The Purgatory Calamity
Chapter 800 - 761: Suppressing the Horde of Demons

Chapter 800: Chapter 761: Suppressing the Horde of Demons

At an unknown mountaintop in the world,

the Great Demon God Luan Ji, with all the scales on his body retracted into his flesh, stood proudly in a white robe.

In this guise, he resembled a handsome man of the Human Race, exuding an aura that warned others to keep their distance.

At this moment, in the void before him, a huge silver mirror floated.

Reflected in the mirror was the current predicament of Pang Jian in the Fifth Realm of Purgatory.

On the fragmented ground, Pang Jian wept and wailed, his face streaming with tears.

All the strength within his body, including his tenacious willpower, seemed to be exhausted in his crying.

His clothes were stained with blood that had seeped into the pitch-black Demonic Robe, turning it to a dark red hue.

The ancient Demon Scripts corresponding to the Demon God, engraved on the Demonic Robe, looked as though they turned into living crimson Demon Gods, struggling to break free from the cloth after being soaked in blood.

"Someone has taken Lord Demon Sky’s robe!"

"I can feel the Supreme Demonic Artifact of the Mo Tian Overlord!"

"Purgatory! The robe is in Purgatory!"

The ancient crimson Demon Scripts on the surface of the Demonic Robe gradually revealed a fierce and ferocious nature.

Who knows how many Demon Gods, sensing their own True Names, caught scent of Pang Jian and this Demonic Robe at this moment.

"Could the blood of a non-Demon Clan possibly erase the True Name of a Demon God?"

Luan Ji’s complexion shifted slightly.

He had not anticipated that Pang Jian’s mental breakdown, leading to his spitting of blood, would have such consequences.

Originally intending to merely teach Pang Jian a lesson, so that he would suffer a bit, Luan Ji suddenly became hesitant.

He revered the Mo Tian Overlord.

And Pang Jian, who had acquired this Demonic Robe, was now regarded by him as half a successor to the Mo Tian Overlord. The reason for "half" was because Pang Jian was not born of the Demon Clan.

But even one not born of the Demon Clan, like He Motian, could ascend to become a Demon God by embracing the Demon Path Truths.

No matter Pang Jian’s background, having obtained the Demonic Robe, if he entirely devoted himself to the Demon Path and yearned for the supreme Demon Tao, he could become an exceptional Demon God like He Motian.

Therefore, Luan Ji considered Pang Jian half a successor to the Mo Tian Overlord.

Letting Pang Jian experience such torments of living beings, to wreck his mind, was also a form of trial.

Pang Jian did, indeed, collapse.

He wept and sobbed uncontrollably, wailed until he was spent, wailed until he vomited blood.

But he did not lose his mind or go mad; he did not become a soulless walking corpse.

Luan Ji, with his insidious Forgotten Demon Path, had practiced his magic on many by transforming unbearable torments into thousands of disparate life experiences.

Out of a thousand people, more than nine hundred could not endure and self-destructed their souls halfway through.

The few who withstood it ultimately became crazed, eventually turning into dreadful Evil Demons.

Like Pang Jian, who had lived through so many different tormented lives, not giving in under extreme suffering or falling into madness, was indeed a rarity.

Demons place great importance on the nature of the heart.

In the pursuit of the Supreme Demonic Path, even those devoted to Demon Tao can become poisoned by the evil thoughts in their own hearts, degenerating into frenzied monsters.

Only those with strong inner resolve, capable of keeping their Spiritual Intelligence clear for a long time, can travel far on this path.

Just now, Luan Ji saw that Pang Jian possessed such potential.

If Pang Jian were willing to focus on the Demon Tao, Luan Ji believed his future would at least reach the level of He Motian.

He Motian was a Great Demon God!

After the fall of the Mo Tian Overlord and through several eras, He Motian undertook the task of revitalizing the Demon Clan and forged the "Original Demon Initiative."

Geniuses in the Demon Path like He Motian, if one or two more appeared, the Demon Clan would surely rise again!

Thus, Luan Ji actually held a sense of cherishing talent for Pang Jian.

"If you were a true-blooded Demon Clan, the demon blood flowing from you might have interacted with those Demonic God True Names in another miraculous manner. But now..."

Luan Ji felt a headache and sighed, "Those beings will definitely seize the opportunity to lift their True Names, causing the Demonic Robe to no longer bind them."

"Kid, what you’re about to face is possibly the invasion of the wills of all Demon Gods who have left their True Names."

After issuing a warning, Luan Ji stroked his chin in thought, considering whether to lend a helping hand.

Having seemingly passed his test, Pang Jian had left a good impression on Luan Ji, who did not want to see the Demonic Robe lose all its True Names, nor did he want Pang Jian to perish in an instant.

Yet, Luan Ji’s true form was not in Purgatory at that moment; even if he wanted to help, he was beyond reach.

Moreover, if he intervened to assist Pang Jian against those Demon Gods, it would also mean that Demon Gods like Fahua and He Motian and all those who had left their True Names would know it was Luan Ji helping Pang Jian.

He would become the target of all.

"Troublesome, truly troublesome."

Luan Ji lamented.

Just at that moment,

"Whoosh!"

The Pang Jian within the mirror suddenly flicked his sleeve, bringing out an item all too familiar to Luan Ji.

It was a pool wrapped in endless thunder and lightning!

It unfolded upon the fragmented ground Pang Jian stood on, with grand palaces within the pool swiftly enveloped by dense thunderbolts.

"Crackle!"

In an instant, the area centered around Pang Jian was submerged and obscured by thunderbolts.

"Thunder Pond!"

Luan Ji’s expression changed dramatically.

Having lived through several eras after the fall of Mo Tian, he certainly knew the origins of this Thunder Pond.

Thunder God from the Misty Sea and Thunder Prison, with the mission to eradicate the Ghost Clan and Demon Clan god spirits, gathered the Thunder Gods of the entire Zhouyu and created the Thunder Pond and the Thunder Divine Court.

The Thunder God sought to use this ultimate Tao to seek promotion to Sovereign.

He was once the greatest threat to the Ghost Clan and Demon Clan, the bane of all Demon Gods’ existence. In His most glorious era, even He Motian and Fahua had to avoid His sharp edge.

Luan Ji had also directly confronted the Thunder God and had witnessed the terror of that Thunder Pond.

He knew all too well that the Thunder God at his peak was the nightmare of all Demon Gods, including himself, Luan Ji.

"With that Thunder Pond in hand, this kid should’ve been able to summon it directly and use the Thunder Pond to obliterate my Divine Consciousness. Why didn’t he do that?"

Luan Ji felt perplexed for a moment.

"Boom! Boom! Boom boom! Boom boom boom!"

Seven vast and boundless ancient powers surged violently into Pang Jian’s body, filling his limbs and internal organs.

Luan Ji, who was in another world, also sensed the vastness of those seven forces.

The scattered thoughts he had left in Pang Jian’s Sea of Consciousness, intended to test Pang Jian’s Demon Thought and Magic Power, were directly crushed by these seven forces.

"Where did this power come from?!"

Luan Ji was startled again.

He suddenly realized that his understanding of Pang Jian was incredibly shallow and one-sided.

This young man who had obtained the Mo Tian Overlord’s robe had access to powers in the Purgatory World that far exceeded his imagination!

"His God Status!"

Luan Ji saw that in a golden Sea of Souls Consciousness, the essence of Pang Jian’s God Status transformed into blossoms of golden flames.

Each flame seemed to be branded with a truth of the soul.

Dealing with the fundamental Tao of the soul was not the domain of Demon Gods.

Demon Gods excelled in manipulating emotions, playing with feelings, drawing nourishment from the seven emotions and six desires, evil thoughts, and wicked ideas.

These seemed somewhat related to the soul, but their core essence was not the same.

The true experts in this field were the longstanding allies of the Demon Gods, the god spirits from the Ghost Clan.

Apart from the god spirits of the Ghost Clan, there were those most mysterious Netherworld Gods from the depths of the Misty Sea, or shall we say... the Nether Tribe.

"How is that possible? If he truly were from the Nether Tribe, how could he master Thunderous Lightning?"

"In my memory, in my knowledge, not a single member of the Nether Tribe has ever set foot on the path of cultivating Thunderous Lightning! It seems that the Nether Tribe and the Thunder Clan are naturally opposed in their Dao!"

"Apart from restraining us Demon Gods and Ghost Gods, the Thunder Gods of the Thunder Clan also similarly restrain the Netherworld Gods!"

"The existence of the Thunder Prison in the Misty Sea seems to be purposefully to restrict the Netherworld Prison!"

Luan Ji felt his mind in turmoil.

Through the Demon Instrument, the scenes he saw made him start to doubt himself, wondering if he had made a mistake.

"Fahua!"

Pang Jian let out a cold snort within the gradually expansive Thunder Pond, pressing his palm towards the ancient demon script representing Fahua’s Demonic God True Name.

"Pu! Pu!"

Two dull thuds suddenly rang out.

Fahua, another Great Demon God like Luan Ji, let out a pained scream in some world, coinciding with the dull thuds.

From the screams, Luan Ji deduced that Fahua had suffered a great loss, having been heavily struck by Pang Jian’s power.

"He Motian..."

A meaningful smile appeared in Pang Jian’s eyes.

Methodically, he pressed his palms towards the three ancient demon scripts representing He Motian’s Demonic God True Name, the destructive power in his palm erupting and remotely affecting He Motian.

All of He Motian’s Demon Bodies, no matter in which Demonic Realm World they were, felt as if they had been struck a heavy blow at that moment.

"Howl!"

Several He Motians were roaring.

"Qi Ya!"

"Demon Moon!"

"White Scarf!"

Pang Jian sneered, using both hands to press against the various ancient demon scripts.

Across the Outer Star River, twenty-six Demonic Realms, and even more worlds not belonging to the Demonic Realm marked "界," those restless Demon Gods all suffered.

They sensed their true names being used to transmit their Divine Consciousness, which Pang Jian nonchalantly snuffed out with a lift of his hand.

At the same time, Pang Jian, relying on the true names on his Demonic Robe, began to locate each of their Demon Bodies.

Without any hesitation, he bestowed upon them the gift of Thunderous Lightning.

Thus, those Demon Gods who sat discussing the truths of the Demon Path in their own realms, those who taught the truths of the Demon Path, those indulging in pleasure, and those who lived life capriciously -

Each Demon God was thrown into disarray, many of their Demon Bodies suddenly charred black, with lightning spewing from their mouths and nostrils.

This was a disaster sweeping through the entire Demon God community.

Luan Ji, the instigator, listening to the howling of his comrades and friends, involuntarily shrank his neck, feeling as if he had done something wrong, as though he had let them down.

"It has nothing to do with me; I’m not targeting you."

"How would I know that kid would be so wicked?"

"He has signs of the Ming Yu Soul Sea in his God Status, got the Thunder God’s Thunder Pond, and can easily call upon Thunderous Lightning to strike you all."

"Inside and outside the Misty Sea, there has never been such an anomaly before!"

Luan Ji could not help but smile bitterly.

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