The Purgatory Calamity-Chapter 884 - 844: Twelve Prisons

Sharpen Blade Peak.

A group of Human True Gods from within Purgatory, having heard of Mu Qingya’s return, gathered together.

The Heavenly Wood Sword was a Sword God that resonated throughout Purgatory ten thousand years ago.

He was thousands of years older than Sword Gods like Lin Xuanqi, and once single-handedly fought his way into the Fifth Realm with his sword, instilling fear in the hearts of the strongest Alien Tribes.

His arrival uplifted figures like Li Wang, Pei Yishan, and Su Wenrou.

Because of the rise of the Ancient Demon Clan and the emergence of Demon Gods into the world, people who were restless in their daily lives finally sensed the strength of the older generation and hoped for guidance.

However, once Mu Qingya finished speaking and informed everyone about the predicament of True Gods in the outside world, they all fell silent again.

"Only nine left?"

Su Wenrou stood at the summit, her brows that had relaxed now furrowed with worry again, "Elder Mu, are you saying that of the True Gods who have broken through the Heaven Forbidden and left Purgatory over the years, only nine remain?"

"I too wish to deceive you, to tell you it’s not the case, but..." placing a small wooden sword on his knee, Mu Qingya sat on the ground, looking towards the numerous Sword Spirits emerging from the windows of Sword Tower, and with a sorrowful expression said, "Our situation in the Outer Star River is truly, truly not good."

To avoid being wiped out in one fell swoop, the remaining Human True Gods had no choice but to scatter across different Star Domains.

Every hundred years or even longer, they would only meet after being summoned by Lin Baixiang.

Each time they met, their numbers had dwindled.

Fully aware that the younger generation in Purgatory pinned their hopes on them, seeking comfort and spiritual support through them, Mu Qingya just couldn’t provide it.

Gazing at the hopeful faces and feeling their helplessness, Mu Qingya wished he could just leave Purgatory.

"It’s our incompetence that has failed your trust."

With a wry smile, Mu Qingya said to them, "Before the Hall of Gods was destroyed, we had a period of glory where many of us reached the God Manifestation Realm."

"During that phase, we were dozens in number and extremely powerful, making a name and displaying our brilliance across numerous worlds."

"Unfortunately, it didn’t last long."

Shaking his head, the Sword Tower elder who was known outside as the Bronze-faced God lamented, "I’m a junior, and I don’t know why those leaders insisted on destroying the Hall of Gods. Since those leading the charge have been hunted to death, I don’t know the reason either."

"The only one who might still know the truth now is probably Pang Qi from the previous generation of Purgatory, but Pang Qi has also been missing for a long time."

"So, don’t ask me."

Having said all this, Mu Qingya turned his gaze toward a golden bee.

"Do you have a way to communicate with those nine surviving gods?" the bee asked.

The voice belonged to Pang Jian.

Not long after Mu Qingya entered the Purgatory World, Pang Jian entrusted a wisp of his Divine Consciousness inside the bee to accompany him to the ruins of the Sword Tower in the First Realm.

On the way, the two had communicated a lot.

Pang Jian was nearly up to speed on the current state of affairs and the issues faced by the Human True Gods in the Outer Star River.

The reason the Human Race was barely clinging to existence, the reason they had to flee hither and thither, ultimately came down to the Human Race not being strong enough.

——Because no one had reached the God Dominion Realm.

Only with the emergence of the God Dominion Realm would there be a chance to fight against the Sovereign and turn the tide!

Without a power that the Sovereign feared hurting like handling a rat, as long as those Sovereigns wished, they could continue to oppress the Human True Gods wandering in the Outer Star River, preventing them from showing themselves openly.

If they did show themselves, they would face the siege of many Alien God Spirits.

"If it weren’t for the crisis in Purgatory, I should have attended the council too," Mu Qingya pondered a method and said, "I’m inside Purgatory, and I’m not sure if I can communicate with them. But once outside, in the vast Star River, I naturally have a way to contact them."

"Elder Mu, please find a way to reach them. Whatever they lack, I should be able to find it for them," the bee spoke with Pang Jian’s voice.

"That requires a massive amount of materials, a lot of divine medicines and Spiritual Treasures, you?" Mu Qingya was surprised.

"In the Misty Sea, there are many ’Prison’ Worlds. Each ’Prison’ World has different marvels and treasures. I can now command several Realm Gods in the Misty Sea to obey me," Pang Jian said indifferently.

At these words, because of Mu Qingya’s presence, the expressions of the strong figures around them changed quietly.

Had Pang Jian already integrated the Misty Sea Realm Gods?

What did this imply?

The many "Prison" Worlds in the Misty Sea were not only accessible at will to Pang Jian, but he could also control various locations through those Realm Gods, gathering the resources and treasures he desired.

"You, you couldn’t have integrated all of Misty Sea World, could you?" Mu Qingya was also shocked.

Even at their strongest, the Nether Tribe never dared to boast of conquering the entire world of Misty Sea.

At the very least, Purgatory and Thunder Prison remained realms the Nether Tribe could not breach.

In Purgatory, the Nether Gods of the Nether Tribe couldn’t enter, and in Thunder Prison, the Thunder God dared not.

For years, the Nether Tribe, who tirelessly viewed Misty Sea World as a battlefield and strove for it, could not accomplish this feat. Could Pang Jian have succeeded?

"Almost." Pang Jian replied with a buzz of a bee.

Li Wang, Zhu Ji, Pei Yishan, Su Wenrou, these True Gods, knowing Pang Jian was not the sort to make empty boasts, each felt awe and shock.

Li Wang, who had been somewhat critical of Pang Jian lately due to the quieting of the "Sky-reaching Catastrophe Formation," demanded, "Pang Jian, with the current breakdown of Heaven and Earth Laws, is it possible for our Human Race to migrate to other ’Prison’ Worlds?"

After a moment’s thought, Pang Jian said, "There shouldn’t be any problem."

"In that case, should the Filth Alien Power spread one day, we’ll negotiate with the Ancient Demons and choose another world for survival!" Li Wang thought expansively, his eyes bright with enthusiasm, "Dark Prison, Thunder Prison, whatever Demon Prison, Ghost Prison, we could branch out in these worlds first!"

Mu Qingya was taken aback and said, "You really dare to think big."

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Seventh Layer of Purgatory.

Pang Jian’s true form became immensely towering, his skin mixed with Fine Gold and the Alien Power of life. When flexible, it could contract by billions of times, and when hard, it was like wearing Divine Armor crafted from the Source of Metal Essence.

At this moment, he was feeling the strangeness of his God Status and comprehending the changes in his realm.

High God realm, he had successfully forged.

"Hiss! Hiss hiss!"

In front of him, doors to other spaces appeared out of the void.

Each door led to a Realm God of a ’Prison’ World, some in their own worlds, others somewhere in Misty Sea or the Outer Star River.

"Netherworld Prison, Demon Prison, Ghost Prison, Dark Prison, Thunder Prison, Fire Prison, Sky Prison..."

Pang Jian silently counted, sensing twelve Realm God Cards, but less than twelve Realm Gods were perceivable.

Netherworld Prison’s Bai Zi, Demon Prison’s Fahua, and Sky Prison’s Yu Hang—the three Realm Gods were alive.

The Realm God of Ghost Prison had fallen, the Realm Gods of Dark Prison and Thunder Prison were absent, Fire Prison’s Fire Thorn had died, and Demon Prison was entirely destroyed.

The ’Prison’ Worlds totaled twelve, but only eight still existed.

Of the eight surviving ’Prison’ Worlds, only he, Bai Zi, Fahua, and Sky Prison’s Yu Hang were living Realm Gods.

The other four obliterated ’Prison’ Worlds were Demon Prison, Wood Prison, Star Prison, and Spirit Prison.

Four much older worlds had disappeared for unknown reasons, becoming undetectable.

Yet all four lost Realm God Cards had found new owners; Ancient Demons’ Yuan Yi held one, currently in Thunder Prison and staying on the summit of Thunder God Mountain with Pang Lin.

The Realm God Card corresponding to Wood Prison was in a cold and lifeless space of the Outer Star River.

A huge withered ancient tree, its branches piercing through seven stars, lay dead along with the stars.

A low-key Wood Tribe Person rested in the roots of this silent ancient tree, lying in a tree hollow, deep in an endless slumber.

In a highly civilized Star River, a refined member of the Star Tribe, wearing a clean white robe and a Realm God Card on their chest, was imparting the Mysteries of the Stars to peers aspiring to be Star Gods.

Also within Misty Sea.

In the dazzling radiance of the Light Divine Power, a Realm God Tablet gleamed from within the sleeve of the Wisdom Goddess, Fuya.

Under the suppression of the Light Divine Power of Luo, Fuya’s Realm God Tablet, whose presence she had sealed and concealed, was now revealed to Pang Jian’s perception.

Ghost Prison, Dark Prison, Thunder Prison, Fire Prison, these four ’Prison’ Worlds are still alive, but their Realm Gods are dead.

Demon Prison, Wood Prison, Star Domain, Spirit Prison, the prisons are destroyed, yet surprisingly, the Realm God Cards all have new masters.

"Fuya!"

Upon seeing the true form of the Wisdom Goddess at that moment, Pang Jian immediately understood why he had managed to escape gracefully without facing the interception of Fuya’s true form.

It turned out, it was Hongyan who had appeared, entangling Fuya’s true self, allowing him to avoid a catastrophe.

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