The Purgatory Calamity-Chapter 958 - 917: Desperate Situation

Ziwu felt a strong unease.

After leaving the spatial rift, He casually concealed his divine body towards another rift.

He replicated the process, attempting to reconnect with Tianyu and to re-observe the valley on the "Ethereal Star."

The result was always the same.

All the spatial rifts He and the Void Clan God Spirits had opened in the "Mysterious Dust Realm" seemed to be random crevices with no precise entrance or exit.

"Ling Xuan, Sir..."

Ziwu hesitated.

"Hmm?"

Ling Xuan was nonchalant, his gaze still fixed on Ling Yun.

He was already imagining the heights to which the Spirit Race’s status could soar once Ling Yun returned to the Dominator Realm.

The great catastrophe that erupted once every hundred thousand years signified another confrontation between the supreme will of the Outer Realm and the Mysterious Fog Sea.

Divine Kings were often created during such monumental cosmic disasters.

This time, it must be Fu Ya’s turn, right?

Ling Xuan weighed the options secretly.

Putting God Luo, God of the Void, and God of Destiny together, he felt that with Ling Yun’s help, Fu Ya, whom he admired, had the highest chance of becoming the Divine King.

Once Fu Ya became the Divine King and the Spirit Race had another sovereign like Ling Yun to protect them, the Spirit Race was destined to rise above all other races!

"The eternal glory of the Spirit Race will be forged in this era!"

Ling Xuan was intensely moved, completely oblivious to Ziwu’s unease.

"There seems to be a problem with the spatial rifts we created. I..." Ziwu steeled himself and whispered, "We might not be able to gather more God Spirits here."

Upon hearing this, Ling Xuan finally shifted his gaze, looking at him with confusion, "An accident? Or is it sabotage?"

"I’m not sure," Ziwu thought for a moment and earnestly replied, "Accidents do happen sometimes, encountering tidal waves of spatial light or large gatherings of void ghast lightning could destabilize the space."

"However, the chances of that are very slim."

"If it’s sabotage, among the current Star Domain, I can’t think of anyone who could interfere with the spatial rifts opened by our Spirit Race."

One after another, images of Alien God Spirits proficient in spatial laws who were not part of the Void Clan appeared in Ziwu’s mind.

He racked his brain but could not think of any Alien God Spirit daring to challenge them at this stage.

He represented more than just himself.

The hunt for the Infernal True God was approved by his clan leader, the Wisdom Goddess, and the God of Light, thus he represented the three great Sovereigns of the Outer Realm!

Who would dare cause trouble in the "Mysterious Dust Realm" and provoke the three Sovereigns?

"No need to worry."

Ling Xuan waved his hand, signifying that Ziwu should just watch, and smiled, "Whether or not other God Spirits arrive, all the True Gods from the Human Race will perish here. Perhaps it’s just an accident, you shouldn’t concern yourself too much, we just need to wait a moment."

"Perhaps." Ziwu spoke no further.

The Ancient God of Life Ling Yun was truly formidable.

With such an old monster presiding, not to mention the current Human True Gods, even if other supreme beings from the Misty Sea arrived, what waves could they possibly make?

Wasn’t that intensely vibrant "World Tree" being drained of all its nutrients by Ling Yun, left in a withered state?

How could an old generation Human True God like Lin Baixiang, whether recovered to his peak combat power or not, possibly be a match for Ling Yun?

In a war without suspense, why bother oneself unnecessarily?

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"In my time, the Misty Sea honored me. What significance do you people of the Human Race hold?"

Ling Yun scoffed and in the crimson heaven and earth on his palm, an evil ancient tree bathed in boundless blood-red light appeared.

The essence of life from the "World Tree," which He had assimilated into His own law of life, casually created a bloodthirsty tree filled with the spirit of slaughter.

"Go."

The malevolent tree emerged vibrantly from the heaven and earth in His palm and appeared above the heads of the old True Gods, its branches wrapped in dazzling bloodlight, suddenly shooting out.

The branches turned into flesh-and-blood sharp divine artifacts, with piercing howls filling the void.

Each branch, controlled by the law of life governed by Ling Yun, became an extension of Ling Yun’s divine body’s will.

A branch fell into Bai Hui’s "Nine Transformations of the Heavenly Stars" and exploded with a loud boom.

The branch shattered, dispersing a blood-red world filled with an overwhelming evil vitality, instantly enveloping the shooting stars of the divine scene.

In it, Jiuli Sect’s sage Bai Hui was directly transformed into a bloody, broken divine statue, all vitality plundered by the blood-red world.

"Boom!"

The spectacle of the godly archery collapsed.

So did Bai Hui of the Jiuli Sect.

Following Pei Lin and Dong Tianze, another Human True God perished.

"Surround and kill Ling Yun!"

Xuling let out a piercing scream, the deep sea condensed from sword light fluttered toward Ling Yun like a magnificent curtain.

His ethereal body reformed into a soul sword, ignoring spatial distances, and slashed over.

"Now that the secret of the Soul Sword has been exposed, do you still think to repeat the old trick?"

Ling Yun gave a wry smile and allowed the soul sword to drive straight into his mind, watching as it traveled through his brain.

In the vast and boundless expanse of his mind lay the spectacle of countless lives being born and vanishing like illusions.

A majestic and imposing hall of Divine Crystals radiated strong life magnetism resembling the towering and miraculous "God and Demon Origin Academy," majestically suspended in the high skies of the strange territory.

That was the God Status forged by Ling Yun!

"Whoosh!"

The God Status suddenly burst into dazzling brilliance, each ray intertwining with hundreds of life laws, doing as it pleased within Ling Yun’s mind, suppressing all foreign evil spirits’ invasions.

"Refining the Primordial Spirit into a sword? That is indeed interesting."

Ling Yun slightly tugged at the corner of his mouth, pinching between two fingers.

Between his fingers, the Bloodthirsty Blade, which had been suppressed in the Sword Tower for many years, suddenly appeared, its sword spirit immediately getting tainted and becoming a part of His body.

The Bloodthirsty Blade appeared like a streak of blood light in Ling Yun’s mind, crashing towards Xuling’s soul sword, exploding into a rain of sword light.

"Bang!"

Both the soul sword and the Bloodthirsty Blade shattered into pieces.

The laws of life from Ling Yun, in the form of divine lights, collected the droplets splashed from the soul sword and captured many of the Soul Secret Skill enlightened by Xuling.

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The blood-colored heaven and earth in the palm of Ling Yun’s other hand shone down on the sea of sword light, pressing downward.

Countless blood-colored crystals suddenly fell.

The vast and powerful wave of life magnetism exploded with the crystals, destroying the sea of sword light that held the true essence of Xuling’s sword Dao in an instant.

The Sword Deity Xuling, was also casually killed by Him.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

"Bang! Bang!"

Two more branches transformed into two pieces of blood-colored heaven and earth, striking down Qin He and Gao Han from the God Commencement Realm,

The few remaining powerhouses of the human race, including Fang Jiu, Lin Baixiang, and Huang Yin, died at the hands of Ling Yun, struggling futilely against the infiltration of those blood-colored territories.

With only Ling Yun, there was absolutely no need for a second God Spirit to intervene, seeing the situation could annihilate everyone present of the human race.

The pressure brought by Ling Yun was suffocating.

"Miss Li!"

Draped in a gown, Su Wenrou tried to disperse the highly toxic essence collected from various poisons to interfere with the life magnetism spread by Ling Yun, but found it futile.

The mixed toxins, with their different laws hidden inside, were trivially crushed by higher-level divine powers in the radiance.

Thereby, she could only place her hope on Li Yuqing, sorrowfully asking, "Can you foresee the future, do we... still have a future?"

"I can’t see, I see nothing."

Li Yuqing shook her head continuously, her ponytail swaying, her face filled with sorrow.

She gripped the sword handle tightly, the veins on the back of her hand stood out, her fingers as if trying to penetrate it, saying, "I still lack enough understanding of the Destiny Divine Power, and every time I foresee the future, it takes a long time to recuperate."

"In the Dark Cloud Star Region, I’ve already tried once, now I can’t see our future clearly."

"Perhaps, we won’t have a future anymore."

Ling Yun’s methods were indeed exaggerated, leaving everyone with no power to fight back.

Thinking of this Ancient God of Life, who represented the Mysterious Fog Sea in slaughtering this part of the Star River, she felt everyone’s future was utterly dim.

"How did Pang Jian overcome this demon in the Ruin Domain?" she couldn’t help thinking.

"Not a glimmer of hope for a turnaround, our realm gap with Him is too vast, not something that can be bridged overnight." Li Wang was filled with bitterness, nearly giving up the idea of a final battle.

Zhu Ji and Pu Zhaotian felt much the same.

Even Pei Lin and beings like the God Manifestation Realm, when raised by Ling Yun’s hand, were killed, the World Tree was also completely suppressed, and moreover, the opponent had many more God Spirits unengaged.

"In this battle, what shall we use to win?"

Even if they wanted to use some Alien God Spirits to cushion their fall without tarnishing the honor of the Infernal True God of the Purgatory Human Tribe, it seemed impossible now.

"Father..."

Inside the withering World Tree, Pang Ling’s tangible shadow appeared with an expression on the brink of tears.

He had a blind admiration for Pang Jian and always felt that only if Pang Jian came to the "Misty Strange Realm" personally, there might be a slight chance of making Ling Yun retreat.

But how could Pang Jian come over?

After merging with the old World Tree, he had recovered most of his long-lost memories, giving him a deep understanding of the situation in the Outer Star River.

He thought it through but couldn’t imagine how Pang Jian could arrive under such difficult circumstances.

Since he couldn’t come, even if Pang Jian’s mana reached the sky, what use would it be?

"The Realm God Cards of the Mysterious Fog Sea couldn’t bring my father here. Now that he is in the Mysterious Fog Sea and the current Teleportation Array is destroyed, there really isn’t even a sliver of possibility."

Gradually, Pang Ling felt incomplete.

The agony of being extensively plundered of Life Vitality and stripped of plants and Life Laws was unbearable.

But he was utterly helpless.

Ling Xuan grew increasingly calm, softly saying, "This battle will end very soon."

He was already considering how to deal with the Thunder God emerging in the Purgatory once he entered the Hall of Gods.

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