The chill goes straight to the soul!
Above this altar that was even more severely broken and obviously beyond repair, the moment Pang Jian closed his eyes, he once again felt as if he was in another world.
With his eyes closed, he felt as if he was in a dark, cold, empty and silent strange world.
That horrible feeling of darkness, coldness, and dead silence without a trace of life did not come from his body.
But the soul.
A chill ran through his soul, and his sea of consciousness, which contained 128 strands of spiritual awareness, seemed to be frozen bit by bit by the severe cold when he closed his eyes.
After a moment, he even found it difficult to open his eyes, and his spiritual consciousness and sea of consciousness were really about to be frozen!
The Black Turtle and the Erosion Vine sensed his strange situation at the same time, and all of them sent out perception calls to him, causing his gradually numb and hardened will to suddenly gather!
He opened his eyes with all his strength!
"boom!"
As if returning from another world, Pang Jian gasped for breath and crawled out from the altar in a panic.
Standing outside the altar, he looked at the broken altar again, horror flashing in his eyes.
If it weren't for the Black Turtle and the World-Eroding Vine repeatedly summoning him, he might have... died without knowing it, his sea of consciousness and spiritual awareness frozen by the cold force.
"Forbidden Land of Prayer Spirits!"
He suddenly realized that this forbidden area, which might not have been so scary before, was now filled with terror.
One mistake can lead to eternal damnation!
Next, Pang Jian continued to go deeper, and strange visions and... tragedies continued to appear.
In the night sky, the stars and the moon are shining brightly.
A white stone altar shaped like a five-pointed star shines with a fascinating luster under the light of the stars.
The broken parts of the altar were shining with light due to the white stone, and it looked as if they were connected by bright starlight.
Several disciples wearing the robes of the Galaxy Alliance sat quietly on either side of the five-pointed altar, with happy smiles on their faces.
They seemed to have encountered something extremely happy, as if they had comprehended the secrets of the stars, or suddenly obtained a treasure, or as if they had broken through the bottleneck of their realm that had troubled them for a long time.
But these were just the expressions on their faces.
—They have been dead for a long time.
Pang Jian came over to check and found that they had no vitality of life. The storage bags and utensils around their waists had already been picked up and taken away.
Their stiff bodies still remained sitting upright, and the joyful smiles on their faces seemed frozen in time.
It seems that nothing will change even after thousands or even millions of years.
A moment later, a sun-shaped altar with flame patterns carved on it was pieced together from pieces of broken stones.
Some of the people wearing the clothing of the Lieyang Sect were still hugging the broken stones of the altar, trying hard to make the altar complete, but... they had been dead for a long time.
They were not smiling. Their faces were filled with fear, as if they had seen something extremely terrifying before they died.
Their pupils were burned by flames, and their mouths, nostrils, and ears were all flowing with charred blood. They looked extremely horrific.
Among them, there is an elder who has reached the state of concentration!
This scene made Pang Jian feel a little creepy. He didn't dare to get too close to the sun-shaped altar and just avoided it and left.
There are more and more similar scenes.
Many wandering cultivators with non-uniform clothing either died beside the hideous stone statues or were strangled by the broken altars. Strange corpses could be seen everywhere.
Pang Jian, who was walking alone in the forbidden area of Qi Ling, looked more and more solemn.
"A terrible catastrophe."
He suddenly felt a little regretful.
The strange and weird forbidden place for praying for the spirits made him feel as if he was being targeted by an alien evil spirit like the Ice Demon. He didn't know how many strange creatures like the Ice Demon had cast their sights on this forbidden place.
Once they find someone who is not their believer or is not from the ethnic group that believed in them in the early years trying to communicate with them, they will simply wipe them out.
In the purgatory world, many strange phenomena occurred, and it seemed that they also affected the place where people used to pray for spirits.
The destroyed altars, stone statues, wood carvings, and stone pillars appeared in the perception of the evil spirits in the foreign land.
"Help, help me..."
In the center of another altar that looked like a shattered sun, there was a man with flames burning all over his body, struggling with a large cauldron on his head.
His hair had been burnt, his flesh was burning, and the blood flowing from the corners of his mouth was like flame juice.
He was pinned to the shattered altar, and no matter how hard he exerted his strength, he could not escape from the red rocks beneath him.
He wailed miserably, hoping that someone from the Lieyang Sect would hear him, hoping to meet an elder from the Blood Moon Sect, the Galaxy Alliance, or the Red Mountain who was at the state of concentration and could help him escape from the deadly situation.
—He is Yang Rui.
As the pride of the Lieyang Sect and once the number one in the Dongxuan Realm, he ended up with such a miserable end.
Floating above his head at this moment was the famous spiritual weapon of the Lieyang Sect—the Nine Yang Cauldron!
However, this magical cauldron, which was once on the top of the first peak of Yuanmang and had nine suns emerging on its wall, now has no suns emerging and does not have the many magical powers it once had.
Obviously, it was also restricted by the forbidden area, and many arrays inside were ineffective.
Pang Jian stopped far away and watched his miserable condition silently behind a stone pillar that was broken into pieces.
Several wandering cultivators with gloomy expressions stood beside the broken altar, looking coldly at Yang Rui who was burned by the flames, waiting for him to die quickly.
"Do you really think you are the Son of the Sun?"
A casual cultivator who is over a hundred years old and has reached the late stage of the Dongxuan realm. Most of his hair is bald, with a shiny top and only a few sparse hairs on the edges.
He spat with disdain and said in a cold voice: "The tribe favored by the Sun God has been suppressed in the Fifth Realm for ten thousand years. How could they be interested in such a thing?"
Another person interrupted and snorted, "In the fifth realm, the Yan Clan living on the third continent and the Yao Clan on the second continent are the clans favored by the Sun God. The Lieyang Sect, this so-called Son of the Sun, isn't the spiritual art that he practices passed down from the Yao Clan and the Yan Clan?"
"The Yan Clan and the Yao Clan are about to return to the upper realm as they are infected by the filthy alien forces!"
"Times are changing. The gods in the mysterious land finally sensed purgatory again."
"… "
The three evil heretics mentioned by Lei Kun were standing beside Yang Rui, sneering and mocking him as they watched the Son of God of the Lieyang Sect go towards destruction.
Pang Jian restrained his breath and listened to their conversation in silence, with a strange light flashing in his eyes.
These three strange creatures, who practiced some unknown evil magic, talked about the Sun God, as well as the Yao and Yan tribes, which attracted him and made him convinced that there were some mysterious gods. Sure enough, he paid attention to Purgatory again.
"How could the Lieyang Sect's spiritual art come from an alien race that was eternally banned?"
A doubt arose in his mind, he waited silently, and continued to listen to the conversation between the three strange evil cultivators.
It was soon discovered that there was something unusual about this forbidden place for praying for spirits. There were spirits whose whereabouts were unknown. Through the broken altars, statues, and wood carvings, they were trying to sense the long-hidden world of purgatory.
In the past, purgatory seemed to be in a closed and hidden state to those mysterious beings.
A while ago, I don’t know what strange event happened, but the purgatory that disappeared in the perception of the gods seemed to be suddenly released from its closed state.
All at once, it appeared in the perception of the gods.
"It can't be..."
Pang Jian subconsciously touched the bronze medal on his chest.
A bronze plate named "Gate of Purgatory" was recently discovered in the Yunlei Forbidden Land. It absorbed the cracks in the void and made the four words "Gate of Purgatory" clearly appear.
Not long after, a crack in the void gradually tore open, and a strange beast comparable to a level ten thunder dragon tried to cross the "strange fog" and come.
The strange beast has been wandering in the "strange fog" for tens of millions of years, unable to find the way back or how to leave.
However, I suddenly became aware of the world of purgatory and had a clear coordinate location.
"Impossible, it can't be such a coincidence. The recent anomalies in the world should have nothing to do with me and this bronze medal."
Pang Jian shook his head.
"call!"
The raging flames that engulfed Yang Rui suddenly went out.
The most talented new generation of the Lieyang Sect turned into a pile of charcoal-like dry bones and fell on the broken and incomplete altar.
The storage bracelet on his black hand bones was not burned to ashes by the flames and was still emitting a faint light.
The Nine Yang Cauldron that was floating above his head suddenly fell down with a clang.
Without the support of his spiritual power, the Nine Yang Cauldron, whose internal array could not function, became like a pile of scrap metal.
But Pang Jian knew in his heart that once it left the forbidden area of Qi Ling, this large cauldron with nine suns on its wall would still be a high-level spiritual weapon and would still possess great power.
The most important thing is that there is also a big sun hanging in the air in his spiritual sea, so he should be able to use the Nine Yang Cauldron!
"I want that tripod!"
"I want his storage bracelet!"
"You two, split the two most important artifacts. What do I get?"
The third person shouted angrily.
"You are only at the middle stage of the Profound Cavern Realm. It is your honor to be able to witness this scene. The great catastrophe of heaven and earth has just begun, and the best is yet to come. Why are you in such a hurry?"
"Because the catastrophe has come, I need powerful tools and strength to protect myself!"
While several people were still arguing...
A tall figure wearing a thick green shield suddenly rushed out from behind a stone pillar, ignoring their quarrels and shouting, and went straight to the charred bones in the center of the altar.
"Don't argue. In order to avoid hurting your relationship, I want both."
Pang Jian stood calmly at the edge of the altar.
He raised his hand to take the Nine Yang Cauldron first, then cut off Yang Rui's dark arm with a sword and picked up the bracelet.
Before the three evil cultivators could react, they saw that the two objects that originally belonged to them had all fallen into Pang Jian's hands.
The three of them instantly became murderous, with evil fire in their eyes, and they tacitly planned to surround the enemy.
"Take my advice and don't chase me."
Pang Jian floated away.
"Do you want to chase him?"
The two evil cultivators looked at the bald man.
"What do you think?"
The bald evil cultivator laughed coldly, "If we leave the place of praying for spirits, we might still be afraid of him. But in this land that is gradually being distorted by the power of the gods, do we need to be afraid of such a kid?"
"Even Yang Rui is dead, what is he?"
…
(End of this chapter)