The Purgatory Calamity-Chapter 850 - 810: The Gathering of the Strong

Outer Star River.

On a star emitting a dim yellow light, Mou Qi revealed a relieved smile and said, "You two have finally come."

In front of the palace forcibly occupied by Him, nine Middle-level Gods of the Spirit Race bowed deeply to the two individuals from afar.

"Lord Cang Feng!"

"Lady Mu Ya!"

The nine divine spirits of the Spirit Race who had arrived earlier had their faces filled with genuine respect, meticulously performing their greetings.

Clothed in bright silver armor, with a tall and burly figure, Cang Feng, who sported a beard, had a rough and bold demeanor.

He strode forward a few steps, chuckled, and patted Mou Qi’s shoulder, teasing, "What? Can’t you even handle a woman with no background like Han Yi?"

Mou Qi forced a smile. "She has a background now."

"Before being favored by God Luo, she spent many years alone; you couldn’t take her down?" Cang Feng grinned and mocked, pointing to a woman in a black robe behind him, "Mu Ya is a High God, much higher in status than Han Yi, yet she submits well to me."

Mu Ya, with her dazzlingly white skin, glared at Him and said, "If it weren’t for the fact that I encountered danger while exploring a Forbidden Land and you happened to save me, I wouldn’t have bothered with you."

"Haha!" Cang Feng laughed proudly, his voice echoing across the entire star, "In any case, Mu Ya is now my woman!"

"We know you’re formidable, okay?" Mou Qi snorted, paused to think, and then said, "You two, would you like to go pay respects to God Luo?"

"No need." Cang Feng shook his head, frowning as he spoke, "He’s not the one I serve loyalty to; I have no reason to pay Him respects right after arriving."

"Furthermore..."

Cang Feng dragged out his voice, deliberately hanging Mou Qi’s curiosity, and only when Mou Qi grew impatient, he then said, "Our master will also arrive in this star river soon."

"In His true form!"

He added at last.

Upon hearing this, not just Mou Qi but even those nine Middle-level divine spirits were shocked, exclaiming in unison, "His true form?"

Mou Qi, wild with joy, said, "Does the master value my trivial matters so highly?"

Cang Feng, momentarily speechless, laughed and said, "Mou Qi, you really think too much. Your and that Han Yi’s emotional entanglement is just a trivial matter. Would the master come here in person for that?"

"Then what is it for?" Mou Qi asked solemnly.

"It’s for the Netherworld beneath the Misty Sea. To be precise, for that mysterious Sea of Souls," Cang Feng, clearly aware of the Wisdom Goddess whom He faithfully serves, having coveted the Sea of Souls for quite some time, coldly said, "From the last generation’s Ming Prison Realm God to this generation’s, the master hasn’t gotten what He wanted."

"This once in ten thousand years catastrophe that’s about to erupt may be the master’s only chance to come into close contact with the Sea of Souls, and He won’t easily let it go."

Cang Feng’s expression tightened, then he added, "When I came here, I heard that the Old Ape of the Ancient Demon Clan failed in his plan to invade the Netherworld with a group of Realm Gods and Misty Sea Deities?"

The gentle-tempered Mu Ya interjected, "Is that Long Di really so strong in the Netherworld?"

"Not really!" Mou Qi, who had been staying in this star river, promptly said, "A member of the Human Race named Pang Jian achieved the God Manifestation Realm in the Netherworld and obtained the Demonic Robe left by the Mo Tian Overlord, harnessing the power of many Demon Gods to severely injure the Old Ape."

"Human Race? Pang Jian?" Cang Feng and Mu Ya were slightly surprised.

Mou Qi nodded slightly, then revealed another shocking piece of news, "Inside Purgatory, it was also this Pang Jian who destroyed one of God Luo’s avatars, forcing Yan Lie to retreat."

"God Luo, who had devoted a lot of effort to planning for Purgatory, also failed because of Pang Jian."

"Recently, the name Pang Jian has not only resounded through the Misty Sea below but has gradually been spreading throughout the upper starry skies."

Mou Qi revealed the truths He had come to understand.

The two newly arrived High Gods, having listened, found it unbelievable and deeply remembered the name.

...

Within the same starry sky.

On a star claimed by He Motian, a huge archway stood, pulsating with spatial supernatural abilities.

"Swoosh! Swoosh!"

Great Demon God Ti Wei and Great Demon God Qi Ling, one after the other, passed through the spatial archway.

"He Motian!"

"Fahua!"

Originating from the Hei Mo clan, Ti Wei, and from the Heaven Demon Tribe, Qi Ling, looked towards the other two Great Demon Gods upon arriving.

The gaunt Qi Ling, lanky as a bamboo pole with a body cold and hard as Cold Iron, possessed eyes deep and eerie, casting a chilling look on any creature.

"Is there still no word from Master Shi?" Qi Ling asked coldly.

With three heads and six arms, originally from the Giant Spirit Race, He Motian faced the three adjusting his appearance to reveal only one head and two arms.

He sighed, admitting his negligence, "It’s my fault, the Demi-God Body I forged in Purgatory didn’t play much of a role before it was destroyed."

"Nor could I secure control over the demon nest."

"After Pang Jian throttled the incarnation of God Luo, no word has been heard from Master Shi in the Seventh Realm of Purgatory, and I don’t know what happened afterward."

He Motian briefly explained the situation in Purgatory.

"God Luo was defeated in Purgatory? Was it truly by Pang Jian, or was there someone else?" Qi Ling asked in shock.

"I’m not sure, I can’t inquire directly from God Luo. When we met Him, He was in a bad mood, He didn’t volunteer, and we didn’t dare to ask," He Motian said, his brows furrowed. "But He mentioned that it was because of the eighteen Demon Gods, who had left their true names on the Demonic Robe and participated in suppressing Yan Lie, that His plan failed."

"He demands an explanation from us."

He Motian sighed, "With Thunder Pond at hand and able to strike through the Demonic Robe at those who left their true names from afar, even I was almost caught by it, let alone those eighteen."

"You think so too, don’t you, Fahua?"

Ultimately, he turned to Fahua, who had been in the Netherworld Prison and had come here disassociating from the Misty Sea.

Fahua’s face twitched continuously as he gloomily said, "His Primordial Spirit in the Netherworld Prison reached the God Manifestation Realm, possessing the same level of combat power as us, and with that Thunder Pond that exactly counterbalances us, what could I possibly do?"

"I’m not blaming you; I’m saying we all need to think of a way to deal with Pang Jian," He Motian said.

When he thought about the time his Spiritual Intelligence was corrupted by Pang Jian, making him unable to distinguish between Mo Tian and Pang Jian, he still felt frightened now.

"Is Pang Jian really so dreadful?" Ti Wei pondered for a moment, then said, "Let’s not worry about what God Luo and the Wisdom Goddess intend to do for now. We must quickly resolve the nuisance that Pang Jian presents, and we must find out where Master Shi is!"

"What does the Wisdom Goddess have to do with us?" He Motian wondered aloud.

"I’ve received news that She is also on Her way here," Ti Wei replied with a cold smirk. "She is headed for the Sea of Souls in Netherworld Prison. God Luo has his sights set on Purgatory, whereas She’s eyeing the Netherworld Prison. Fortunately, these two Sovereigns don’t want the same thing; otherwise, this entire starry sky might collapse."

...