Under the eternal scorching sun, a magnificent golden palace appears, like the residence of a god.
Pang Jian just stared and felt a stinging pain in his pupils, and his bones and soul seemed to be baked by the scorching sun.
But he was still staring hard.
He really wanted to know whether what he saw at the moment was real or an illusion, and he wanted to confirm it clearly.
“Wow! Wow!”
The infinite solar divine fire was stirred by the three-legged golden crows, as if evolving the principles of the sun.
In Pang Jian’s vision, the huge and mysterious golden throne was shining brighter and brighter!
After a moment, Pang Jian's eyes were pierced with tears and he had to close his eyes.
At this moment, he looked inside himself and discovered that the miniature sun in his spiritual sea was also shining with a similar brilliance.
"Sisi!"
Rays of blazing sunlight suddenly entered his eyes, as if tempering his pupils and allowing him to adapt to the terrifying power of the sun above his head.
His pair of golden eyes were constantly tempered by the sunlight, and gradually the tears stopped flowing.
"Is it an illusion?"
Pang Jian reached out and touched it, and found that he was still in the box.
He felt his own condition again and found that apart from the miniature sun in his spiritual sea that continuously beamed sunlight into his eyes, there was nothing abnormal with his body.
After a long time, he opened his eyes again with doubt in his heart and focused his attention on the sun above his head.
This time, he did not cry because of the scorching sun, and his pupils were able to gradually adapt.
"Golden Throne..."
He tried to get closer to the magnificent palace.
"boom!"
The huge golden throne suddenly reappeared and filled his vision.
The three-legged golden crows were still circling above the golden throne. The sun god fire from the flapping of their wings turned into a sea of fire.
Pang Jian tried to change his vision. He no longer locked onto the throne with ripples in space, but looked somewhere else.
He gradually noticed that the magnificent golden palace seemed to be floating above the raging and burning sun.
In the outer circle of the sun, there are constant explosions of blazing flames, forming terrifying storms and strange spots.
The magnificent golden palace was anchored on the surface of the burning and exploding sun, allowing the violent spots of flames to repeatedly wash over it.
The temple, however, remains unmoved.
Pang Jian stared intently, his golden eyes containing divine awareness, but his strength was quietly dissipating.
But he was completely unaware.
"There is a golden palace above the sun. I have never seen it before."
"The Forbidden Land of Praying Spirits, the Sun God that those evil cultivators mentioned, could it be that... He really resides on the sun?"
"The Sun God that the Yan Clan and Yao Clan who live in the fifth realm of Purgatory have always believed in, could he be the owner of the palace?"
"… "
Thoughts flashed through Pang Jian's mind.
He felt that it might be because the world of Purgatory was opened that he was able to see the mysterious palace above the sun through the copper box, the copper plate called "Gate of Purgatory" on his body, and a wisp of golden divine consciousness.
Gradually, he felt that what he saw was not an illusion, and he began to believe that this was happening in real time!
"boom!"
An extremely tall and majestic figure suddenly appeared on the golden throne.
All the three-legged golden crows hovering in the sky suddenly fell from the sky and lay prone on the sacred stones surrounding the throne.
The Golden Crows all bowed down to the newcomer.
Pang Jian tried to stare at the person who came, but found that he could not see his front. He could only see him sitting with his back to the golden throne.
Because he didn't know the exact size of the throne, Pang Jian couldn't be sure of his height and body shape. He only saw that his back was covered with golden armor.
The armor did not look like something acquired, but seemed to be a part of his body.
At the back of his heart, there was a ball of blazing light protruding, like a miniature sun.
No matter how Pang Jian looked at it, he felt that the shrunken sun was a refined sun!
"Purgatory is open again, I come..."
The man spoke to the Golden Crow lying on the ground, and along with the divine sound, his divine power naturally burst out.
Pang Jian stared at Him through the purgatory sky and earth, and tears flowed from his golden eyes again in pain. He could no longer see anything below, nor hear what He was saying.
"This is a true god!"
Pang Jian closed his eyes and shouted in shock.
At this moment, he was very sure that the tall and mighty figure who suddenly appeared from nowhere on the golden throne was a real alien god from another world!
It is very likely that it is the so-called Sun God mentioned by the evil practitioners!
After a moment, Pang Jian felt a strong sense of uneasiness in his heart.
The sun is just outside Purgatory. People in the third, second, and first realms can all see the sun when the weather is fine.
This shows that the sun is not far from purgatory.
Is it possible for a god who suddenly returned to the sun from nowhere to break into the purgatory world in his original form
If he comes, will the true gods in the first realm of Purgatory have the strength to fight him
If the true God is defeated, what will be the fate of all the beings in Purgatory
To be exterminated now, or to be enslaved forever
Thinking of this, Pang Jian became somewhat pessimistic about the future, feeling a sense of despair that time was running out.
No matter how hard he, the Erosion Vine, and the Black Turtle tried to improve themselves, if a god like the Sun God suddenly descended in his true form, they would be unable to resist.
Pang Jian was so uneasy that his eye pupils hurt so much that he could no longer gaze at the sun in the sky. He could only think silently in the box.
After an unknown amount of time, the scorching sun disappeared, and stars and a bright full moon appeared.
"Stars and Moon..."
Pang Jian couldn't help it again.
Looking at the moon which was much larger than the stars, he moved his golden consciousness to his pupils, trying to see if he could get closer to the moon.
Soon, the desolate and cold land with a bumpy surface came into his sight.
"Is this the moon?"
Pang Jian was surprised.
The moon in his mind was magnificent, but he didn't expect that when his eyes actually reached the surface of the moon, he would see such a desolate and dead scene.
Before he could think about it, a corpse that had been dead for who knows how many years suddenly appeared in his sight.
He was a man from the Celestial Clan who was dressed in exquisite robes and had twelve pairs of pure white wings. His face and body had never decayed and had been preserved intact.
He was an old member of the Celestial Clan, with his back against a small pile of rocks on the moon's surface, his eyes closed.
He had no ornaments on his body, and no objects beside him. He was just wrapped in an exquisitely crafted robe, with a slightly thin body. It was unknown how many years he had been dead.
"The celestial race with twelve pairs of wings..."
Pang Jian observed for a while, then avoided the corpse of the Celestial Clan man, wanting to see more wonders on the moon.
Just then, extreme fatigue came over me.
He suddenly discovered that the twelve golden divine senses that had entered his pupils had become as thin as hair.
His thoughts were a little fuzzy and incoherent, and it became difficult for him to think, so he hurriedly opened the copper box, took out the soul-nourishing pill and swallowed it.
After swallowing a soul-nourishing pill, some soul energy slowly escaped into the sea of consciousness.
However, the twelve golden consciousnesses that had been exhausted of their power could not be strengthened by the soul breath of the soul-nourishing pill.
The thin golden strands of spiritual consciousness still maintained their previous form and did not slowly fill up with soul breath like ordinary spiritual consciousness.
"Ordinary spiritual consciousness allows me to communicate with the black tortoise in the third world, the small tree in this world, and the traitor in the fifth world."
"But the golden divine consciousness allows me to observe the sky."
"However, the golden consciousness that contains divinity cannot be restored by the Soul Nourishing Pill."
Pang Jian pondered secretly and came to an understanding.
In order to verify this, when the twelve golden consciousnesses were extremely weak, he communicated with the dark giant anaconda of the fifth realm.
Perception is established immediately!
Another incredibly large pillar of disaster was inserted into the icy wilderness. There were also countless dry bones and the complete corpses of ferocious beasts, filling the cold and desolate land.
The same sky-high calamity pillar, the same azure light, and the same function of suppressing the alien races.
Yu Xin, who was invited from the fifth continent and crossed the endless black sea together with the dark anaconda, was also looking at the sky-reaching calamity pillar on the fourth continent from afar.
She knew that beneath the Heaven-reaching Tribulation Pillar, the leaders of all races of the Fourth Continent had already gathered.
The alien leaders from the fourth continent were all waiting for her at this moment, waiting to listen to her experience.
The leaders wanted to know how they, the people of the fifth continent, were able to send their people to the fourth realm despite the terrifying threat of the Heavenly Tribulation Pillar.
The dark anaconda suddenly stopped.
"What's wrong, Hei?"
Yu Xin was surprised and flew off the traitor's body.
After looking at the pair of dark eyes, she immediately realized what was happening and said, "That person..."
She stretched out her finger and placed it on the dark anaconda's forehead.
She and Pang Jian established perception immediately.
"Your Celestial Clan, the one with twelve pairs of wings, what level of strength are you at?"
Pang Jian asked immediately.
"Twelve pairs?!"
The holy lady of the celestial race who had six pairs of pure white wings had a gleam in her eyes when she was asked this question by Pang Jian.
She pondered for a while before saying, "In the real history of our Celestial Clan, there has never been a member with twelve pairs of wings. Only in legends that cannot be verified does there exist a member with twelve pairs of wings."
"For a member of our Celestial Clan to have ten pairs of wings means that his bloodline is at level ten, which is equivalent to a true god of the human race."
"According to ancient legends, when we were still living on the first level of Purgatory, one of our tribesmen sensed a tribe with twelve pairs of wings when Purgatory opened up."
"Since I only felt it and didn't see it with my own eyes, I couldn't verify it. So I don't know whether it's true or not. I can only classify it as a legend."
"However, the number of wings of our Celestial Clan can only increase with the breakthrough of our bloodline. If those with twelve pairs of wings really exist in the world, they must have surpassed the so-called true gods of your human race."
"It should be categorized as a deity."
Yu Xin told everything she knew.
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(End of this chapter)