The Purgatory Calamity
Chapter 790 - 752: The Wonderful Uses of the Demonic Robe

Chapter 790: Chapter 752: The Wonderful Uses of the Demonic Robe

Fifth Realm of Purgatory.

On a nameless Fragment Land, Pang Jian was clad in a robe as black as ink, still intently deciphering its inner mysteries.

Immersing his Divine Consciousness within, his consciousness roamed through twenty-six Demonic Realms, penetrating the peculiarities of those demonic stars and observing the movements of living beings and Demon Gods.

The robe was originally connected to thirty-six Demonic Realms, with each one uniquely displayed as per those thirty-six realms.

However, in actuality, the number of Demonic Realms it could still connect to had diminished by ten.

Before Lord Demon Sky fell and while still a Sovereign, the Extraterritorial Demon Race and the Demon Gods had controlled the most realms.

That was the golden era of the Demon Race.

When Lord Demon Sky perished in the Ancient Demon World, slain by the Black Phoenix, the decline of the Outer Realm Demon began, and ten realms belonging to this group had subsequently fallen in succession.

Yet even so, the remaining twenty-six Demonic Realms still left Pang Jian astonished.

The so-called Demonic Realm is a galaxy where a multitude of stars brilliantly shines, containing many "worlds" within.

Every star teeming with life, filled with Demon Element Power, constitutes a "world"; each governed by its own complete Heaven and Earth Laws and home to numerous mortal kingdoms.

The number of stars in a Demonic Realm varies, the least being dozens and at most, above a hundred.

Altogether, the twenty-six Demonic Realms comprised more than two thousand stars.

So many stars and worlds inhabited by various Demon Clans and other races that worship Demon Gods harbor all sorts of negative emotions: evil thoughts and Sorcery amass within this robe.

Wearing the robe, with a mere thought, Pang Jian could enter a corresponding Demonic Realm and oversee its stars.

"The Outer Domain Galaxy, indeed boundless and vast."

Pang Jian felt a sense of awe.

Just one Demonic Realm governed by an Outer Realm Demon includes twenty-six, with over two thousand stars where living beings are found.

However, the Demon Race is not the strongest group in the starry sky and currently lacks even a single Sovereign.

How numerous must the star domains controlled by other groups with their Sovereigns be?

"Ten realms less in the Demon Realm, the words of the Great Demon God..."

Pang Jian carefully investigated, gathering his thoughts among the five Great Demon Gods with true names, only sensing the presence of Fahua, He Motian, and Luan Ji.

Qing He and You Jin, two Great Demon Gods who had left their true names, bore no trace of life.

This also meant that these two Great Demon Gods had long perished in the vastness of space over time.

He then sensed the eighteen Middle-level Demon Gods and found traces of only eight remaining; the other ten who had left true names had also died.

In the present age, there might be newly emerged Great Demon Gods and Middle-level Demon Gods.

But since the fall of the Mo Tian Overlord and the loss of this robe, those later Great and Middle-level Demon Gods have not been able to imprint their true names upon it.

That is to say, Pang Jian could only perceive twenty-six Demonic Realms.

Three Great Demon Gods, eight Middle-level Demon Gods.

"That’s enough."

He touched the robe with his finger, feeling the vast surging Demon Element Power within and the swirling Sorcery, evil thoughts, and various complex negative emotions.

The source within his God Status, still connected to the mysterious Sea of Souls in the Netherworld Prison, was still in a state of enlightenment.

Holding the robe in his hands and perceiving its profound mysteries, he gained a deeper understanding of the various quirks of the robe.

"Generating Demon Thoughts, altering the original intent."

His eyes revealed a distinct look, and he quickly realized a form of Sorcery that could be executed through the robe.

"He Motian!"

His consciousness locked onto He Motian’s true name.

In the diverse worlds of the Demonic Realm where He Motian existed, his perceptions were instantly reflected in his Sea of Consciousness, and one particular scene caught his attention.

"The Moon? What is He Motian doing going to Ying Yue’s side?"

Pang Jian was slightly astonished.

Immediately, through He Motian’s perspective, he saw the ethereal Ghost Clan Spirit meeting with He Motian in the cold galactic surroundings of the Moon.

...

"Zhu Ji is now very difficult to handle," said Zimo.

Zimo’s body was enshrouded in murky rivers, within which countless Soul Spirits and Ghost Objects wailed and cried. His strange body, suspended between reality and illusion, seemed to be constructed from dense Soul Power.

This high God of the Ghost Clan, whose true body bore about ninety percent similarity to that of the Human Race in Purgatory, frowned and said, "God Luo has been in Purgatory for so long without any movement. What exactly is he busy with?"

He Motian’s three heads, all bearing serious expressions, replied through one of the heads, "I do not know."

His mood was very irritable.

Before the will that descended was crushed by Zhu Ji, he had sensed the disappearance of the "Sky Curtain" in the Fifth Realm of Purgatory, and he knew what that "Sky Curtain" meant.

He had long guessed that at the very bottom of Purgatory, in that endless darkness, there must be the remains of the Demon Sovereign.

After all, Lord Demon Sky had died in the Ancient Demon World, his bones not even preserved.

Since Mo Tian’s Robe had become the sky of the Fifth Realm of Purgatory, and with the Black Phoenix ultimately falling silent in the Mysterious Fog, and the bottom of Purgatory being eternal darkness, the Black Phoenix must indeed be below.

Because of Mo Tian’s Robe’s presence, He Motian guessed the inside story and realized that God Luo must be dealing with the resurrection of the Black Phoenix.

But he did not wish to share this secret with Zimo, so he evaded the question casually.

"Really don’t know?" asked Zimo, his eyes flowing with a cold intent, "It was you who persuaded me strongly back then to travel far to seek the mysteries of Purgatory! If not for you, I would have focused my main efforts on the Netherworld Prison!"

"You should know that for me, the Sea of Souls in the Netherworld Prison and some other oddities are far more valuable than anything in Purgatory!"

Zimo’s anger grew as he spoke.

He Motian sneered, "There is Long Di in the Netherworld Prison. What can you obtain from Long Di? Even if you descended in your true body into the Netherworld Prison and encountered Long Di there, wouldn’t you still be suppressed at every turn? Also practicing Soul Sorcery, do you have even a slight chance of winning against him in battle in the Netherworld Prison?"

At those words, Zimo’s face contorted with rage, yet he found himself unable to refute.

"Alright, let’s see what Mou Qi plans to do on this trip over here," He Motian said, no longer provoking him, "Mou Qi is always arrogant and is a close confidant of that Sovereign. We still need to be cautious."

...

Moon Temple.

Mou Qi, clad in a pristine white robe, stepped onto the Goddess of Cold Crystal’s Divine Platform without a hint of hesitation, a smile playing on his lips that was difficult to fathom, "Han Yi, how long do you plan to avoid me?"

The Divine Platform, swirling with icy chills, was Han Yi’s tool for traversing the Star River and also her usual resting place.

A Divine Platform of an Alien God Spirit is a highly private affair, and others were not permitted to tread upon it.

Mou Qi’s actions were a grave offense and a significant insult.

"I’m not avoiding you," the Goddess of Cold Crystal said, biting her translucent lower lip, retreating step by step on her own Divine Platform to increase the distance between them, "I know I owe you a great debt, and without your help, I might never have broken through to being a Middle-level God."

"Mou Qi, I’ve always been grateful to you, it’s just that..."

As Han Yi spoke, she continued to retreat, while Mou Qi advanced step by step.

Until, humiliated, Han Yi left her own Divine Platform and stood still in the center of the Moon Temple, before saying, "I and Ying Yue are friends. It was He who invited me here to see if I could seize any opportunities from the peculiar Purgatory."

"Lord Mou Qi, don’t be too overbearing!" Ying Yue could not stand it any longer.

He repeatedly signaled to the Sun God, but the Sun God, who usually flattered and ingratiated himself with Him, pretended to be foolish, as if he couldn’t see the intentions in His eyes.

Helpless, Ying Yue huffed, "The debt Han Yi owes you, we will repay it soon!"

"Ying Yue, when I’m speaking with Han Yi, you’d better shut up," Mou Qi frowned and sat down astride on the Hanjing Divine Platform, his arrogance on full display, "There are many Moon Gods, but you Ying Yue are just a Middle-level God. When facing a High God like me, you should know your place."

At the Moon Temple, it seemed as if Mou Qi was the master here.

"Your place? You are being presumptuous in my Moon Temple, and you talk about knowing one’s place?" Ying Yue said angrily.

"The difference of one level among God Spirits is like a gap of ten thousand miles," Mou Qi said coldly, narrowing his eyes, "You should learn more from this Sun God. He can also be very arrogant, but that’s only when facing Low-rank Gods. In front of me, Mou Qi, he behaves very well, and it’s only by doing so that his path as a God will open up."

The Sun God grinned, his handsome face filled with a radiant smile, "Ying Yue, Lord Mou Qi is truly concerned for Han Yi’s welfare. As a friend, you should persuade her."

Ying Yue gave the Sun God a deep look, thoroughly disappointed in him, and refused to speak any further with him.

The Sun God’s behavior led Him to utterly deny Him.

"Mou Qi!"

It was at that moment that He Motian and Zimo arrived together at the Moon Temple.

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