The Purgatory Calamity
Chapter 838 - 798: Long Di’s Mental Imbalance

Chapter 838: Chapter 798: Long Di’s Mental Imbalance

Great Demon God Luan Ji was the only one who hadn’t been eroded in thoughts and will by Thunderous Lightning using the True Name.

When Pang Jian used the Demonic Robe to take action against Yan Lie, he forcibly coerced eighteen Mid-Rank Demon Gods to participate in the war and continued to taint He Motian, ordering Fahua to withdraw from the Netherworld Prison battlefield.

But from beginning to end, he never bothered Luan Ji again.

Only because Luan Ji had never schemed against him and even used the Forgotten Demon Path to temper his realm and mind, helping him sort out his inner self.

This act of kindness stopped Pang Jian from activating the two ancient demon scripts corresponding to Luan Ji and from contacting Luan Ji again.

However, Luan Ji, who had been in solitude for a long time as one of the Outer Realm Demons, great Demon Gods, naturally heard that many Mid-Rank Demon Gods were being coerced to join in the suppression of Yan Lie.

Voices also came from He Motian’s side.

Luan Ji didn’t care.

He had long positioned himself outside the power struggles of the Demon Gods, and had even left the Demon Realm to pursue his comprehension of the Forgotten Demon Path in other worlds.

Even He Motian, the nominal leader of the Demon Gods, couldn’t constrain him.

"Yuan Yi, the brutal Old Ape of the Ancient Demon Clan, and Long Di are competing for the Sovereign position. Will there be a new Sovereign born in the Misty Sea, Yuan Yi or Long Di?"

Through his Demonic God True Name, Luan Ji saw the battle between Pang Jian and Yuan Yi.

He marveled at the power of Pang Jian’s Primordial Spirit while pondering, "Whether it’s Yuan Yi or Nether Tribe’s Long Di, neither are characters I like."

"Perhaps..."

After pondering for a moment, Luan Ji took the initiative to send a psychic message to Pang Jian using his Demonic God True Name, "When you need it, I can cooperate with you in battle. I can use the Forgotten Demon Path I am proficient in against that Old Ape or Long Di."

"If you are willing to trust me."

...

Netherworld Prison Void.

The towering Pang Jian, whose height was unknown, looked down upon the hastily retracted arm of Yuan Yi and also looked at the Demonic Robe, which had been magnified a millionfold along with the expansion of his body.

The jet-black robe, draped over his multi-colored Primordial Spirit, complemented each other beautifully.

The Demonic Robe, which once obscured the sky of the Fifth Realm, had many ancient demon scripts in bright red twisting and turning, sometimes turning into ferocious Demon Gods, sometimes into Demonic Skills they were proficient in.

Many Demon Gods on the Demonic Robe were like imprisoned demons, firmly grasped by Pang Jian.

The True Names of great Demon Gods like Fahua and He Motian could also be targeted by Pang Jian to unleash Thunderous Lightning and injure both great Demon Gods instantly.

Luan Ji was the only exception.

It was this exception who at this moment took the initiative to send a message of demonic thought, surprising Pang Jian.

First, he heard Source Demon’s declaration of victory, knowing that the next target of the Source Demon was Yuan Hui, and then he heard the olive branch that Luan Ji willingly extended.

Hesitating for a moment, he replied, "Of course, I am definitely willing to trust you."

Luan Ji, afar in another Void world, just smiled faintly and said no more.

"Clack!"

Within the magnificent Metal Peak, a magnetic force arose once again, suctioning back all the splattered artifacts in one fell swoop.

Metal Peak returned to its original state, but the Ancient Demons were all dead.

Pang Jian’s constantly expanding Primordial Spirit finally stopped rising, suspended between heaven and earth.

Under the somewhat desolate star and moon radiance, his Primordial Spirit did not deliberately shine with blinding light, as if he were a God Spirit that had existed since ancient times in Netherworld Prison.

His Primordial Spirit was tall, majestic, full of dignity, and mysterious.

He seemed to be the sky of Netherworld Prison, the earth, and the sea.

The aura emanating from him encompassed the sun, stars, moons, Cold Ice, Thunderbolt, metal, wood, water, fire, earth, darkness, the multifaceted Demon Element Power, and vast and magical Soul Energy.

He represented the many marvels of Netherworld Prison that could be seen.

And these were spectacles that could never appear on Long Di or Bai Zi.

The surviving Netherworld Gods and powerful Nether Tribe warriors, looking up at his towering Primordial Spirit between heaven and earth, were as if gazing directly at the laws of Netherworld Prison itself.

"How strange, never has a leader of the Nether Tribe possessed such a complex and all-encompassing aura of the Great Tao."

"This feeling, it’s as if he is the only True God capable of dominating Netherworld Prison, the legendary entity that unifies the powers of the Netherworld God Leader and the Realm God, merging the authority of Heaven Forbidden and the Sea of Souls."

"Impossible, he’s a member of the Human Race from Purgatory! What right does he have to rule Netherworld Prison?"

"Perhaps, he has a special connection with us."

"..."

Unaware of the details, the Nether Gods and Nether Tribe warriors gazed at Pang Jian from different lands and Fragment Lands, secretly communicating with each other.

Their communicative language and inner voices all flowed through Pang Jian’s mind.

The thoughts and concerns of all beings born in this realm, Pang Jian could hear them.

Without effort!

And it was not just the Nether Tribe.

Even those from the Demon Clan, Sea Clan, and Ghost Clan who hadn’t left, their thoughts and feelings appeared naturally and were easily heard by Pang Jian.

"God Manifestation Realm."

Pang Jian squinted his eyes to appreciate the mystery, feeling as if he had become an all-knowing and all-powerful god of the Netherworld Prison, able to use all the powers of this world as well as harness the spiritual powers of all beings in battle.

Likewise, the life and death of those beings were within his one thought.

"Lightning Split."

Pang Jian uttered divine sounds.

These two characters passed through Thunder Pond, unleashing millions of traceable lightning bolts that darted through the activity area of the Ghost Clan God Spirits, instantly obliterating several low-rank gods of the Ghost Clan.

It happened in an instant.

The God Spirits of the Ghost Clan, who had followed Yuan Yi into Netherworld Realm to comprehend the divine skills of the Nether Tribe, didn’t even have time to cry for help before they were slain by the power displayed by Thunder Pond.

After this strike, a great sense of satisfaction and pleasure surged within Pang Jian’s heart.

The ability to control the life and death of all beings, to cause the fall of God Spirits with a single thought, and to have divine skills that could decide the outcome and laws of heaven and earth, gave him a feeling like he could do as he pleased in Netherworld.

This feeling was marvelous, and he enjoyed it immensely.

"Hmm!"

Meanwhile, Long Di within the "Gathering Divine Platform," his handsome yet slightly effeminate face revealed a look of grief and helplessness.

Long Di was feeling terrible.

The Spiritual Energy of this world, the core foundational laws, seemed to be drifting away from Him.

The authority He controlled, the power over the Nether Hell World, was being stripped away by another being and transferring from His hands to another’s.

To this world, He was beginning to feel like a stranger.

He had never wanted to leave Netherworld because He was familiar with everything in it and could exercise many special prerogatives therein.

Here, He was the strongest Netherworld God.

Here, He dared to fight any high god of the same level and even felt qualified to challenge the Sovereign.

All this was the tremendous confidence Nether Hell World had given Him, making Him feel and believe that He could.

Now, His confidence and self-assurance in Netherworld were being eroded by Pang Jian.

"Could it be that I should leave this world? Is a new master about to be born in Netherworld? And am I, of all people, not that one..."

An indescribable bitterness welled up in Long Di’s heart.

If he could turn back time, He would never have invited Pang Jian into Netherworld.

Even if Pang Jian had entered, He would not have wasted words and would have directly snuffed out Pang Jian’s life.

But there were no such things as ifs.

"Long Di, do you feel it?"

The ancient Sky-supporting Giant Ape, who had been silent since his arm was severely injured, quickly calmed down from his violent and ferocious state.

He looked at Pang Jian, his demonic body surrounded by waves of blood-colored light, which was actually shrinking progressively.

His fierce facial features, his sharp fangs, all disappeared without a trace.

"Long Di, only blame yourself for bringing a wolf into the house, allowing him to now strip the authority that should belong to you. Long Di, the powers and laws of Netherworld are converging upon him, and the world has abandoned you."

"To the world, now that it has a better choice than you, it will naturally take back what it has bestowed upon you."

"Long Di, as the leader of the Netherworld Gods, you really live a stifled life."

"..."

The Old Ape, originally so immense it terrified the world, transformed into a thin old man, his face covered in soft fur, his eyes filled with sympathy.

The Realm God Card turned into an ordinary copper card, grasped in His hand.

The boundless bloody world and all the Demon Gods within it, were also concealed from view.

He appeared harmless to humans and animals.

As if the brutal Giant Ape previously responsible for slaying countless Nether Gods and Nether Tribe members, shattering the land, and causing the deaths of innumerable creatures, was not Him at all.

He spoke with a serious expression, a face full of empathy, narrating Long Di’s misfortunes.

"My children, we have lost, and it is time for us to leave. In Netherworld, in this world, we won’t get any advantage. The birth of a new god and the fall of old gods, that’s the current theme of Netherworld."

"Let’s not get involved anymore."

He expressed a sense of defeat, waved his hand toward the luminous Boundary Wall, and signaled the invaders to withdraw.

"Long Di, may you reclaim what belongs to you, and then fight me fair and square."

The withered and thin Old Ape posed as if defeated, dispiritedly flying towards the Boundary Wall.

Above the "Gathering Divine Platform," Long Di, feeling the disconnection from the world, heard the Old Ape’s words, and his already chaotic mind shattered further.

"Long Di! Don’t believe His slander!" Bai Zi exclaimed.

Long Di kept silent.

He just looked at the Old Ape, watching as the Old Ape actually left Netherworld, directly passing through the Boundary Wall and out.

The Ancient Demon Clan army summoned by the Old Ape, the invading Realm Gods, and the low-rank gods, all strictly followed the Old Ape’s command and started retreating in droves.

The departure of the allied forces of the Alien Tribes from Netherworld seemed to declare the end of the war.

The surviving Nether Gods secretly sighed in relief, feeling as if a great calamity had finally passed.

Thus, when they looked at Pang Jian Yuan Shen again, their eyes were filled with undeniable reverence and... worship.

That sort of worship and awe was all too familiar to Long Di, because that’s how the Nether Gods used to look at Him.

"Is everything leaving me?" Long Di, head lowered, feeling the fading connection with the world, said: "I am the leader of this world, and I should always be."

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