The Purgatory Calamity
Chapter 785 - 747: The Peculiar Gown

Chapter 785: Chapter 747: The Peculiar Gown

"Robe?"

Jiang Fan’s imperial crown and beaded curtains had long ceased to exist. He was secretly sensing the aura dissipating from that pitch-black "curtain cloth," feeling as if he was gaining insight into the numerous demon realms beyond the heavens.

Billions of malevolent and vile thoughts transformed into countless torrents of spiritual energy, seeking to penetrate his Spirit Sea of Consciousness via his exploring consciousness.

Jiang Fan’s gaze suddenly shattered, and a vacant expression appeared on his face.

In his daze, he saw ancient Demon Gods of all shapes and sizes, towering thousands of feet tall, carrying evil Demon Instruments as big as mountains, talking and laughing while striding boldly towards him.

Just one glance at the troop formed by multiple ancient Demon Gods and he was mentally shattered, his spirit immediately overrun.

He knew not the world around him, nor who he was; he only wished to become part of that grand troop, to turn into one of the lesser Demon Gods.

This power was indoctrinating all beings into demons!

Just as Jiang Fan’s spirit was on the verge of collapse, on the brink of forsaking all he had to pursue the way of the demon and become one of them, Pang Jian spoke, "Yes, it’s a robe."

The dense miasma veiling Jiang Fan’s heart cleared abruptly, his bewildered soul clarified by that sentence.

"Whew!"

Jiang Fan let out a long sigh.

Without realizing it, he had broken out in a sweat, the dampness he felt was ice cold.

Just like his chilled state of mind at that moment.

"Who does it belong to?" Jiang Fan asked, suppressing the fear within.

After a brief hesitation, Pang Jian answered, "A fallen Sovereign."

"The Black Phoenix from the Seventh Realm?" Jiang Fan exclaimed.

Pang Jian shook his head.

Jiang Fan’s shock intensified. Seeing that Pang Jian didn’t elaborate, he continued, "You and your apprentice, one has merged with Purgatory’s ’Heaven Forbidden,’ and the other has directly refined the Sky Curtain of the Fifth Realm."

"With Sword Tower in Purgatory, it truly is a blessing for the Human Race."

Without further delay, he transformed into an indescribably noble imperial aura and soared into the sky, determined to set aside the strife in the Divine Country and, like Zhu Ji, launch an assault on the next realm.

"Pang Jian!"

Su Wenrou came rushing over, her skirt fluttering.

Pu Zhaotian and Yin Ji walked arm in arm, their demeanor relaxed and comfortable, yet their eyes also revealed surprise as they approached.

And at this moment, that pitch-black robe, originally belonging to the Mo Tian Overlord and later acquired by the Black Phoenix, finally shrank to a size that Pang Jian could wear.

Clutching the pitch-black robe, Pang Jian saw one ancient demon script after another.

He Motian, Fahua, Ti Wei, Luan Ji, Qing He, You Jin...

Suddenly, he recognized every ancient demon character. His gaze fell on one that represented a Demon God, and he could even faintly sense the Demon God’s location.

Ancient demon scripts represented the true names of Demon Gods, and the robe could see through every Demon God that left their true name!

"He Motian!"

With one hand holding the robe and the other caressing the character symbolizing He Motian’s true name, he concentrated his Divine Consciousness to perceive.

In the endless starry sky, he noticed multiple He Motians!

In a majestic city, within the depths of the most luxurious palace, a brawny man from the Demon Clan lay with his head raised in a boiling Demon Pool, attentively served by some fox women and young girls from the Heaven Clan.

He savored the fruits presented by the young girls with closed eyes, his mind wandering beyond the tangible, while a seductive demon woman gyrated on top of him.

He was wholly indulging in life’s pleasures; he was one of the He Motians.

In a towering Demon Palace, another He Motian with three heads and six arms sat with proper posture, worshipped by the throng of strong warriors from the Demon Clan below.

He wore a solemn and dignified expression, speaking without frivolity, expounding on the truths of the Demon Path.

This one too, was He Motian.

Outside the Mysterious Fog, in the Star River, another vast He Motian tens of thousands of feet in breadth was conversing with several Demon Gods and numerous Low-rank Gods, informing them of a change in Purgatory.

This was also a part of He Motian.

Purgatory, the Xuan You Continent of the Third Realm.

A robust Bull Demon Tribe Warrior sat cross-legged in the center of an Altar of Praying to God. Gradually, He Motian’s Demon Soul began to emerge in his mind.

Towering Demon Element Power converged and enveloped He Motian’s Demon Soul. Like a formidable demon, it completely swallowed the Bull Demon Tribe Warrior’s original Demon Soul.

The warrior’s memories and conscious thoughts all became insignificant speculations of He Motian.

Numerous He Motians scattered across different worlds, some indulging in the pleasures of life, some spreading the teachings of the Fahua, while others comprehended the profound Demon Path Truths.

The Great Demon God could indeed manifest in myriad forms, retaining several main bodies and being active in different worlds.

With different images and forms, appearing and disappearing in various Demon Realms, this seemed to also be a method of cultivation for He Motian.

"He Motian!"

The voice of Zhu Ji suddenly rang out.

At the location of the possessed Bull Demon Tribe Warrior, He Motian’s ritual of descent was not yet complete when Zhu Ji had already precisely located Him.

"Since You dare to come, then die for me."

An extremely fierce power engulfed the area where the Bull Demon Tribe Warrior was located, filling that part of the world.

And this was the last thing Pang Jian felt.

He was sure that He Motian, who attempted to appear in Purgatory using a Secret Skill, would not escape Zhu Ji’s pursuit and would soon have that Demon Soul wiped out.

Indeed, the He Motian above the Misty Sea let out a muffled groan and then angrily said, "Zhu Ji has reached a breakthrough!"

...

Pang Jian’s Divine Consciousness moved away from the three ancient demon scripts representing He Motian and no longer paid attention to Him.

"Fahua!"

He caressed the other two ancient demon scripts, trying to focus his Divine Consciousness to perceive and take a closer look at the current state of the Netherworld Prison.

Soon, he sensed several Fahua.

A look of astonishment appeared on his face, his expression incredibly odd.

By then, Su Wenrou had arrived. Seeing his strange demeanor, she asked, "Pang Jian, is the robe in your hands the Sky Curtain that separates the Fifth Realm from the Fourth Realm?"

"Hmm," Pang Jian responded absentmindedly.

"You?" Su Wenrou gasped, covering her mouth, and upon seeing Pu Zhaotian and Yin Ji arrive, she asked again, "What do the ancient demon scripts you’re touching represent?"

"A Great Demon God that is neither male nor female." Pang Jian first frowned, then explained, "His name is Fahua, He is also a Realm God, and His most important Demon Body fights using a male identity in the Netherworld Prison."

"He has three other bodies, all of which are female members of the Demon Clan, uh..."

Pang Jian, unsure of how to continue, bit the bullet and said, "Anyway, the Demon Soul is definitely His!"

Through the Supreme Demonic Artifact left by Mo Tian, he saw the other three Fahua: a Demon Clan young girl mingling among older Demon Clan men, seemingly quite fond of old men.

The beautiful Demon Clan woman found her greatest joy in toying with the emotions of naive young Demon Clan boys.

The androgynous Demon Woman associated with people of the same gender.

But Fahua’s true form was clearly that of a vigorous and strong Demon Clan man, radiating an overwhelmingly masculine aura.

Yet He chose to separate into three Demon Souls, reincarnating as three female members of the Demon Clan of different ages, finding pleasure in mature men, boys, and Demon Women of the same gender.

The magical robe left by Mo Tian opened Pang Jian’s eyes to a whole new world, revealing a side of Fahua unknown to others.

This also resulted in Fahua’s true form, currently residing in the Netherworld Prison, being the last one he chose to perceive.

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