Trials of the Abyss-Chapter 951: Destroying the Hall of Gods

No human had ever reached the heights of Sovereignhood or the equivalent Exalted God Realm.

Pang Jian's ascension sent a surge of morale through the ranks.

There was a time when the True Gods of the human race could freely step out from the Abyss to explore the boundless starry skies. For reasons now lost to history, they had destroyed the Hall of Gods, and in doing so, plunged themselves into a desperate situation.

The Outer Gods had hunted them, and they had no way to defend themselves because the human race lacked a Sovereign-level powerhouse.

Back then, the True Gods were many in number, their strength nearly on par with the Fey Gods. They were renowned even in the starry skies and had earned the respect of many races.

However, unable to defend against the wrath of the Sovereigns, they had inevitably suffered devastating blows.

If—if back then... Lin Baixiang could not help but wonder if history would have turned out differently if Pang Jian had been there to lead the True Gods back then.

"It came too many years late to save our comrades, but at least the human race has not been wiped out," Mu Qingya said, his voice trembling with excitement. "We still have a chance!"

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"Li Wang!"

"Li Zhaotian!"

"Sect Master Su!"

Those watching from inside the Abyss cried out in astonishment.

None of them had expected the missing True Gods to appear through a spatial rift in the starry region above.

The Duke of Thunder stared at a petite figure, stunned. "It's Pang Lin! She used the Void Race's ancestral artifact to bridge the starry regions and bring them here."

"Pang Lin?"

"She's Pang Lin? That little girl from the Pure Land Sect?"

"She's the heir of the Celestial Phoenix's legacy, right?"

Speculation rose in a clamor from every corner of the Abyss.

Many still did not know Pang Lin's true origins, believing her only to be the heir of the Celestial Phoenix's legacy and the last disciple of Su Wanrou.

"She's that Black Empyrean Phoenix!" Great Demon God Fa Ji grinned wildly, looking ready to tear through the barrier.

He had already spotted Luan Ji, He Motian, Tian Wei, and Qi Ling within the greenish-black canopy formed from Demonheaven's cloak, and just like the four Great Demon Gods, he too could not help but look forward to the future.

"The Demon Races will flourish!" Glancing at the Primordial Demon, Fa Ji laughed. "Luan Ji truly has great foresight. Time and again, he stood by Pang Jian, securing us a grand future!"

The Primordial Demon paid no heed to his words, his face devoid of expression.

If Pang Jian throws his full weight behind the Abyssal Demon...

Waves of turmoil churned uneasily within him.

With Pang Jian's help, it actually seemed possible for the Abyssal Demon to succeed in subsuming the Primordial Demon and seizing his rightful place as a Sovereign.

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"A Rank Thirteen World Tree!"

"High-ranking Fey Gods!"

"Lin Baixiang of the human race!"

"Mu Qingya!"

"Du Tianyan!"

The spectacle above left the mighty beings from the abysses in shock.

The bridging of the two starry regions, the emergence of a World Tree, the arrival of the Fey Gods, and the return of numerous True Gods, all set their blood ablaze.

Not long ago, the battlefield had been under the command of two Sovereigns. They had led the Outer Gods in an invasion against the Abyss within the bizarre mist.

Fortunately, Pang Jian had turned the tables, slaughtering all the invading Outer Gods besides the Sovereigns.

Now, high-ranking Fey Gods, a World Tree, and many True Gods had appeared, forming an encirclement as if to hunt down the two Sovereigns.

The denizens of the abysses could not help but wonder if the Black Empyrean Phoenix's words were true.

Perhaps, after years of accumulation, the will of the bizarre mist had truly gathered enough strength to break free of its confines and strike the starry skies beyond!

***

A wave of relief washed over Pang Jian at the sight of Dong Tianze, Pang Lin, his master, and the others.

They're back. All of them are back.

Pang Jian's spirits soared. Their disadvantage on the battlefield had been completely overturned.

A suffocating pressure had weighed down on him ever since Fu Ya and Luo Hongyan had arrived in the Primordial Chaos Starry Region, armed with the Hall of Gods and an army of Outer Gods behind them. He had been convinced that the Abyss was on the verge of destruction.

If the Hall of Gods were to be fully restored using the Heaven Ascension Tribulation Pillars in the Fifth World, all the abysses would be destroyed. That crushing weight had never left him.

He had struggled desperately, gathering strength within the Ruin Realm, seeking breakthroughs, all for the sake of breaking the deadlock and ensuring the Abyss would not crumble.

When the Hall of Gods first launched its attack, he had felt the sting of his own inadequacy, the insufficiency of his cultivation realm. When Fu Ya unleashed her divine techniques, splitting her soul to create projections of Outer Gods and fusing their retained Daos into divine radiance, he had even tasted despair.

The turning point came with the ascension of several Fey Gods and his physical body's breakthrough into Sovereignhood.

A higher cultivation realm and greater power are the keys to securing our foothold!

Pang Jian's heart swelled with resolve.

The twelve divine artifacts, formed from the twelve World God Pendants with the help of the Dao Source of Metal, continued their relentless assault on the Hall of Gods.

Cracks webbed further across its walls, tearing wider and deeper with every attack.

Through the chaos, Pang Jian could faintly hear the cheers of the beings in the bizarre mist. Streams of Faith flowed from the eight surviving abysses and into Pang Jian's sea of consciousness.

That Faith transformed into divine sense, anchoring and solidifying his newly attained cultivation realm.

"Rise!"

Divine sense surged from Pang Jian like an invisible hand, hurtling all twelve divine artifacts and Yan Hao's skull toward the Hall of Gods.

The massive skull, wreathed in blazing light, flared with interwoven tongues of fire. Phantom images of great suns appeared in its hollow eye sockets.

Nine Suns Strike the Heavens can be unleashed through this skull!

In Pang Jian's perception, the skull had become a blazing sun, wrapped in fire and the ultimate Dao of Sun. Its might was beyond imagination, and its radiance surpassed even the twelve divine artifacts.

The God King's skull shot past the divine artifacts, heading straight for the Hall of Gods.

Even Fu Ya, the Sovereign of Wisdom, was forced to retreat, withdrawing to the farthest edge of the battlefield.

The skull struck the Hall of Gods.

Already weakened from the relentless bombardment of the twelve divine artifacts, the Hall of Gods instantly collapsed, shattering into fragments of stone and light.

The debris streaked across the starry region like a meteor shower before sinking into the bizarre mist below.

"The Hall of Gods is destroyed!"

"Pang Jian has shattered the Hall of Gods!"

Thunderous cheers erupted from the abysses within the bizarre mist.

True Gods like Li Zhaotian, Dong Tianze, Lin Baixiang, along with powerhouses like Fa Ji, Xing Huan, the Duke of Thunder, and Long Di, were scarcely able to believe their eyes.

Pang Jian had single-handedly destroyed the Hall of Gods. This feat would undoubtedly cause his name to echo through the ages, etched forever in the memories of those from the bizarre mist and the starry skies alike.