The Purgatory Calamity-Chapter 948 - 907 Ruins of Fallen Gods

"Found it, my lord."

In the depths of a ruined ancient city, a Spirit Race Divine Spirit, carrying a long spear, knelt with his head raised, looking up at the meticulously carved statue of the Wisdom Goddess, his eyes filled with reverence.

The statue, made of fine jade, suddenly sparkled with a divine radiance in its eyes.

A vast will transmitted through the void transformed the statue suddenly into one of Fuya’s avatars as the jade material seemed to turn into living flesh and blood in an instant.

"Where did this news come from?"

Fuya asked in a gentle and calm voice.

"A Middle-level God of the Void Clan named Ziwu," the spear-carrying Spirit Race Divine Spirit began by explaining Ziwu’s findings, then continued, "the intentions from the God of the Void suggest that we, alongside God Luo, each deploy some Divine Spirits to step into the ’Illusory Dust Realm’ to annihilate the Human Race’s power entering from beyond the heavens."

"Tianyu is still the same, He cherishes His own people too much," Fuya said with a smile, nodding at ease, "You count some folks and have them cooperate with that one from the Void Clan named Ziwu."

"By the way, I will arrange another person to accompany you there."

"With Him involved, this battle is bound to be flawless."

"Illusory Dust Realm..."

Fuya murmured softly, information about this strange realm flowing through her mind.

Moments later, her smile became even more radiant, "I remember that near that realm, there is no place for those rats to hide."

"An abandoned land of desolation, indeed an excellent battlefield," the spear-carrying Divine Spirit agreed.

"You go prepare," Fuya waved her hand, a stream of Divine Consciousness withdrawing from the statue, which returned to being a half-dead object only capable of listening to the prayers of believers.

...

Dark Star.

"Holy God, there is news!"

The elegant demonic form of the Vermilion Bird Divine Bird, resting amidst a surging sea of fire, respectfully reported to Pang Lin, "One of the Void Clan accidentally discovered in the ’Illusory Dust Realm’ the movements of the lingering Human Race, gathering forces to go there."

"Understood."

The voice of Pang Lin came from the vast Divine Seat.

"Whoosh!"

Her Divine Aura, refined with Dark Divine Power into a Black Phoenix, turned into a beam of dark light and flew toward the Vermilion Bird Divine Bird, saying, "We’ll also step in."

"There is no Teleportation Array available for us in the Illusory Dust Realm and our relationship with the Void Clan is not good," the Vermilion Bird Divine Bird looked troubled, "Traveling from the Ancien Demon World to the Illusory Dust Realm without relying on spatial Divine Skills, we might not make it in time."

"The Illusionary Void Mirror is in my hands; why can’t we go over?" Pang Lin said calmly.

"Illusory Void Realm?" The Vermilion Bird Divine Bird suddenly leaped up, screeching, "Holy God, the long-lost Illusory Void Realm, it has been in your possession all along?"

"It has always been in my hands. Tianyu has been searching for this item for many years, partaking in the battle to kill me initially to obtain information about the Illusory Void Realm," Pang Lin scoffed coldly, "You go summon the Demon Gods, and have them prepare and then wait here."

"As you command!"

...

In the Ruin Domain.

Pang Jian sat in the God and Demon Origin Academy, which seemed both dreamlike and illusory, his Divine Consciousness merged with the hall, imprinting the deeply buried laws of life onto his own God Status.

Every minute, every second, he was analyzing the Law of Life, sorting through various truths about life.

Meanwhile, he multitasked, his senses still wandering in the Outer Star River.

Apart from using the God and Demon Origin Academy to channel abundant power into the World Tree to help the Human Race True Gods enhance their realms of cultivation, he was also searching for objects rich in Life Vitality.

After an unknown period, he sensed an awe-inspiring aura of life in a mysterious alien land.

It was a shattered Star River.

The stars were broken apart, the larger fragments like lands and the smaller like dust, Divine Platforms of various races, remains, and the scraps of Divine Artifacts were everywhere visible.

The sun and the moon, too, had died out, no longer emitting any light.

This place was clearly once a battlefield outside the heavens where numerous gods had gathered and a fierce battle had ensued.

His consciousness, drawn by the overwhelming alien power of life, crossed the Boundless Star River to this place, and upon the shattered stars, he saw countless brilliant traces of civilizations and the ruins of many temples and nations.

Here, there was also a shattered God and Demon Origin Academy, devoid of any trace of mysterious life force.

"What kind of place is this?"

Pang Jian was filled with astonishment.

His divine consciousness, like a ghost, drifted about the battlefield of the Outer Star River, searching for the oddity that had drawn him here.

"There definitely is something here."

He was certain that there had to be an object containing immense alien life power or a powerful creature hidden within this Outer Star River, but he was unable to easily sense it.

"Huh!"

The ghost-like consciousness, like an invisible wind, wandered everywhere, scattering its perception.

"What are you looking for?"

On the moon’s remnants, bereft of light, strange fluctuations suddenly rippled, and a shadowy figure slowly formed, speaking to the air, "I have always guarded this Ruins of Fallen Gods. Where do you come from? How did your consciousness break the seal and descend into the interior of the Ruins of Fallen Gods?"

The shadowy figure, refined by the complex forces of this place, turned into a gray-robed old man.

He did not appear to be a Divine Spirit, nor did he exhibit any signs of a fleshly body, like an illusion.

He had no skeletal or visceral characteristics, merely a vague and ethereal figure, unidentifiable by any race.

"Are you talking to me? Who are you?"

Pang Jian released his divine aura, maintaining a strong vigilance, experiencing a terrifying feeling that he could be erased by the other at any moment.

The Wisdom Goddess Fuya and Ling Yun, when they met in that Ghoul Hole, had never noticed his existence.

Yet this entity before him, not even a fleshly being, had found him shortly after his arrival, prompting Pang Jian to treat him with caution.

"Who am I?"

The gray-robed old man’s eye sockets were deeply sunken, no brilliance in his eyes, only dark and deep.

His limbs made no movements, maintaining a slightly stiff posture, and after a long contemplation, he answered seriously, "I cannot remember."

"All I know is that I am the guardian of the Ruins of Fallen Gods, part of this ancient relic."

"Perhaps, I am one of the fallen Divine Spirits, or maybe a mix of several Divine Spirits’ remnants. No past memories have lingered in my mind, my only task is to prevent any Divine Spirit from trespassing here again."

"And you, you have broken my seal and arrived in the realm I guard."

"Can you tell me where you come from?"

He did not provide a valuable answer, and after a series of vague statements, he instead questioned Pang Jian’s background.

"I come from the Mysterious Fog Sea, through a God and Demon Origin Academy, bringing my will here," Pang Jian contemplated for a moment before adding, "In these Ruins of Fallen Gods, it seems there is something drawing me, harboring unimaginable Divine Power."

"Oh, you are searching for the Life Crystal." The gray-robed old man chuckled softly, indifferently saying, "That Divine Crystal is indeed here, but it is not something you can touch. The Mysterious Fog Sea? It’s been a long time since anyone has mentioned that place, I vaguely remember that I also came from there."

Pang Jian was shaken.

Beings that have left the Misty Sea are almost exclusively powerful Divine Spirits, able to establish themselves in the Outer Star River and become the guardian of these Ruins of Fallen Gods, the other’s origins were certainly not trivial.

The Life Crystal?

Pang Jian pondered and pondered, but he did not know what it was.

Seeing that Pang Jian had no response, the old man pondered for a few seconds and then asked again, "The Mysterious Fog Sea has many ’Prison’ realms, which realm did you emerge from? What is your race?"

"Purgatory, Human Race," Pang Jian replied truthfully.

"Purgatory? Never heard of it, in my memories, there is no such ’Prison’ realm, nor is there any Human Race." The gray-robed old man was surprised and wondered, "How did the realms of the Mysterious Fog Sea increase from eleven to twelve?"

"Only eight remain now. Demon Prison, Spirit Prison, Wood Prison, Star Prison, all no longer exist. Purgatory must be the last realm formed," Pang Jian was somewhat shocked.

If the old man was not fabricating stories, he must be an ancient power from the Misty Sea, his history tracing back to ancient times.

"From twelve, to just eight remaining, eh?" The old man sighed deeply, suddenly sounding sorrowful, "It seems that in their competition, those above have always had the absolute upper hand."

"And I, I..."

He clutched his head in confusion, looking at the shattered Star River, and said, "It seems I am imprisoned here, forced to guard this place for them."

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