The strange fog surged, and the fog was pulled back to the boundary wall behind him by his mighty power.
The tenth-level Earth Spirit possesses the ability to shake the heavens and the earth. The power He left in this space is still pushing the Demon Spirit Continent forward bit by bit.
He will realize his ideal, and the Demon Spirit Continent will soon be completely free from the strange fog and become a complete land in the fourth realm.
According to his vision, the Demon Spirit Continent will become another holy land that can accept new demon races such as spiritual beasts and ferocious beasts.
He is willing to sacrifice his own life to find a place for future generations of the demon race to settle down. He longs for more level 10 beings like him, such as the Yuan Snake and the Tianfeng, to emerge.
He tirelessly pursues the path to prosperity for the demon race, and also seeks a way out for all new demons.
His ambitions, his desires, and his mental journey surge endlessly at the end of the sea of thoughts.
Complex emotions that Liu Youyu and others could not perceive were floating in the space in front of Pang Jian's forehead, where he was.
Pang Jian stayed quietly.
As if crossing across eras, he felt the arduous journey of the ancient black tortoise in seeking the right to survive for the demon clan.
The sadness and pain of the black tortoise, the helplessness when being abandoned, the passion when getting back on track, the perseverance and obsession...
Pang Jian felt and understood it seriously, and his heart was gradually touched.
Later, he no longer stayed where he was, but crossed the broad back of the black tortoise and reached the boundary wall.
He wanted to do something for the Black Turtle, and wanted to see if he could get this ancestor of the demon clan, who had dedicated everything to the demon clan, out from the boundary wall of the strange fog.
However, he ended up doing nothing.
Because the Black Turtle is dead, it is the power he left behind that continues to drive what he wanted to achieve during his lifetime.
At present, this continent is slowly moving away from the boundary wall, and the strange fog covering the continent is also returning.
Since things have been going according to Xuangui's idea before his death, if he acts recklessly and accidentally destroys Xuangui's plan, wouldn't Xuangui die with regrets
suddenly.
"You promised me."
A sad and disappointed voice quietly sounded from the "Gate of Purgatory".
Pang Jian was shocked.
I saw that the words "Gate of Purgatory" disappeared on the back of the bronze plate, and it became as smooth as a mirror.
An octogenarian, whose body was wrapped in black and yellow tortoise shell and whose face was gaunt, looked at him quietly with a pair of turquoise eyes, as if separated by infinite time and space.
The old man's face was full of wrinkles and his breath was weak. He looked so frail and it seemed that he would die at any time.
His eyes, as deep as the sea, were filled with unwillingness.
He was deeply disappointed with the human race, with this world, and even with himself.
"It was you, the world gods of generations, who first convinced me and made a promise to me, so I brought all the great demons to join the battle. But you, in the end, failed to fulfill your promise."
"You world gods owe us the demon race."
"We risked everything and tried our best, but we failed to get the place that should have belonged to us."
"… "
The image of the old man slowly faded away.
This scene, sealed on the back of the bronze plate and hidden for who knows how many years, seemed to be waiting for this moment, just to emerge in the place where the black tortoise's true body was.
—For Pang Jian to see.
This was deliberately preserved by the previous world gods, so that the world gods of this generation would know the responsibilities they should shoulder and the debts they owed!
"It was the Realm God who successfully persuaded the demon race to join the war! However, the True Gods of the human race did not fulfill their promise after the war, so the Realm Gods of the previous generation were unable to give an explanation to the great demon like the black tortoise."
"But every generation of world gods still remembers it."
"Countless years have passed, and the video of the black tortoise complaining and being disappointed has been sealed in the bronze plate for every generation of world gods to watch."
Pang Jian murmured.
He suddenly felt that the bronze medal in his hand became extremely heavy.
From the moment his father hung the bronze medal around his neck, he placed a heavy burden on him.
"I will do my best to fulfill the promises made by the previous generations of world gods and give the demon race the treatment they deserve!"
Pang Jian held the bronze medal and swore in a low voice.
"call out!"
From the forehead of the fallen black turtle, a beam of blood suddenly shot out and surrounded Pang Jian's body.
The blood was filled with overflowing vitality, which immediately tempered and forged him in a completely new way.
Pang Jian's heart was shocked, and he felt like he was submerged in the vast sea of energy and blood.
"The black tortoise shell is broken, but the aura of the tortoise shell is still on my body, and the bronze medal is also a symbol of identity."
He suddenly realized that this was a gift from the tenth-level black turtle.
He did not dare to delay and immediately entered the state of body tempering and cultivation, silently practicing the "Great Fortune Holy Body".
Jade Body Realm, Illusion Bone Realm, Essence Blood Realm, Golden Body Realm, Creation Realm, Rebirth Realm.
“Wow!”
His whole body was emitting brilliant golden light, and he looked like a golden statue suspended in the air, accepting the worship of countless living beings.
Majesty, solemnity, and a sacred sense that cannot be violated emanated from his body, mind, and soul.
His skin and flesh were all dazzling gold, and even without the protection of the shield, he was still not infected by the strange fog.
The repeated tempering of his body also stimulated his golden soul.
"call!"
His soul left his body and floated in the strange fog. It transformed into a huge golden spirit pot using the "Pot Heaven Yangqi Jue" method, enduring the impact and grinding of the strange fog.
In the later stage of the Soul Wandering Realm, the soul should not be afraid of the earth's flames and magma, and can stay in the strange fog for a while.
Leaving aside the magma, fire and water, at this moment his soul and spirit existed in the strange fog, and he felt more comfortable than being in the strong wind, without that unspeakable feeling of pain.
"My soul naturally adapts to the strange fog, like a fish in water."
Pang Jian had some insights.
…
"Dong Tianze!"
"Zhou Qingchen!"
"Wu Yuan!"
A Heavenly Spirit Tower came flying over, and just as Lu Yanshu and others were preparing to fight, Zhou Qingchen, Wu Yuan and Dong Tianze who showed up, screamed at the same time.
"The third world, Dong Tianze from Yinling Temple, the guy who returned from the forbidden land of Juetian."
While Lu Yanshu was no longer on guard, he was also secretly surprised and asked, "Were you also tricked into coming here by Zhou Yi?"
As someone who has reached the same level of concentration realm, Dong Tianze is one of the few guys on the list of fame who came from the world below and can continue to improve his ranking.
He naturally felt that Dong Tianze was also one of the unlucky ones.
"Zhou Yi? No. By the way, why are you two in this damn place?"
Dong Tianze finally met a living person and found that the familiar Zhou Qingchen and Wu Yuan were there, and a strange smile appeared on his face.
This smile made Zhou Qingchen and Wu Yuan feel very uncomfortable.
The two of them didn't know that after Dong Tianze fell, he controlled the Tianling Tower and roared across the continent shrouded in strange fog, but has not encountered a single living life until now.
And he was lost.
He had been wandering around aimlessly for ten days or half a month, and thought he would die of old age in the strange fog again. Naturally, he was very happy to see Zhou Qingchen and Wu Yuan.
"The invitation was organized by Zhou Yi of Jiuli Sect and initiated by Hong Qiming, which deceived many people to come in." Zhou Qingchen briefly explained a few words and then said, "What about you?"
"I fell with the meteorite..."
The two sides quickly exchanged information and intelligence.
"The meteorite sea from the third world fell into the Demon Spirit Continent? Above us is the place where the third world's phoenix disintegrated?"
"The Sky Phoenix is the most powerful level 10 spiritual beast! After its death, the Phoenix Bone just happened to appear above the Demon Spirit Continent shrouded in strange fog?"
"Does he have any connection with this continent and the black tortoise?"
Everyone had a heated discussion with their minds opened wide.
After a moment.
"Pang Jian is here too."
Dong Tianze became very relaxed. He was not anxious at all. He said, "This continent is very friendly to me. I broke through the realm here and was promoted to the Soul Wandering Realm."
Zhou Qingchen and Wu Yuan looked at each other and snorted at the same time.
After a while, Fan Chen, Feiyu Boat and Kunpeng Sword returned together from the depths of the strange fog.
At this time, before everyone could ask about Pang Jian's whereabouts, and before Hu Yuanfei could figure out Dong Tianze's background, the God and Demon Creation Institute that was supposed to be in the center of the Demonic Continent reappeared in everyone's sight.
"The God and Demon Creation Institute!"
Knowing the mystery of this virtual city, Ling Yimo and the people inside it suddenly felt like they were facing a formidable enemy.
In the magnificent and majestic illusory blue city, the figure of the Ghost Sacrifice Clan girl reappeared. She looked around at everyone with a puzzled look in her eyes.
It seemed that he was wondering where Pang Jian had gone.
She suddenly let out a deep sigh in the God and Demon Creation Institute.
Her spirit was also wearing a white skirt, and on the corners of the skirt there were many green and purple talismans. At this moment, the talismans were flying around, condensing into a string of strange arrays.
The God and Demon Creation Institute was originally an illusory thing like a bubble in the water, but at this moment it gradually acquired a sense of reality.
"roar!"
"Ahhh!"
There were souls of dragons, souls of giant beasts, and souls of divine birds. They appeared from the windows of the Temple of Creation of Gods and Demons, and flew and roared across the sky and earth in the city.
Countless ferocious beasts, spiritual beasts, and the so-called demon souls mentioned by Fan Chen began to appear one by one.
There are also high-level demon tribes, whose demon souls are actually in human form. They chat and laugh with each other, as if describing the glory of the demon tribe.
“Wow! Wow!”
The Demonic Spirit Continent shook, cracks appeared, and strange light gushed out from the ground.
Strange rays of light were injected into the illusory God and Demon Creation Center, as if they were materializing an illusory city and allowing the demon spirits within to regain their former might.
"Soul separation!"
Ling Yimo whispered softly.
"call!"
Shen Yanxi from the desolate land was the first to fly out of his soul, and fell towards the suspended God and Demon Creation Institute with his soul body.
“Save me!”
Shen Yanxi screamed and struggled desperately, pulling with her own hands.
But her soul still lost control and flew towards the God and Demon Creation Institute and flew in front of Ling Yimo.
Ling Yimo's pursed little mouth quietly opened, and then became bigger and bigger.
In front of everyone, she actually swallowed Shen Yanxi's soul whole, chewing it with a satisfied look on her face as if she was eating something delicious, which made everyone feel horrified.
"Lü Yanshu."
Ling Yimo mumbled incoherently.
Lu Yanshu, who came from the Pure Land, shrank his soul into an icy magic ball in his sea of consciousness.
At her cry, the magic ball exploded in her own sea of consciousness.
Without the protection of the magic ball, Lu Yanshu's soul fell into Ling Yimo's mouth at a faster speed after Shen Yanxi.
“There is nothing more delicious than this.”
Ling Yimo's smile became brighter.
…
(End of this chapter)