The Purgatory Calamity
Chapter 802 - 762: The Fear of the Demon Gods_2

Chapter 802: Chapter 762: The Fear of the Demon Gods_2

Just like the Mo Tian Overlord did back then.

"He showed restraint. Otherwise, I fear I might have..."

Qi Ya once again experienced the feeling of the Mo Tian Overlord clutching his throat.

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In other Demonic Realm Worlds, the ancient demon god known as Demon Moon, and another called White Scarf, also suffered severe injuries one after another.

For a time, those demon gods whose true names were inscribed on the Demonic Robe were thrown into panic.

"He Motian!"

Various demon stones capable of transmitting voices buzzed in the hands of different demon gods.

Those injured demon gods, as soon as they recovered a little, immediately sought out He Motian, wanting to clarify the identity of the Master of the Demonic Robe and let He Motian handle the matter properly.

In the external Star River, a storm had arisen among the Heaven Demon Clan.

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In Purgatory, atop the nameless Fragment Land.

Pang Jian’s hand, which rested on those demonic god true names, finally lifted away.

A blade, akin to a demon knife poised over the heads of many demon gods, seemed to vanish all of a sudden.

Many demon gods secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

"I didn’t expect, infusing one’s own blood into the Demonic God True Name would have such an astonishing effect."

Pang Jian exclaimed with surprise and a smile.

The Great Demon God Luan Ji, with his unique Forgotten Demon Path, caused him to experience different sufferings of life, which polished and cleansed his soul.

His life, compared to those gods with unending lifespans, was truly too fleeting.

Without those deeply engrained experiences, without profoundly understanding life, aging, sickness, death, parting, love, hatred, betrayal, it would be very difficult for his Spiritual Soul to ascend and transform.

Luan Ji subjected him to all sorts of extreme pain, making him wish for death, and was actually tempering him in an unusual manner.

He broke down, but did not sink into the pain, and it could be considered that he had crossed an immense spiritual and soulful tribulation.

At his weakest moments, when he nearly fainted, Luan Ji didn’t take advantage but instead, it jolted him into awareness.

——Luan Ji didn’t truly want to kill him.

Thus, when his fresh blood merged with the Demonic God True Names, he counterattacked all those who sought to erase the true names, except he did not strike at Luan Ji.

"Congratulations, you have grasped a part of the marvel of this Demonic Robe."

Luan Ji uttered a muffled sentence, and the two ancient demon scripts symbolizing Him finally stopped emitting light.

Pang Jian’s mind stirred slightly as he infused his Divine Consciousness into Luan Ji’s true name, faintly sensing Luan Ji’s presence, knowing that multiple Luan Ji’s existed in different worlds.

"Why didn’t you attempt to erase the true name?"

Pang Jian inquired.

"Having your true name on that robe makes you subject to the will of Lord Demon Sky and becomes a part of His strength. In the beginning, everybody must have complied willingly—I certainly did," Luan Ji pondered for a moment before continuing, "After the Great One fell, the true name on the robe became a vulnerability for many."

"Through the name above, you can strike at each demon god from afar, and naturally, other holders of the robe could do the same."

"By erasing the true name, they could attain true freedom. I fully understand their motivations."

"I refrained from acting because I saw you as the heir to the Great One. Besides, even now, when I am unwilling, your power cannot affect me from afar."

"Ah, what a hassle. I still have to deal with Yuan Hui."

Luan Ji muttered, severing the connection.

After these words, every one of His demon bodies disappeared from Pang Jian’s perception.

"He’s indeed a notch stronger than Fahua and He Motian," Pang Jian mused to himself.

That recent trial had given him a fresh understanding of the Demonic Robe.

The Outer World Demon Gods with true names inscribed on the robe, who sought to corrupt him through those names, could only leverage their own Divine Consciousness, just as He Motian had attempted possession of the devotees in Purgatory for his descent.

The rest of the powers within the Demon Bodies of these gods were hard to transmit.

And today, having successfully forged his God Status and after grasping the many profound soul mysteries within the Sea of Souls, he was fearless against the Divine Consciousness of any Outer World Demon Gods!

He Motian, Fahua, Luan Ji—all three Great Demon Gods could not dream of possessing him.

Moreover, none of the Mid-Rank Demon Gods posed a threat to him.

And as the Master of the Demonic Robe, once his blood permeated the Demonic God True Names, he could, without any restrictions, strike at all the demon gods resonating with the robe!

Thunderous Lightning, Divine Abilities and Techniques of the soul, Cold Ice Storm, the light of the sun and moon!

Any strength that he possessed, including but not limited to the soul level, could be poured into the true names symbolizing the Demon Gods and directly affect their bodies!

He was able to use all his strength to attack and kill the Demon Gods!

Mid-Rank Demon God facing the magnificent Thunderous Lightning, and his now terrifying Spiritual Soul Slay techniques, definitely wouldn’t last long!

He Motian and Fahua, now facing his remote attacks, would also get injured.

Having a Demonic Robe in hand, and with the true names of all Demon Gods remaining above the robe, he could attack anytime and anywhere.

"Leaving one’s true name on the Demonic Robe is simply handing over one’s life to Mo Tian."

Pang Jian sighed.

"Whoosh!"

A stream of grey, filthy essence quietly flew out from the eternal darkness of the Sixth Realm, heading straight towards the heavens and earth above.

"Eh!"

Pang Jian’s expression shifted, he paid close attention to the trajectory of this filthy essence, and saw that it was actually flying towards the Fourth Realm.

Each stream of filthy essence was a portion of the origin of the Black Phoenix, capable of creating the most powerful tenth level beings, and enabling a ninth-level Demon King to transform into a powerful Demon God.

However, the Black Phoenix at the moment should be in much need of every part of its origin, right?

"Let’s go and have a look."

He glanced at the Heavenly Tribulation Pillar of the Fifth Continent and transformed into a dark stream of light, quietly following the origin of the Black Phoenix.

Before long, he had left the dimly lit Fifth Realm and arrived at the Fragment Land Group of the Fourth Realm.

Pieces of fragmented land flew past beneath him.

He saw those from the Alien Tribes of the Fifth Realm scattered across different pieces of fragment land, sometimes gazing up at the sky above, sometimes looking down at the visible Fifth Realm below.

Warriors of the Alien Tribes who came to the Fourth Realm had already received the message; they were not allowed to descend to the Fifth Realm.

When the "Sky Curtain" was torn down and the seven continents of the Fifth Realm came into view, they didn’t dare to make any rash moves.

Yan Lie hadn’t appeared, Shajia hadn’t come out; they were in a state where they had no leader.

Soon, Pang Jian followed that stream of filthy essence to the Thousand Miles of Cloud Land where Pang Ling was located.

His eyes suddenly lit up.

The world where the Wood Tribe lived, connected by multiple fragment lands, had become a not insignificant expanse of land.

Many Wood Tribe warriors were living under a Divine Tree nearly ten thousand feet tall, bathing in the pure and vast Plant Spirit Energy, enjoying the cleansing of their bloodlines with contentment.

An elegant and dignified woman, dressed in an emerald robe, holding a Divine Tree staff, was saying something to the young people of the Wood Tribe.

"Mu Yuan!"

With a glance, Pang Jian was certain that this tenth-level Wood Tribe warrior was the Madam Muyuan who Yu Xin had mentioned.

With her bloodline breaking through to the tenth level, the limits of her lifespan shattered repeatedly, Madam Muyuan had rejuvenated.

At the crown of the Divine Tree.

A spirited figure of a Spiritual Body suddenly appeared, waving vigorously at Pang Jian with a sweet smile, "Father, did you come especially to see me?"

"Cough, I’m just passing by this time," Pang Jian responded with a soul voice, smiling.

Transforming into a divine light, he quickly passed the region and also saw the only remaining large piece of land in the Fourth Realm.

—The Demon Spirit Continent.

The stream of filthy essence ultimately flew towards the Demon Spirit Continent, descending into the heart of a vast expanse of land.

"Mysterious Turtle!"

It was not until then that he realized Old Black Turtle, who was supposed to be in Panshi Fragment Land, had appeared here.

"Why would you choose filthy essence? You know that by choosing this power, you will never be able to cross the Heaven Forbidden and leave, forever unable to escape the prison of Purgatory!" Pang Jian questioned.

Nevertheless, this time he received no response from the Mysterious Turtle.

Moreover, the Mysterious Turtle made the same choice as Hei, severing the soul connection with him directly.

The Mysterious Turtle was right there in the Demon Spirit Continent, right under his eyes. He could finely perceive it with Divine Consciousness, could accurately locate it with Qi and Blood.

But the soul connection was now impossible to maintain.

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