate those Netherworld Gods,"

"Or, you stand with the Nether Gods and turn against us."

"Before I step onto the land below, I hope you’ve made the right choice. Otherwise, what happens in the Netherworld Realm will happen in Purgatory as well."

"And you, Pang Jian, will be the chief culprit."

After a few threatening remarks, Yuan Yi slowly descended toward the deep sea below.

"Boom!"

"Boom! Boom!"

The captured Nether Race Warriors on the continents and Fragment Lands began to explode one after another, dying violently.

Streams of crimson Qi and Blood, bursting with rich vitality and power, flew out from the corpses of the Nether Race Warriors and poured into Yuan Yi’s ancient Demon Race body.

After the death of the Giant Spirit Race God Spirit, the torrent of Qi and Blood within Him also surged toward Him as He descended.

His aura skyrocketed incessantly, getting stronger with each passing second.

"Elder Yuan, are you intending to directly enter the lower continent?"

"That’s not what our plan was!"

"Elder Yuan!"

The Low-rank Gods beckoned by many Realm Gods looked up at Him with eyes full of reverence and admiration.

"Pang Jian, Elder Yuan has pointed out a way for you to live, don’t be ungrateful." The Yao Clan God Spirit with a full beard spoke coldly, "The powers within Purgatory aren’t as formidable as those in the Netherworld Prison. If the Netherworld Prison falls, Purgatory, after allowing Gods to enter, will only succumb even faster!"

In response, Pang Jian frowned and remained silent, just quietly watching Yuan Yi.

In this moment, Yuan Yi felt very much like Dong Tianze, the so-called "Blood God." Adorned with the body of Fan Di, He kept absorbing Qi and Blood, allowing the Demon body of Fan Di to gradually swell.

The formidable power emanating from within Yuan Yi, initially on par with the dead Giant Spirit Race God Spirit, soon surpassed Him in a short time.

Before long, Yuan Yi’s Divine Body’s Godhood rank should reach the lofty height of a Middle-level God.

He continued to sink, still absorbing the Qi and Blood of the Nether Tribe’s people, and kept on growing His power insanely.

"Never hand over the Thunder Pond to anyone else."

A woman’s voice suddenly echoed in Pang Jian’s mind.

Pang Jian looked down, his gaze piercing through innumerable spans of space in an instant, reaching a secluded valley in some land under the deep sea.

In the valley, there was a silent, gigantic golden beehive, and atop the beehive stood a Nether Tribe woman.

She looked up at the void, her gaze meeting Pang Jian’s, as they watched each other.

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