The Purgatory Calamity-Chapter 874 - 834

In the Misty Sea, a Realm God Card whistled through the air like lightning.

Yan Lie, of the Flame Clan, stood on the Realm God Card, his expression calm as he surveyed the surroundings.

Countless golden specks of light quietly flew out from between the brows of "Huoji," fluttering through the fog like nimble sparrows or swallows before suddenly vanishing from sight.

"Fu Ya."

Pang Jian, possessing Huoji’s body, remained vigilant.

He knew that the location where his Primordial Spirit lost contact should be somewhere in the nearby Misty Sea.

At the moment, the powerful beings surrounding his Primordial Spirit were still only Mou Qi and other High Gods.

Just High Gods—that’s all. With the Demonic Robe in hand, the Thunder Pond, and the formidable Divine Body he was tempering, he now had great confidence in overcoming them.

Suddenly!

"Huoji!"

A towering and immense God Spirit sank down from the dense fog above, abruptly appearing before his eyes.

"I received your message, I hear you intend to pledge allegiance under God Luo?"

The God Spirit that suddenly appeared was none other than Pang Jian’s old friend, Fire God Yan Lie!

On the surface of His body at that moment, there were veins like the sap of flames, seemingly fostering Flame Spirits within.

A boiling volcano, emitting fierce flames, stood proudly behind Him in the Misty Sea.

The flames poured down, falling on His tall and expansive Divine Body, nourishing His flesh and soul.

Compared to his state inside Purgatory, the Divine Aura and Divine Power released by Yan Lie now were countless times stronger!

The land of flames in Purgatory, even if Yan Lie had harvested all the flame energy and fire water within, this High God would not have been able to restore his full wartime strength.

Yet, having just emerged from Purgatory not long ago, He had regained his peak fighting power with the help of God Luo!

As He stood amidst the fog, His fire Divine Realm naturally spread outward, extending continuously.

The fog hissed, but its corrosive effect on Him was almost negligible.

A High God like Him, able to linger in the depths of the Misty Sea, faced little impact other than the inability to draw power from the stars of fire to replenish his strength promptly.

"Yan Lie..."

Pang Jian, inhabiting Huoji’s body, felt the scorching heat hitting his face and thought to himself what a coincidence.

"Sir Yan Lie, recently High Gods from the Spirit Race have been appearing near our Fire Prison, have you received any news?"

Suppressing his urgency, Pang Jian concealed his own aura and communicated with Yan Lie through Huoji’s body: "Lord, the inherent laws of the Prison of Heaven and Earth are shattering, and external spirits will soon be able to enter continuously."

"It is the same for the Netherworld Prison, Purgatory, and our Fire Prison."

"Within the Fire Prison, there are many from the Flame Clan like myself, and you too are of the Flame Clan."

"The High Gods of the Spirit Race are active near our Fire Prison, likely planning to conquer it. I ventured out to determine the intentions of the Spirit Race."

Pang Jian rambled, making things up while searching Huoji’s memory for the messages he and Yan Lie had exchanged.

"Spirit Race? High Gods?"

"Mou Qi?"

Yan Lie snorted, saying, "I’ll help you look for it. Huoji, seeing as you are also a God Spirit of the Flame Clan, I might as well help you make an introduction."

"However..."

Furrowing his brow, Yan Lie continued, "Your God Spirit level is too low. If you don’t have anything special about you, it will be difficult to win the favor of the Lord. In recent years, the divinities that Lord has been willing to accept are almost all High Gods."

"I’ll give it a try," Pang Jian said.

At that moment, a fragment of His Divine Consciousness belonging to him flew through the Misty Sea for half a day, finally catching sight of the silently flowing "River of Wisdom" and the battle scene encircled by the river.

In the heart of the "River of Wisdom," serpent-like with its ends connected, the fog was cleared, not a wisp remained.

Mou Qi, Cang Feng, and Mu Ya, three great spirits, were joining hands to besiege his Primordial Spirit.

Separated by that "River of Wisdom," the Divine Consciousness coming from Pang Jian’s original body could not establish any contact with the Primordial Spirit.

"Sir Yan Lie, I see the Spirit Race’s High Gods!"

"Huoji" controlled the Realm God Card, flying away rapidly.

...

Elsewhere.

Another fragment of Pang Jian’s Divine Consciousness witnessed the pieces of Fragment Land that the Stone Eater had split off being bound by hemp rope-like streams of light, as they were being restacked one by one.

Further away, new pieces of Fragment Land were striking invisible barriers as they passed by.

As soon as a Fragment Land stopped, blue-black streams of light that looked like hemp rope enveloped it, dragging it towards the fragmented body of the Stone Eater.

...

In the nearby Misty Sea as well.

"I told you, the master you followed before had no power to elevate you to level thirteen," came a voice.

"But I can," it assured.

Streams of blue-black Divine Shadows flitted through the Misty Sea like phantoms, scouring for the Stone Eater’s smaller form.

Each Divine Shadow was an extension of Fu Ya’s Spiritual Soul.

"Eh."

One of those blue-black Divine Shadows noticed a fleck of golden gleam.

"Swoosh!"

The shadow suddenly materialized into a woman with a serene smile in her eyes, exuding a gentle and generous aura, dressed in a loose blue-black robe, with exquisite features.

She reached out her fair jade hand and gently touched the point of golden gleam.

Under her Divine Power, the golden gleam was deciphered, revealing the essence inside, transforming into an illusory golden insect.

"Ming Prison Soul Bee, golden."

The woman smiled delicately, and deep within her lucid eyes shone an image of Mou Qi targeting Pang Jian Yuan Shen.

In the image, Mou Qi was turning a magic sphere, pulling on the soul thread that Pang Jian used to sense the outside world.

"No," she gently shook her head, with great confidence said, "It’s not the Divine Sense released by this Primordial Spirit. Inside the ’River of Wisdom’ I created, not a single thread of his Divine Sense can fly out."

"As soon as it touches it, I will sense it."

"So..."

The woman’s mood brightened into a smile, "so this is killing two birds with one stone. Besides the Primordial Spirit, even his true body has gotten involved."

"Excellent!"

The materialized woman abruptly vanished.

The pinpoint of golden light that she traced back to its origin disappeared silently, and Pang Jian was none the wiser.

...

"Pang Jian!"

Out in the Misty Sea beyond the "River of Wisdom," Yan Lie, led by "Huoji," saw the familiar, vibrantly colorful body and reacted even more intensely than when he had seen Mou Qi.

"You actually dared to come out of Purgatory!"

Yan Lie, forced out of the Purgatory World, saw his pupils flash crimson immediately.

A suit of armor that cast out flames and a hot-iron red long knife appeared instantly on Yan Lie’s body and in his hand.

"Yan Lie! Do not cross the River of Wisdom!"

Cang Feng bellowed angrily, reprimanding loudly, "Pang Jian is our lord’s chosen prey, don’t interfere with our master’s plans!"

Mou Qi’s face darkened, and he turned his head to look at Yan Lie, whose divine armor had ignited, feeling the waves of heat rolling towards him, and he cursed, "Yan Lie, our lord is nearby, don’t mess this up!"

"Yan Lie! Get back!"

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