On the sea of clouds, the wandering cultivators were venting their anger.
Under the sea of clouds.
Pang Jian made use of the mysterious power of the rock shattering the earth, and used his spirit to secretly see through things and hear everyone's conversation.
He immediately learned that the sectarian kingdom standing in the first realm had regarded the third realm of purgatory as a battlefield for fighting against alien races.
Recently, there have been flying spiritual instruments from the first and second realms coming to the third realm to carry mortals, as well as many practitioners of low realms.
According to the judgment of the First Realm factions, the concentration of the foul alien forces surging up from below becomes lower and lower as they go higher.
When it really permeates to the third realm, cultivators who have reached the Dongxuan realm can resist the invasion of dirty alien forces and have the power to fight against alien races as long as they cast out the spiritual power shield.
Because of this, the practitioners in the Dongxuan realm of the third realm are not accepted by the boats above.
Those important figures who came over also notified all the Dongxuan realm cultivators in the third realm to report to the Qiantian and Xuanyou continents and accept the command of those who came from the upper realm.
Sects, noble families, and independent practitioners were all recruited.
Many unruly independent cultivators, fearing they would become targets of attack, refused to accept orders and sought secluded places to hide.
Some wandering cultivators from the nearby broken lands therefore came to this meteorite sea which was close to the strange fog of the third realm and was no longer cared about by any party.
They planned to hide first and observe the situation.
In short, they were unwilling to become the first group of main forces fighting against the alien races below.
"The leaders above knew that the filthy alien power would continue to surge. The alien power in the fourth realm is still very strong. It will be difficult to start a war with the alien race in the fourth realm."
"So, the first battlefield they chose was the Third Realm."
"This time, I'm afraid it's going to be serious."
Pang Jian pondered, and then secretly communicated with the black tortoise: "After the filthy alien force invades you, will you go upwards or shrink into the strange fog?"
"I will bring the Broken Land into the Second Realm." The Black Turtle responded immediately, and said uneasily: "I and those guys living in the Frozen Broken Land should not be able to adapt to the dirty environment."
Pang Jian wondered, "The Ice Clan is also an alien race. Can't they bear it?"
"Yes. The Ice Clan is different from the alien races suppressed in the fifth realm. They don't know how to use the filthy alien power to temper their bodies. And adapting requires an extremely painful process. Many people will die before they can find a way for their bloodline and filth to coexist."
The black tortoise gave the answer.
"Understood."
He thought of the Cyclops tribe, who were expelled from the lower world for provoking the old thunder dragon, and many of their members died because they could not withstand the dirty alien power.
The Wood Clan, as well as many other races who once lived in the upper world and used the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to strengthen their bloodlines, also experienced a period of despair and darkness.
Many ethnic groups were wiped out and had no chance of being reborn.
The Ice Clan is already small in number, and there is no Level 8 strongman yet. Once they are infected by the foul alien power, perhaps all the members of the tribe will die in a short time.
"The broken land you got from the strange fog is really mysterious!"
The black turtle roared excitedly underground.
It moved from one piece of broken ground to another in the blink of an eye, lingering beside the lightning veins and cold veins, and recently it has been thinking about how to strengthen those veins.
This is its area of expertise, and Pang Jian has no way to intervene, so he just ignores it.
Pang Jian's energy is still focused on refining his essence and blood, on comprehending the Dao seal on the Thunder Pool, and on cleansing and tempering his soul.
…
Gradually, there were more and more wandering cultivators above the sea of clouds, and sometimes cloud sails were floating, moving in the sea of clouds below.
The awakened black tortoise used its own power to move the broken earth, avoiding the cloud sails appearing above while starting to set up a cold fog barrier.
Pang Jian slowly discovered that the cold fog in the frozen land, after mixing with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, had been controlled by the black tortoise.
A thin cold fog lingered around the broken pieces of land, forming a barrier that blocked the perception of powerful outsiders.
"There used to be a magical barrier that covered the entire frozen land, connecting the glaciers, snowy peaks, and the crystal cold veins beneath the earth. This barrier... seems to have lost its miraculous effect after you took the Heart of Winter."
"Also, I feel like the altar seems to be able to communicate with something in the outside world."
“It just requires a special ceremony.”
The black tortoise, swimming beneath the broken earth and pondering the mysteries of the earth, occasionally expressed its feelings and insights.
Pang Jian was secretly shocked and said hurriedly, "Don't mess around! That prayer altar can communicate with the Frost Crystal Goddess from the outside world. Once she comes, it will be very powerful!"
"God? Like the alien god with a human face and a spider body that possesses the puppet?"
The black tortoise responded with disdain, and said arrogantly: "After annexing these two pieces of broken land, my strength has increased again. In this rocky broken land, I can exert a combat power that is one level higher than my own."
"I can easily kill a guy who can't come in person and only has a puppet body."
"We don't have to be so afraid."
A level seven black tortoise possesses the power of level eight in the Rock Shattered Land, comparable to a human being in the Nirvana Realm.
In the third realm, beneath this sea of clouds, it does have the capital to be arrogant.
"Don't worry, wait until you are promoted to level eight, and then you have the power of level nine, and you can fight against the immortals of the human race, then we can seek other things."
"All right."
…
The second realm.
Qi Tian Continent, Sword Tower.
A space teleportation array suddenly flashed, and two people appeared.
"Junior Brother Qi, Senior Sister Zhuang, the building owner and several elders have been waiting for a long time!"
"The divine crane in the Pure Land said that everyone is dead?" Qi Qingsong snorted.
"Well, for more than two years, it's the only beast that has flown out of the strange fog where the forbidden land of heaven is located." The man sighed and said, "It also clearly stated that many foreign races emerged with the bodies of alien god puppets. In this terrible situation, who can escape?"
"You two..."
He cupped his hands and said sincerely, "What great luck!"
"Okay, the host and the others have been waiting for a long time, you guys go now."
The man pointed to the meeting hall.
"good."
Qi Qingsong and the other man did not delay any longer.
After a moment.
Li Zhaotian, Guanghe, Liu Junhong, Wang Ce, and several elders all had gloomy faces as they listened to Qi Qingsong and Zhuang Yuyan's stories.
“Crack!”
The dome of the hall cracked, revealing a bright moon and shining stars.
All the elders raised their heads to the sky, feeling depressed, as if they saw gods from outer space lurking outside and hunting.
And the prey is the true god of the human race who broke through the heavenly ban and finally stepped out of purgatory.
"The human race will be killed by many alien gods the moment they break through the sky ban and enter the outer galaxy!"
"Damn it! After so many years, not a single true god has been able to return successfully. Were they all killed by those foreign gods?"
Li Zhaotian stamped his feet and cursed.
The other elders were also filled with righteous indignation and indignation. They wished they could be deified immediately and work together to charge into the outer galaxies to seek justice from the alien gods.
"The news you brought back..."
Liu Junhong's face was heavy as he said, "It's worth it no matter how many people die! We never thought that after the true gods break out of purgatory, they will be surrounded and killed by the gods!"
“Our ancestors were so powerful!” Wang Ce’s blood suddenly boiled over, and he said leisurely and fascinatedly: “They actually destroyed a temple ruled by the gods in the boundless starry sky ruled by the gods! The Purgatory Human Race has become the public enemy of the gods in the outer realms, but what they did still makes me admire them!”
"Because of the catastrophe that occurs once every 100,000 years, Juetian appeared, and there was also a strange fog appearing in the three broken lands." Guanghe was calm and said thoughtfully: "A god with a complete body entered our world through the flaming broken land."
"No wonder the Heaven-reaching Tribulation Pillars are in chaos."
Guang He looked at Zhuang Yuyan, frowning, "You said before that the woman named Luo Hongyan has a stronger aura than that of the Fire God?"
Zhuang Yuyan nodded: "I am sure that His position is higher!"
"Low-level gods, middle-level gods, high-level gods, and above that... are the masters." Li Zhaotian interrupted.
As the owner of the Sword Tower, he knew the inside story and said, "The alien gods in the past, who descended through puppets, and the ancient books of powerful tribes such as the Celestial Tribe, all have such myths and legends."
"It is also said that the Pantheon in the Outer Realm Galaxy had three thousand seats during its heyday."
"Three thousand gods have always been the limit of the gods in the Pantheon. It is said that they correspond to three thousand ways to become gods."
"But there have always been only four masters."
"A master descended with divine consciousness in a special body and disappeared into the fifth layer of Purgatory. His arrival and the complete manifestation of the flame god..."
Li Zhaotian looked unhappy.
"I must go to the First Realm immediately!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he appeared in the space teleportation array of the Sword Tower and disappeared in an instant.
"Where did that kid Pang Jian go?"
"Why didn't he go back to the Sword Tower with you?"
"Li Zhaotian was obviously very happy to know that Pang Jian was still alive, but he didn't ask a single question."
"Heh, he didn't ask, but I don't know how much information he passed into that kid's sword order."
"What's strange is that the boy didn't respond. It seemed like he did it on purpose."
As soon as Li Zhaotian left, the elders of the Sword Tower immediately became unrestrained when talking to each other. They all called Li Zhaotian by his real name, which seemed a little disrespectful.
"Master, I want a method to strengthen my body."
Zhuang Yuyan suddenly said.
"Uncle Guang, I want one too."
Qi Qingsong said, licking his face.
"You two have made great contributions. I still need some time to finalize the specific numbers. But the news you brought back is enough for you to freely choose the rare treasures in the building." Guanghe nodded in agreement.
He narrowed his eyes, and suddenly a divine light flashed in his eyes, and said: "You two's souls are different from ordinary people, but... have you condensed divinity within?"
"Master, you know all this?" Zhuang Yuyan was amazed.
"The Purgatory is open, and the eyes of the alien gods are focused here. By hunting down the alien god puppets, we can obtain the other party's divine consciousness." Guanghe was quite emotional and said, "Recently, the owner of the building has let the disciples choose from many body refining techniques collected in the sect to practice."
"Master, why didn't you tell me earlier?" Zhuang Yuyan complained.
Guanghe stated: “I just found out about this recently.”
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(End of this chapter)