The Purgatory Calamity
Chapter 776 - 738 Realm God Bai Zi

Chapter 776: Chapter 738 Realm God Bai Zi

"Ancient Demon Clan, High God!"

Pang Jian’s heart trembled greatly, never having expected that the elder Realm God Yuan Yi would actually be of Ancient Demon Clan origin.

Being of the same Ancient Demon Clan, Fan Di hailed from the Ancient Demon World within the starry skies, while He was from the Ancient Demon Clan within the Misty Sea World, both seemingly having the same source.

Yet He actually killed Fan Di!

Looking down at Yuan Yi’s monster body, which resembled a tract of land, Pang Jian’s complexion turned cold, feeling that this Ancient Demon Clan’s Realm God was indeed too detestable.

"Later, find an opportunity to leave as soon as possible. I can’t help you much," the female member of the Nether Tribe said again while he was deep in thought.

Pang Jian responded with spiritual voice, "You’d better worry more about your own safety."

"Summer insects cannot speak of ice!" the woman showed a fierce look.

Just at that moment.

"Bai Zi has shown up!"

The earlier submerged Fahua, who was not far from Yuan Yi’s monstrous form, suddenly released flags, flying towards that female member of the Nether Tribe.

Fahua laughed and said, "Bai Zi, we are all Realm Gods, and since you and Long Di have always been incompatible, do you really want to help Long Di?"

"I’m not helping Long Di, but the warriors of our Nether Tribe," said the Ming Prison Realm God named Bai Zi, no longer persuading Pang Jian needlessly, and calmly stated, "Words are useless. Fahua, you will die in the Netherworld Prison."

"All of you who have come will die in the Netherworld Prison, no one can save you."

This Ming Prison Realm God, who stepped on a golden bee insect and wore a deep green dress, took out an emerald staff from her sleeve and said, "Our Netherworld Prison is a realm that even Sovereigns have difficulty conquering, let alone you?"

"Soul Burial Abyss!"

She gently tapped a blank space in the void with the "Soul-Burying Staff" in her hand.

A point of green gleaming light suddenly appeared.

No sooner had the glimmering light formed than it spread outward with an unpredictable scale, transforming into a sea of deep green light in a short time.

A magnetic force that twisted the souls of all beings suddenly emerged from that sea of green light.

"Huff! Huff, huff!"

All the Divine Spirits close to that area, as well as the lost Ghosts of the Dead that had gathered on them, uncontrollably entered the "Soul Burial Abyss" mentioned by Bai Zi.

Including the fahua flags, clusters of demon souls, and every single evil Demonic Eye.

Bai Zi stood above the sea of green light, her dress of the same color as the light sea shimmering with mysterious light ripples at the hem.

"Fahua, although we are all High Gods, you are now in the Netherworld Prison."

"In the Netherworld Prison, in our realm, you fighting against me, a fellow High God, what can you use to win against me?"

Bai Zi spoke with an indifferent and gentle voice.

The golden bee insect under her feet was also continuously adjusting its direction, staring with its golden compound eyes at several Low-rank Gods.

"Puff!"

Those Low-rank Gods who were stared at by the golden bee insect would soon have their spiritual souls torn apart, turning into more streaks of light that entered the green light sea called "Soul Burial Abyss."

The "Soul Burial Abyss" was still expanding, and it suddenly began to move.

Any Divine Spirit who dared approach that sea of green light, or was targeted by Bai Zi and the "Ming Prison Soul Bees," could not escape.

In a blink, more than a dozen Divine Spirits, along with the Ghosts of the Dead they carried, merged into the "Soul Burial Abyss," making the green hues on Bai Zi’s robe even more vibrant.

"The Nether Tribe’s High God Bai Zi is indeed extraordinary," Haiwei murmured to herself in amazement.

She then flew a great distance up into the void, far away from the moving sea of light, and said with a hint of shame, "Even if I became a High God, I wouldn’t be Her match. It’s better to hide far away from the troubles I cannot provoke."

She certainly knew her place.

"Spiritual soul secret skills, and..." Pang Jian narrowed his eyes, taking note that the divine consciousness of nearby Divine Spirits was also being pulled into that sea known as the "Soul Burial Abyss."

Bai Zi, holding a staff and employing secret skills, demonstrated astonishing combat power, which shocked Pang Jian.

Furthermore, he noticed a distinct difference between Bai Zi and the Nether Tribe clan members above on the lands and Fragment Lands.

According to the information he had gathered along the way, the Nether Tribe’s natural physique was weaker like that of the Human Race, with the exception of an intensely strong soul magnetic field, which made the cultivation of any spiritual soul secret skills exceptionally effective.

For this reason, Nether Tribe warriors focused on the tempering and cultivation of the spiritual soul rather than the body.

The clan members of the Nether Tribe who lived indulgently above, all had not ordinary fluctuations of spiritual power and harbored various types of forces, yet peculiarly, each had a relatively weak physical vitality.

This was akin to the situation of Human Race cultivators in Purgatory.

Following the Marrow Cleansing Realm, Human Race cultivators often no longer emphasized the forging of the body but instead focused on the power of the spiritual soul and rapid promotion of realms.

From the Hollow Profound Realm on, all subsequent realms revolved around the crafting of the spiritual soul.

Those Nether Tribe clan members he had encountered previously were all with weak physical bodies, yet their divine consciousness within their spiritual souls was extremely refined and pure.

Bai Zi was different.

This Realm God of the Netherworld Prison, whose body seemed slender and frail, actually erupted with an overwhelming surge of Qi and Blood when using her staff to perform secret skills!

She lacked innate powerful bloodlines due to racial limitations on her natural weak physique, yet Her body had been forged so strong!

Pang Jian had a feeling that Bai Zi’s fleshly body was in no way inferior to his True Body in Purgatory.

Perhaps, it was even stronger by many measures.

"Make way."

"Everyone, make way."

"I’ll take over."

As Pang Jian pondered, A Ta, the Cyclops, thundered into the vicinity of the Soul Burial Abyss and directly sank into the deep green sea of light.

As a Cyclops, a powerful giant from the Giant Spirit Race, A Ta’s courage was commendable!

In the sea of deep green light where A Ta had sunk, suddenly, rust, gold sand, silver flakes, and a sheen of copper—mixed with A Ta’s Divine Consciousness—rippled out.

The magnetic field of the Soul Burial Abyss, which drew in the souls of nearby beings and devoured Divine Consciousness, also vanished abruptly.

"Bai Zi, this special domain you created is useless against me."

A Ta’s divine body, towering like a giant iron tower, emerged from the deep green sea of light, section by section growing taller until it reached a towering height of tens of thousands of feet.

Under the radiance of the stars and moon, A Ta’s divine body was grand and vast, its surface shimmering with the mysteries of gold iron.

Gazing at His Divine Body was like beholding a Divine Mountain of gold iron; He was like a God Spirit of gold iron born in ancient times, unshakable by any force.

It seemed as though no power could shatter His Divine Body of gold iron, causing Him to fall in the Netherworld Prison.

"Bai Zi, you are a High God, and so am I!"

This ancient God Spirit from the Giant Spirit Race, long renowned in the Misty Sea, now stood proudly by the Soul Burial Abyss, beginning to invoke the Great Tao Laws He mastered.

"Gold-Iron Convergence!"

He called out with an outstretched arm.

From the heavens, chunks of land and fragmented land, with gold, silver, copper, and iron flowing like raging torrents, came forth.

This included Divine Artifacts and countless artifacts not up to the level of Divine Artifacts, all controlled by A Ta’s power, flying like meteors toward where His body was.

"That’s enough!"

A Ta stopped them with a grim smile.

In a very short time, the region of the Soul Burial Abyss where He stood was filled with countless objects of gold iron.

Small objects like gold mines and iron shovels, or large ones like gold iron city walls and castles, and even smaller grains of sand, all appeared in the Soul Burial Abyss.

The Divine Skills of Bai Zi, the Netherworld God of the Netherworld Prison Realm, were forcibly unraveled by A Ta in this manner, making it difficult to affect the souls of other beings.

"A Ta, I owe you a great debt!"

Yuan Yi’s deep voice came from the landscape of void He enveloped.

Those clusters of colorful blood clouds, like the cataclysmic storms that presage the apocalypse, descended upon the land below, hurtling toward the targets He had locked on.

Pang Jian’s attention shifted accordingly.

Beyond Yuan Yi’s enormous body, through the gaps in some colorful blood clouds, he could see mountain ranges and lakes, majestic cities and nations, and traces of advanced Wisdom Races frequenting the expanse of ocean below.

The civilization of the Nether Tribe was much older than the history of the Human Race.

The Netherworld Prison was one of the earliest "prison" worlds to emerge in the Mysterious Fog; most of its creatures had been dominant forces in the Misty Sea for the majority of time.

Under the invasion of external enemies, and with insects dying in droves and the silver beehives being destroyed one by one,

As numerous Realm Gods were now calling upon those Low-rank Gods to enter the Netherworld Prison and start a massacre,

Having already breached the threshold of their home, would the leader worshipped by the Nether Gods—Long Di—simply allow Yuan Yi to run rampant?

"Long Di!"

Yuan Yi roared angrily.

Clusters of blood clouds filled with intense and bloody scents roiled in the midair of that land, suddenly transforming into beams of blood light that shot towards deep mountains, lake beds, and cities like steel behemoths.

God Shadows unseen by Pang Jian were struck by the blood light and fell on the spot, their Spiritual Souls shattering instantly.

Then, familiar crystalline glimmers rushed through the sky, sweeping blood light towards a mysterious Ghoul Hole in the continent leading to its core.

These crystalline glimmers were the fortunes from the Netherworld Prison!

After the fall of each Netherworld God, these fortunes from the Netherworld Prison ceiling—the Heaven Forbidden—did not follow the trajectory of heaven’s will to return to the Heaven Forbidden but were instead forcibly redirected by some power.

"Long Di! Are you just going to watch your loyal Nether Gods die?"

"You are the leader of this world, older than us all, and you are also a High God! Long Di, just how long will you keep hiding?!"

The Great Demon God Fa Jie also roared in rage.

"Fortune! Long Di is gathering fortune! Just like Luo Hongyan in the Fifth Layer of Purgatory, forcibly changing the Purgatory Laws, snatching away fortunes like that!" Pang Jian’s heart trembled.

He did not really understand Long Di but had only heard of this Netherworld God Leader’s fame, sensing even the Stone Eaters were quite wary of Him.

Such an ancient and powerful High God, especially in His own domain of the Netherworld Prison, could not possibly be so timid indefinitely.

He would certainly demonstrate His strong and powerful methods.

Was gathering fortunes not His own and directing more fortunes towards Himself the key maneuver for Long Di to rapidly grow in strength and deal with the invaders at hand?

"Long Di!"

Lastly, a long howl came from Bai Zi, the Realm God of this world, also calling out to Him.

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