The Purgatory Calamity-Chapter 883 - 843: The Situation of the True God Beyond the Heavens

Chapter 883: Chapter 843: The Situation of the True God Beyond the Heavens

Outer, unknown star domain.

Among many dim and silent stars, there is an area perennially shrouded in dust and mysterious fog, rarely visited by anyone.

There are no abundant resources here, no mining areas, and the energy from the Star River is extremely sparse, which is why it attracts no attention.

On those silent stars, there are also no traces of any living beings, as if it were a realm abandoned by the god spirits.

Within the fog, the terrain is rugged with rocks floating in a dust-filled void.

Suddenly, a strong spatial fluctuation emerged above a massive gray-white rock, quickly forming a narrow, blade-like spatial rift.

"Swoosh! Swoosh swoosh!"

Numerous figures with distinctive appearances, seemingly from different tribes, escaped one by one through the spatial rift.

They hailed from different star domains and worlds.

Yet, upon arriving at this gray-white rock, they immediately used their qi and blood divine skills to change their bones, physiques, skin, and facial features, all transforming into the form of the human race.

These individuals knew each other well. A glance at one another brought sighs and expressions of melancholy, their faces heavy with thoughts.

"Elder Lin, your condition seems to have worsened."

Du Tianyan, who was once a robust man, had now shrunk to half his size. He clasped his hands towards Lin Baixiang, who was sitting down wearily, and said, "Another century has passed, and we’re down to just nine of us."

"Not having perished in the Outer realm counts as a victory." Lin Baixiang, whose long white eyebrows hung naturally like slender white dragons on both sides of his face, coughed a few times while speaking, showing a deficiency in qi and blood.

He glanced at the newcomers with turbid eyes and then asked Xuling, who also came from the Sword Tower, "How have you been recently?"

The elegant Sword Deity Xuling, who had just appeared in the form of a member of the Ghost Clan but had now reverted to his true appearance, said with a bitter smile, "The star domain I frequent is under the rule of the Wisdom Goddess Fuya’s Spirit Race domain, so I’m often searched for by high gods of the Spirit Race and dare not reveal my powers."

"After advancing to the God Manifestation Realm, I barely stabilized my realm without the support of divine medicines and spiritual treasures."

Xuling sighed and said, "I’m still in a relatively good condition. And you, elder... has your injury still not healed?"

Lin Baixiang, pinching one of his long eyebrows, smiled nonchalantly and said, "I’m afraid it will be difficult to fully recover."

Like him, like Du Tianyan, like Xuling, the Human True Gods from the Outer realm had long learned to adjust their bones and organs to disguise themselves as members of alien tribes to operate.

Unless they encountered another god spirit of equal or greater strength, their identities were unlikely to be exposed.

Most of the time, exposure of their identity meant... death.

In the Outer realm, among the four sovereigns, except for the God of Destiny who paid no heed to tribal conflicts, the other three sovereigns had a tacit understanding when it came to handling the True Gods of the human race.

Whenever Human True Gods appeared, they would command their subordinates to annihilate them, with God Luo being the most relentless.

Following the demise of their original leader, the Human True Gods active in the Outer realm had been losing comrades periodically.

From an initial group of several dozen, they were now reduced to just nine, with the number of Human True Gods dwindling more and more.

In later eras, many arrangements left by the Outer Realm’s god spirits beyond Purgatory in the Star River meant that those who had barely escaped the Prison of Heaven and Earth found themselves directly obliterated on leaving Purgatory.

To leave Purgatory was to face a sure death.

With no new True Gods departing, the older generation of True Gods, like rats fleeing across the street, targeted by those god spirits from the Outer realm, resulted in the current dire situation.

Lacking abundant cultivation resources and daring not reveal their identities, they could only live in hiding, barely subsisting.

"The once-in-a-hundred-thousand-year cataclysm has started within the Misty Sea." Du Tianyan, who occasionally ventured deep into the Mysterious Fog, leaned against a rock and said somberly, "Once the cataclysm begins, all the Prison of Heaven and Earth realms will be affected; it’s hard to know how our homeland will fare."

"Purgatory..."

Many Human True Gods showed expressions of reminiscence.

Before they broke free from the Heavenly Ban, they were the strongest beings in the Purgatory World, rulers of top factions, famous and celebrated.

They never imagined that setting out from Purgatory to traverse the Boundless Star River would ultimately lead to their current plight.

The surviving True Gods still do not understand why their original leader was so intent on destroying the Hall of Gods, inciting the fury of the sovereigns of the Outer realm, who then regarded the humans from Purgatory as a malignant tumor.

With their leader fallen, they could not find answers; they could only continue to hide.

"The God of Light, the Wisdom Goddess, seems to have gone to that part of the Star River above the Misty Sea."

Pei Lin, who came from the Desolated Terrains, now a practitioner of the God Commencement Realm, was quite well-informed. He said, "I’ve been hiding in a Demon Realm, feigning worship of a Demon God, and I’ve recently obtained quite a bit of information."

Under everyone’s astonished gaze, Pei Lin spoke of an alien entity called Source Demon that had escaped from Purgatory World and roamed about hunting Demon Gods to enhance its power.

"Source Demon..." Xuling appeared somewhat moved and said, "If I’m not mistaken, He should be the Origin Demon Sword from the Sword Tower. Who released Him, letting Him ascend to a Demon God and break free from Purgatory?"

"It was also a disciple of your Sword Tower, named Pang Jian, who seems... to have become a True God," Pei Lin explained.

"Hmm!"

Lin Baixiang appeared somewhat excited and smilingly said, "After a few of us stepped out of Purgatory, I heard that the Sword Tower, having lost a True God, was forced to fall to the Second Realm."

"Heh, with a junior like Pang Jian becoming a god, my Sword Tower should be able to return to our ancestral land."

This was indeed some rare good news in recent years.

"The great calamity has arrived, yet we can’t lend a hand. If this continues, we will one by one gradually fade into silence," Du Tianyan said with a frown, "What I fear more is trouble in our homeland, the Alien Tribes supported by Alien God Spirits could transform Purgatory and we, the Human Race, might eventually lose even our foundation."

With these words, all the True Gods of the Human Race still remaining outside felt disheartened.

After a long pause.

"We lack resources and also lack a presence in the God Dominion Realm," Lin Baixiang said as he looked around, "The few who initially had hopes of reaching the God Dominion Realm perished during the destruction of the Hall of Gods. Later, several tried and all invariably died in failure, which dealt us a heavy blow."

"This new era, this calamitous outbreak every hundred thousand years, might be our opportunity," Lin Baixiang said, his gaze sweeping across Du Tianyan, Xuling, and Pei Lin, all True Gods from outside, hoping, "Among you, if anyone can successfully reach the God Dominion Realm, we still have hope."

"Elder Lin, you should have been the most hopeful," Pei Lin exclaimed softly.

Lin Baixiang shook his head with a bitter smile, "I’m too badly injured, even healing is impossible, let alone reaching the God Dominion Realm."

"Perhaps in our homeland, a new generation might emerge brilliantly, to help us break this boundary constraint," Xuling murmured.

"Difficult, as difficult as reaching the heavens."

"With the gods of the Star River stationed above the Misty Sea, leaving means a certain death, who could escape the disaster?"

"Xuling, you dream too much."

The crowd spoke over each other, no one believing that in this era, newcomers in Purgatory could create miracles.

...

Purgatory, First Realm.

Xi Rang Continent, former site of Sword Tower.

A handsome man with black hair and eyes, whose eyebrows conveyed a rebellious flair, stood below a nine-story tower hanging upside down, a wooden sword at his waist, holding a bronze mask in one hand.

"Sword Tower! We have finally come home!"

In the wooden sword, the Sword Command emitted a quivering, famous sound.

"Mu Qingya!"

"Heavenly Wood Sword!"

On the ground floor of the Sword Tower, fat and thin elders, along with a sword spirit named Mrs. Feng, all appeared suddenly from the open window, looking at this unexpected guest.

Mu Qingya, known as the Heavenly Wood Sword, was a Sword God who had escaped from Purgatory.

He was also an ancestor of the Mu Aichuan lineage.

After thousands of years, this elder Sword God reappeared at the Sword Tower, instantly causing a sensation.

Pu Zhaotian, along with Guanghe, Wang Ce, and Yao Junhong-like elders of the Sword Tower, no matter what they were doing, all rushed back immediately.

Before long, everyone gathered at the earlier Sharpen Blade Peak, standing before Mu Qingya.

"Pu Zhaotian, right? Pang Jian, is he the disciple you took in?"

In the Outer Star River, Mu Qingya, who had concealed his identity as the Bronze-faced God, gazed meaningfully at the current Tower Master.

Pu Zhaotian grinned, "Yes, he’s my disciple."

Mu Qingya nodded and said, "You’ve taken a good disciple indeed."

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