The Purgatory Calamity
Chapter 787 - 749: The Power of the Demonic Robe

Chapter 787: Chapter 749: The Power of the Demonic Robe

When the robe was upon him, Pang Jian immediately felt an indescribable heavy force, like a mountain pressing on his back.

Those were thirty-six Demon Realms!

They were also the legacy of five Great Demon Gods who left their true names behind, eighteen Middle-level Gods of the Demon Clan, and the faith of countless Demon Clan beings!

The vast and boundless space of the Outer Star River actually echoed with these thirty-six Demon Realms and the robe!

Pang Jian could harness the surging Demon Element Power and the faith of the billions of Demon Clan beings through the robe!

Donning the robe, it was as if he was to shoulder a certain mission.

He could deviate from the Great Tao of Demon Sky, he did not need to always act from the heart, he could afford not to be utterly selfish.

However, he must view himself as one of the Demon Gods!

In other words, he would strive for the power and greatness of the Demon Clan and Demon Gods!

A Dominion-class Demon Instrument, bearing too much weight; to use the supreme power it offered, one must carry certain burdens.

If he was willing to bear them, then he could freely command the evil thoughts and wicked intentions of the billions of beings in those thirty-six Demon Realms.

If he was willing, he could also arbitrarily seize the boundless Demon Element Power within the thirty-six Demon Realms.

The Great Demon Gods, who left their true names, and a group of Middle-level Gods who were still in existence, he could also mobilize some of their power and enhance himself through the robe.

He Motian, Fahua, these kinds of Great Demon Gods would all be subject to him!

The mysterious space of the Misty Sea, home to some powerful ancient demons, he could also use the robe to gather their power.

Not to mention other abilities of the robe, just these alone, how strong would they be?

If he truly took on this towering Demonic Energy, and if indeed he could bear it, his combat power would soar in an instant!

The Giant Ape, and Long Di from the Netherworld Prison, might not be without a chance to fight!

"Huff! Huff!"

Pang Jian’s breathing became a bit rapid, with thoughts sprouting in his mind only to be forcefully extinguished by him.

"Wear the Demonic Robe, bear the Demon Thought, serve Demon with body, merge Spiritual Soul with the Demon Path."

The vast evil thoughts and wicked intentions within the robe, turned into a mighty Demon Thought, repeating these words over and over.

In the shadows, it was as if countless powerful Demon Gods were trying to convince him to pursue the ultimate truths of the Demon Path.

He just had to nod, just had to open his heart, and he could instantly become a True Demon!

This was the second time he had encountered such a potent temptation!

In that demonic spirit, the first time he had tenaciously held onto his core, but this time the assault came even more ferocious and terrifying, threatening to overwhelm his inner spiritual intelligence in an instant.

In the sea of his soul within his mind.

Billions of Demon Thoughts, not his own, formed into a mass of greenish-black smoke clouds, fluttering above the deep sea formed by his Divine Consciousness, becoming another dreadful "Sky Curtain."

His crystal-clear God Status stood tall like a Divine Mountain in the sea, with the Immortal Primordial Spirit within it steadfastly guarding his undying spiritual intelligence.

"Bear the Demon Thought!"

"Serve Demon with body!"

"Merge Spiritual Soul with the Demon Path."

The mighty Demon Sound thundered incessantly in this sea of souls.

One after another, bizarre and mysterious Demon Realms were established within the greenish-black smoke clouds, with many majestic and ancient Demon Gods manifesting their true forms within the Demon Realms.

They laughed unrestrainedly, as if gazing at Pang Jian’s Spiritual Soul from different Demonic Realm Worlds.

The truths of the Demon Path they had pondered for ten thousand years, transformed into clusters of flames, streaks of lightning, mysterious runes and patterns, trying to imprint themselves onto Pang Jian’s God Status.

If Pang Jian was willing to accept, allowing these profound argumentations of the Demon Path to merge with his God Status, his God Spirit level would instantly break through.

From Middle-level God to High God, it was just one step away.

The price to pay was to discard everything he had, to from now on devote himself solely to Demon, no longer clinging to anything else.

He had once refused this.

But this time, having experienced the shattering of the Immortal Primordial Spirit and being gravely injured by that ferocious Old Ape, he was in a state of resentment, and the burning desire within his heart was gradually overpowering his reason as he saw a stronger power within reach.

Reason told him his Tao was not the Demon Path.

He could steadly, with his current Tao which was more suited for him, ascend to the position of High God and seek even greater power and God Spirit level in the future.

Yet desire tormented him, tempting him, urging him to immediately obtain the power of High God.

Then with the power of High God, wield this treasured instrument of the Demon Path and control numerous Demon Realms and Great Demon Gods, to join in on the war in the Netherworld Prison and seek revenge against the Old Ape.

Inside Purgatory, with the power of High God and the robe left by Demon Sky, he could even compete with the two Sovereigns.

Especially that Black Phoenix!

From the robe, he sensed endless hatred.

The Mo Tian Overlord was killed by the Black Phoenix, and this robe was also seized by the Black Phoenix, cast above to become a Sky Curtain, splitting the Purgatory World into two distinct worlds.

The relic of the Sovereign, bearing a deep and abiding grudge, had not faded for ten thousand years.

Regarding the death of the Black Phoenix, the robe, Luo Hongyan, and the Original Demon had a common goal.

"Bear the Demon Thought, become Demon!"

The demon desire in Pang Jian’s heart grew stronger and stronger.

In the sea of Divine Consciousness in his mind and the greenish-black Demon Sky above, slowly they were about to merge; the sky and the sea were about to become one.

Sky, Sea, once they truly converged, it signified that Pang Jian had accepted the heavy responsibility of reviving the Demon Tao.

"Lord Demon Sky is dead."

"This Sovereign, born from the Misty Sea, was killed by the Black Phoenix during their fierce battle."

"In the end, He, Lord Demon Sky, was still a failure."

"Can Demon Tao truly be revived through a failure? Completely falling into the Demon Tao, even becoming the master of this path, can one truly turn everything around?"

Other strands of lucid thoughts, like sparks of stars, flickered in Pang Jian’s Sea of Souls.

Those were specks of golden light.

They seemed like the undying Soul Fires of the Primordial Spirit, belonging to Pang Jian, scattered within the mysterious Sea of Souls in the Netherworld Prison.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

He then heard the sound of flowing water.

The deep sea formed by his Divine Consciousness, the origin within his God Status, became clearer and purer with the sound of flowing water.

The cloud of smoke formed by billions of Demon Thoughts, the thirty-six Demon Realm Cave Heavens created within that smoke, started to slowly fade away due to the firmness of his heart and because his desires no longer twisted and deceived him.

He had once again safeguarded his heart!

"Pang Jian? Is that you? Where... where are you?"

The voice of the Source Demon suddenly echoed in his perception, startling him as if an enlightening truth had dawned upon him.

He suddenly woke up, realising that he had once again passed through a "Demonic Tribulation," withstanding the seductive calls of ten thousand demons.

He, draped in the Demonic Robe, took a few breaths, and after a moment of daze, abruptly saw a scene unfold before him.

In the depths of a snowy Demon Realm, the astonishingly handsome Source Demon lay in his own pool of blood.

His Demon Blood was coagulating; He still held that dark golden Divine Sword with nine lanterns floating above his head.

The nine lanterns, burning with Demon Souls as fuel, each had a wick that was a slender shadow of a demon.

"A Yuan, you are destined to die here."

A gaunt Demon God, wielding a white bone spear, approached the Source Demon unhurriedly, speaking, "Don’t blame me; we need another Sovereign to emerge."

"This Sovereign must be born from the Star River heavens and earth, not the depths of the Misty Sea."

"Lord Demon Sky has fallen too long ago. Since He is dead, it proves that the Demon Tao He upheld could not lead our clan to a higher level."

"Master Shi represents the bright future of our clan, His all-encompassing Demon Tao is much more powerful."

"A Yuan, you knew all along; we are all part of Him. I am willing to merge into Him, willing to become the cornerstone for the great rise of the Demon Tao, and I must correct your defiance."

One of the nine avatars, another external body of the Original Demon, aimed the white bone spear at the forehead of the Source Demon.

The spear ignited with a ghastly white flame, cold and piercing to the bone.

"Pang Jian!"

The gravely injured, dying Source Demon let out a hysterical wail.

The sound was mournful and piercing, causing many Demon Gods to frown.

Aside from the gaunt Demon God with the white bone spear, nine demon shadows suddenly appeared in the center of the nine lanterns.

Their eyes, like the candle flames, looked coldly at the stubborn Source Demon, mocking and ridiculing with disdain.

"Pang Jian? Is that the one you mentioned, the little Human Race kid from the Purgatory World? A Yuan, being one of Master Shi’s bodies, are you still so obsessed with a Human Race kid?"

"Just a Human Race, you think of him even at death? What exactly are you thinking?"

"A Yuan, you have failed because you almost forgot who you are; you have stayed in Purgatory too long, your demonic nature nearly obliterated."

"A Yuan, just accept your fate."

The nine Demon Gods in the wicks, from different Demonic Realm Worlds, observed the Source Demon from afar, rallying their Demonic Energy to seal the void, suppressing the vast Demonic Energy reviving within the Source Demon’s body.

"It’s me."

An unfamiliar voice arose in this Demon Realm and sounded across nine other strange and secret places within the Demon Realms.

An ancient castle, a secluded valley filled with demon howls, a cave that had disappeared for ten thousand years.

A Demon Stone frozen for ninety thousand years, a dusty, withered bone, a Celestial Bird soaring in the dim starry sky without flesh.

The mummified corpse of a Black Warrior, a cluster of cracked Demon God statues, a Demon Woman dancing alone amidst thousands of nobles.

Nine Demon Realms, nine different areas, nine hidden Demon Gods with buried identities, all heard this extremely unfamiliar Demon Sound.

The next moment, nine middle-level God class Demon Gods could no longer gaze at the Source Demon through the wicks; they were unable to participate in this internal battle among avatars of the Original Demon, and all nine Demon Lamps went out one by one.

The Source Demon, who couldn’t move his joints, slightly shifted them, gripping the hilt once more, and stared blankly into the void, "Is it really you? Pang Jian, where are you?" He found it hard to believe.

"Pang Jian?!"

The gaunt Demon God suddenly felt that the Demon Element Power of this world, the wicked and evil thoughts of all living beings, no longer resonated with Him.

This world belonged to Him; He had painstakingly managed it for many years, the land, the deep sky, the seas, all brimming with His essence and will.

Therefore, what was happening was extremely unreasonable.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

The force He gathered rushed instead into the Source Demon’s body, reviving the once dying flames.

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