The Purgatory Calamity
Chapter 799 - 760 Forgotten Demon Path_2

Chapter 799: Chapter 760 Forgotten Demon Path_2

"When Yuan Hui separated from the Original Demon, she carried with her the Forgotten Demon Path I had initially branded into her. I was merely taking back what was rightfully mine!"

"I did not want my Forgotten Demon Path to flourish in Yuan Hui, only to be merged back into the Original Demon later."

"Kid, you know nothing yet you’re disrupting my grand plans!"

Luan Ji’s Demon Sounds came from twenty-six different Demon Realms.

Every word wrapped in the negative emotions of beings who revered the Forgotten Demon Path, forming vast Demon Scripts capable of erasing pain, intent on indoctrinating Pang Jian and making him one of His countless followers.

Consequently, in Pang Jian’s mind suddenly appeared hundreds of enormous Demon Scripts.

The Demon Scripts, like a vast web, like ancient Demon Arrays, or the tangible manifestation of Demon Tao principles, hung above Pang Jian’s Soul Consciousness.

Great Demon God Luan Ji, from an unknown realm beyond the skies, was actually able to strike at Pang Jian through this Demonic Robe of the Mo Tian Overlord.

His power must have already surpassed Fahua and He Motian.

Of the five Great Demon Gods still in existence: He Motian, Fahua, Luan Ji, Ti Wei, and Qi Ling.

Luan Ji, originally ranked third, beneath He Motian and Fahua.

Now, Pang Jian felt that Great Demon God Luan Ji was the strongest among the five.

"Everyone has their own pains, what about you? Let me help you remember your pain, let me deepen that impression for you."

The voice of Luan Ji echoed in Pang Jian’s mind.

This sound was vast, reaching directly from his mind to all corners of his soul, infiltrating his deepest memories, unearthing his many pains.

Sparks of peculiarity twinkled, sinking down like raindrops.

At this moment, within his own Spirit Sea of Consciousness, within the current Purgatory World, Pang Jian had plenty of methods to deal with Luan Ji’s invasion of Divine Sense.

Because Luan Ji’s true body could not reach here.

Facing the alien invasion by a small part of the Alien God’s Divine Consciousness, Pang Jian could counteract it through the Thunderous Lightning within his body, his profound understanding of the Soul Great Path, and the power of the seven Heavenly Tribulation Pillars.

But he did not do so.

Maintaining caution, he circulated the various forces within his body, allowing Luan Ji’s Forgotten Demon Path to infiltrate his soul, allowing his inner melancholy and pain to be stirred and intensified.

His father’s departure, never to return, left him to care for his sister alone.

This scene suddenly deepened in his memory.

But he did not feel the pain, only a heaviness in his heart, followed by an increasing sense of responsibility.

After that, he wandered the Solitude Mountain Range, fighting fierce beasts, caring for his sister’s life in solitude.

Between life and death, a tremendous fear welled up in his heart, panic-stricken, afraid.

But what he feared was not his own death.

He feared...what would become of his young sister if he died, who would take care of her?

The ferocious claws and sharp teeth of the mountain beasts left gory wounds on his body, which indeed made him scream out in pain.

But what is physical pain compared to the agony of the soul?

To his resilient nerves, bodily injuries were hardly worth mentioning.

Later, when his sister was taken away by Sun Bin, he was left behind in his home, watching her departure.

Looking up as his sister broke through the Lead Cloud, flying towards a higher world, his heart was only filled with relief, only with genuine joy. Where was the pain?

Afterwards, he slaughtered through the forests, witnessed the bloodshed of Bagua City, and endured the trials of Dark Ghost.

The deaths of Meng Qiulan, Zhao Ling, and others, his own near-fatal injuries that left him wanting death, each brush with death brought extreme heartache.

But he endured it all.

It wasn’t enough.

This pain was far from enough to break him.

The many sufferings of his not-so-long life, even when intensified by Luan Ji, could not affect him too much.

"Your resolve is strong, hard enough. Then, I will change the method, let you become someone else, to experience another’s pain," said Luan Ji coldly.

In an instant, numerous Pang Jians began to experience different events.

He became an old man from the Heaven Clan, suddenly hearing that his most-beloved offspring were beaten to death by the powerful and influential.

Mutilated bodies, lined up in a row and marred with whip marks, were laid before him, the anguish of outliving one’s children surging into his heart.

Powerless, subject to the ridicule and sneers of the powerful, yet without the strength or influence to retaliate.

In a village outside the city, he still had several granddaughters to look after. He could not die even if he wanted to.

Living only to suffer constant pain, wishing for death yet unable to achieve it.

Bursting with such agony, Pang Jian suddenly felt an extreme pain in his heart.

——He had never experienced anything like this.

But when he turned into that elder and truly empathized, he realized that the sufferings he was facing now were nothing in comparison.

The scene shifted, and he became a warrior of the black demons, waging wars abroad for the glory of his clan.

He had a beautiful wife and a lovely daughter, who were his everything.

In a brutal war, their troops met with disaster, as all his people were encased in ice within the icy secluded valley, marking the team as annihilated in the eyes of the outside world.

But, against all odds, he miraculously survived.

After enduring endless hardships, he finally returned home years later, only to find his wife living with his best friend, his daughter sweetly calling the other man ’daddy.’

He stood in front of his own house, heartbroken watching that harmonious and beautiful scene.

His wife saw him and burst into tears, saying she thought he was dead.

His brother knelt before him, saying he thought the same and wanted to take care of his wife and child, so...

At that moment, he felt it would have been better to have died in that valley.

He should have died there! If he had died there and never seen this scene, how good that would have been!

It was the love for his wife and daughter that had helped him survive the torment of frost and pull through miraculously.

He lived on, only to witness that scene and subsequently wish he hadn’t.

His wife thought he was dead, his brother thought the same, and so did the entire nation.

So, his wife ended up with his brother, which wasn’t entirely wrong.

What about him?

He was still alive, but how was he supposed to face everything that had happened?

If only he could forget.

He murmured softly in his heart.

The scenes changed again.

He became a general of the demon kingdom, defeated in a power struggle, and watched his followers beheaded one by one by the victorious general in the spacious square.

Tied up, he was forced to kneel on the ground, watching powerlessly.

First hundreds of soldiers, then his wife, children, parents, one after another, were killed before his eyes.

So many heads rolled before him as the necks severed and blood poured out, turning the square into a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

Around him, the crowd viewed the spectacle as if it were a joke.

His opponent on the high platform sipped wine, looking down at him with a smile.

And he could only watch those who admired him most, those he loved and cared for the most, die one by one.

Then he was pardoned.

His bloodline was destroyed, his tendons severed, and he was cast onto a filthy street, left to fend for himself.

The brighter his past glory, the more tragic his present suffering.

Victors become kings, losers become bandits; he bore all the pain in the world.

Every time he thought of hanging himself, someone would suddenly appear, making even death unattainable for him.

He couldn’t die, only wish he could forget the past?

...

Each and every scene became part of Pang Jian’s life experiences.

Above the No-name Fragment Land in the Fifth Realm,

Pang Jian, clad in a black demonic robe, howled like a lone wolf until his voice was hoarse, until he spat blood, until he collapsed on the ground.

He was already in a flood of tears.

He had never known such pain before.

He hadn’t yet awakened, but he already knew he wasn’t as strong as he thought.

The pain he had experienced in his life was nothing compared to the suffering of all beings, to those true pains.

The so-called inner strength really depends on what you’ve been through.

Some pains are unbearable for ordinary people.

"These things you have gone through, I have experienced a thousand times over. Every profound pain forgotten by those who believed in me, I have personally endured."

"What they have forgotten, I remember all the more. I will etch it into my heart."

"The suffering of others will be received by me, Luan Ji, will be borne by me, Luan Ji. This is the core essence of my Demon Tao."

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