The Purgatory Calamity
Chapter 809 - 769: Re-Enthroning in the Netherworld Prison

Chapter 809: Chapter 769: Re-Enthroning in the Netherworld Prison

The Spiritual Soul in the Netherworld Prison, Pang Jian had experiences different from those in Purgatory.

At the bottom of the deep sea in the Netherworld Prison, there were five strands of fate like divine rainbows that instantly spanned millions of miles of sea, reaching directly to the Sea of Souls where Pang Jian’s Spiritual Soul was located.

In the sky above, another four crystalline rainbow lights also fell like rainbows.

There were nine strands of fate, each responding to Pang Jian’s call from the deep sea and the heavens.

"Hmm!"

Bai Zi dodged Fahua’s Demon Body and looked towards the sky in astonishment.

"It’s not Long Di’s Gathering Divine Platform! Who is it? Who is pulling at fate, choosing to ascend at this time?"

Bai Zi was bewildered.

At this critical stage of the battle, those powerful Nether Race Warriors would not dare to hastily transform themselves into Netherworld Gods.

It was not a simple matter to absorb a strand of fate to become a powerful Netherworld God.

Just as the Human Race’s ascent to True God, the transformation of a Nether Race strong being into a Netherworld God would also require at least half a month, or even several months of effort.

In the Divine Enthronement process, one had to be fully prepared and could not afford any oversight.

But what stage was it now?

As the invaders, led by Yuan Yi, appeared in various parts of the Netherworld Prison, they were launching an assault on the Nether Tribe and Netherworld Gods, with the older generation of Netherworld Gods constantly falling.

In any region of this world, there were invaders active. Who would dare to become a Netherworld God at such a time?

Bai Zi, shocked and puzzled, stared intently at the four strands of fate in the sky, watching as they neared each other on their descent.

Eventually, all four strands of fate sank together into the deep sea.

"In the sea, there are still five strands of fate swiftly flowing!"

When Bai Zi’s perception submerged into the deep sea, He was startled again.

Being the Realm God of the Netherworld Prison, He knew that the battle between Long Di and Yuan Yi would be extremely fierce.

Long Di, by amassing strands of fate over the Continent in advance, was also doing it to recover more quickly should He be injured.

Long Di, most adept at Soul Battles, needed to sacrifice His Spiritual Soul in combat, and once He suffered heavy damage, He had to rely on fate to heal.

This led Bai Zi to initially mistake the other five strands of fate flowing beneath the sea as possibly being pulled by Long Di.

However, after careful perception, He was certain that the ultimate destination of the nine strands of fate was definitely not Long Di.

A mysterious sea domain, shaded in deep blue, flashed before Bai Zi’s mind for an instant.

With a fleeting glimpse, He saw a golden soul shadow.

The nine strands of fate from the deep sea and from the sky, all pulled together, transformed into nine divine rainbow lights, all rushing towards that golden soul shadow.

"Whoosh!"

At the moment when the nine strands of fate merged with the golden soul shadow, that Spiritual Soul immediately began to materialize.

The Spiritual Soul went from intangible to tangible.

At the same moment, the vast and boundless nature’s spiritual energy, like rust sucked up by a giant magnet, crazily adhered to it as the Spiritual Soul became substantial.

The originally somewhat blurry golden soul shadow also quickly became clear.

He was a handsome young man with a stern expression, his brows and eyes filled with resolve.

"Pang Jian!"

Bai Zi screamed in disbelief.

"Pang Jian!"

Not far away, Fahua also held His head and cried out in surprise.

This Great Demon God, who was steadfastly loyal to the Mo Tian Overlord, once again deeply felt the spiritual contamination emanating from Pang Jian.

Within the depths of Fahua’s Demon Soul, ancient marks representing His true name, where the image of the Mo Tian Overlord resided, were gradually being replaced by the likeness of Pang Jian.

He developed a strange illusion.

The nobleman who had led him through the battles across various Demon Realms and elevated him from a low-tier Demon God to a high-tier Demon God appeared to be none other than Pang Jian of the Purgatory World.

The traces of the Mo Tian Overlord in his mind were gradually being diluted.

Meanwhile, the image of Pang Jian was becoming increasingly profound.

Until one day, when the traces of the Mo Tian Overlord had completely vanished, and Pang Jian constituted the entirety of his true name imprint, he would be utterly subservient to Pang Jian, obeying him unconditionally.

Fahua sensed something was amiss, which is why he suddenly cried out.

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In that vast expanse of land.

Amid the boundless crimson depths, countless shadows of Long Di’s Spiritual Souls were fleeting, weaving through the numerous bloodline chains.

Each shadow of Long Di’s Spiritual Soul was a substantial entity, with a body shell-like a pale blue crystal.

Such Long Di was severing the bloodline chains woven by Yuan Yi, preventing the Old Ape from covering the land with his vast Qi and Blood.

Another illusory Long Di floated before the Old Ape, drawing upon the nature’s spiritual energy of the Netherworld Prison.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Spiritual Energy formed many vortexes, engulfing the entire world’s Supernatural Abilities, the light of the sun, moon, and stars, the Extreme Cold Power, the breath of plants, and the robust power of the earth, all flowing into the vortexes.

The violent vortexes surrounded the furious Giant Ape, destroying its dissipating Qi and Blood.

There were also hundreds of soulful glimmers transforming into rivers of souls, wildly running through the Old Ape’s mind, chest, and acupoints.

As the leader of the Nether Gods and in his own ruled Netherworld Prison, Long Di, in the protracted war of attrition, had gradually drawn level with the Old Ape from an initially weaker position.

All of his substantial Spiritual Soul avatars, should they be injured, could be repaired with his new destiny.

He believed he would certainly have the last laugh in this battle.

Suddenly, he sensed that several strands of destiny, which should have been converging on the land where he resided, were flowing abnormally.

"Something’s wrong!"

Long Di muttered to himself.

"Crack!"

A piece of the great land tore open violently, revealing a massive altar deep within the heart of the earth, constructed of the highest quality Soul Crystals.

The altar was engraved with thousands of Soul Arts that Long Di had perceived from the Sea of Souls, existing in the form of patterns, lightning, ancient symbols, and chains of principles.

This object, named "Gathering Divine Platform," could attract the destiny and Souls of fallen Nether Gods, one by one.

Thereby transforming into a force that Long Di could use.

The "Gathering Divine Platform" was clearly still operating, and the destinies and Souls of the dead Nether Gods shouldn’t have returned to Heaven Forbidden or the Sea of Souls but should have entered into the "Gathering Divine Platform," becoming a power to strengthen He Longdi.

And yet, a portion of the destiny was not attracted by the "Gathering Divine Platform" and bizarrely headed towards the Sea of Souls.

"Strange, the Sea of Souls only absorbs the Souls of the dead warriors and Nether Gods. The absorption of destiny has always been within the authority of Heaven Forbidden. How could it change like this?"

Long Di felt puzzled and baffled.

As the leader of the Nether Gods, he could influence the "Heaven Forbidden" of Netherworld Prison and even the direction of destiny.

He could also perceive the Sea of Souls at specific times and in special ways to comprehend the profound truths imprinted within.

But he couldn’t gaze at the Sea of Souls all the time, at his whim.

In the Netherworld Prison, the one closest to the Sea of Souls was not him, but Bai Zi, who was a Realm God.

"Bai Zi, there has been a disturbance in the Sea of Souls. See if something strange has happened inside,"

Long Di’s spiritual sound resonated within Bai Zi’s mind.

Bai Zi hesitated for a moment then answered truthfully, "Pang Jian’s Spiritual Soul has completed its reassembly in the Sea of Souls. It is he who has drawn nine strands of destiny to our Netherworld Prison’s Sea of Souls to embark again on the path of Divine Enthronement."

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