With Pang Jian’s departure, the old men in the Dark Prison no longer knew what hope was.
For hundreds of years, ever since Galactus appeared in the Dark Prison, they have been praying for help to the gods they believe in through altars.
Every year, every month, they would pray to their gods for soul sounds.
But the God of Shadows never responded.
Pang Jian's arrival and the heavy theft of a limb of Galactus finally restored their confidence.
They vaguely felt that the nightmare that had shrouded the Dark Prison for hundreds of years was about to end.
However, Pang Jian, who had made a promise, still escaped into the strange fog and disappeared into the dark prison.
"It's over. This world is over. From now on, let the Devourer of Stars slaughter us. He can do whatever He wants."
The old man of the Earth Spirit tribe howled in despair.
"He will come back!" The high priest of the Dark Spirit Tribe encouraged everyone.
Looking at the six pieces of continents in the sky and the gray-yellow star higher up, the old and frail sage of the Dark Spirit Clan suddenly thought of his children and grandchildren who were eaten by the Star Devourer.
His son, daughter, and grandson, a total of seven people were promoted to the ninth-level bloodline.
Without exception, they all became delicacies for the Galactus.
In the beginning, Galactus did not reveal His unrivaled power over the Dark Prison, and He even pretended to be slightly injured, thus constantly giving hope to all races.
Because of this, the high priest's children naively thought they had a chance to kill Him.
First, his two most heroic sons, and then his daughter, brought the clan's most precious treasures to find the Star Devourer, but were killed by him one after another.
The creatures of the Dark Prison once organized twelve powerful men whose bloodlines had reached level nine, and they were armed with the most powerful weapons in the clan.
As a result, all of them died after their souls were sucked away by Galactus.
At this point, the fighting spirit of the various tribes in the Dark Prison was completely crushed by the Star Devourer.
After that, they were unable to launch any decent attacks, and they began to place their hopes on the gods from outer space.
Among those eighth-level elders present, whose children and grandchildren have not died, and whose souls have not been devoured by the Star Devourer
If there was still a glimmer of hope, why would they beg for the favor of the gods
And Pang Jian is not even the god they believe in.
"Those words he said were just to fool us. I was paying attention to the whole battle between him and Galactus." An old woman from the Shadow Clan lowered her head and said quietly, "He is no match for Galactus, and he knows that in his heart."
"When the Star Devourer digests the stars, it is true that it cannot exert its full strength. This is why he found an opportunity."
"He was obviously very satisfied with snatching a Galactus limb. If he was really capable, he wouldn't just run away when another level 8 limb was chasing him."
The old woman raised her head, looked at the group of old friends who still had hope in front of her, and said with a sad face: "Go away, he won't come back."
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Purgatory, the second realm.
The moon hangs brightly in the sky, and the stars are sparse.
As autumn turns to winter, heavy snow falls on the ground of Hongdu, making the city covered in silver.
The sword boat carrying elders such as Liu Junhong had long been ordered to leave by Li Zhaotian. The elders were now either guarding the sword tower or the broken rock land.
A long time has passed, and Pang Jian's soul has not returned yet.
It is impossible for Tiandu Sanren, Liu Fu and Li Yuanli to trap themselves in Hongdu City forever.
They waited and waited, and found that Pang Jian's flesh and blood were still intact, but his soul was still missing.
Gradually, they all thought that Pang Jian's soul must be trapped in the strange fog.
Even if we can return, it will be a long time.
Or maybe I'll never come back.
After guarding for a full year and a half, their patience was exhausted and they could no longer hold on, so they left.
Thus, only Li Zhaotian was left, still in this silent city where all the wandering cultivators had been exterminated, hoping all day long for the return of Pang Jian's soul.
The finger-sized snowflakes accumulated thicker and thicker, and the master and disciple Li Zhaotian and Pang Jian turned into two snowmen, one big and one small.
Day and night keep changing, but the picture seems to be frozen, as if time has stopped.
Li Zhaotian, who was wholeheartedly looking forward to Pang Jian's return, no longer cared much about the external world situation. His sword intent gradually blocked the entire Hongdu broken land, keeping out all the independent cultivators who tried to come in.
There were only two snowmen in the entire Broken Land.
This went on for a very long time, and suddenly Pang Jian's chest moved strangely, with obvious spatial fluctuations appearing.
"Bang!"
The thick snow covering that majestic body suddenly exploded.
Li Zhaotian, who was stout and had a domineering look, had a pair of small eyes that did not match his body size, but they suddenly shone with light like stars in a cold night.
He stared at the smaller snowman, releasing his perception and observing it carefully.
He was obviously a little nervous and rubbed his hands nervously, causing the snowflakes and ice crystals between his fingers to scatter everywhere.
After hesitating for a moment, he took a step forward, crunching through the thick snow as he tried to get closer to Pang Jian.
He stopped abruptly again.
Because at this moment, he saw the little snowman's shoulders shaking and saw the snow scattering.
He pulled up the corners of his mouth, and his fat face full of fat was instantly filled with joy from the bottom of his heart.
The smile on his lips suddenly spread across his entire face. Because his smile was too exaggerated, his eyes were squeezed even smaller by the fat.
"Good disciple."
"Now that you are back, I know that you are a lucky person and will not get lost in the world."
"Damn it! These bastards who gossip about me behind my back! If I wasn't here to protect you, I would have cut off their tongues!"
This fat man in blue clothes, who was as fat as a big bear, stopped in the heavy snow, but he kept talking incoherently and gesticulating as if to show something.
As the current owner of the Sword Tower and the most talented swordsman of this era, he has a rare innocent heart.
Although he is already quite old, he still acts like a teenager in most cases. He lacks the dignity of a landlord, nor does he have the bearing of a master.
He simply hoped to live up to the Sword God's trust and take the Sword Tower to a higher level.
He just hoped that his disciples could live well, and wanted to be the big tree that all his disciples could rely on, so that his disciples would not be oppressed by any sect or any true god in this world.
He just hopes that all his female confidantes are doing well.
As the master of the Sword Tower, as a man, and as a master, he did his best to bear everything.
The snow stopped and Pang Jian opened his eyes.
Looking at the big fat man in front of him, whose face was filled with joy and excitement, and the light shining in his small eyes, Pang Jian smiled brightly: "Master."
After his father disappeared, no one else had treated him as well as the fat man in front of him.
This fat man made him feel warm and filled his heart with gratitude.
When he was trapped in the Demonic Spirit Continent, it was this person who, with his cultivation at the peak of the Immortal Realm, fell into the dangerous world below to look for him.
For him, he did not hesitate to fight Li Bai, a level 10 warrior from the Demon Scale Clan.
When he was suppressed by the Dragon Cave in the Holy Spirit Continent, it was this man who announced to the outside world that he would go into seclusion to break through to the True God realm, making those arrogant and brutal dragons in the Dragon Cave dare not act rashly.
Pang Jian feels extremely lucky to have such a master who supports him with all his heart.
Now, with a seat of god in the purgatory world, he has successfully created an immortal spirit by fusing the soul.
Even if it's just for the person in front of him, he has to shoulder the heavy burden of the Sword Tower and take on everything for this person.
"Don't worry. I'm fine."
Pang Jian, who seldom smiled, kept smiling when facing this person.
He asked, "Master, is the Sword Tower okay? Is this world okay?"
"Now that you're back, this world is great."
Li Zhaotian laughed out loud.
Although the master and the disciple communicated with sword orders most of the time, they never felt strange when they met in person.
For the closest people, there is no need for many words, emotion is the deepest bond.
The wonder of the immortal spirit, the feeling of escaping from the strange fog, another catastrophe called the Dark Prison, the magical structure of the Star Devourer, and the details of its battle.
He did not hide anything from Li Zhaotian and told him everything truthfully.
In the snowy ground, the master and the disciple talked freely.
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Dark prison.
Above the shuttle-shaped ship, there was the altar that should have corresponded to the God of Shadow. When Saint Cui Ling was communicating normally with the outside world again, she felt a cold and unfamiliar will.
"I am the Ice Crystal Goddess from outside your world. I intend to help you eradicate the Star Devourer."
"You need to rebuild two new altars using my method, the method of another god."
"I will tell you how to cast it and how to select strong people who match our needs so that we can complete our descent."
"As long as you follow our instructions, I promise that the Galactus that has plagued your world will die in your world."
The saint's delicate body trembled uncontrollably as she listened carefully.
As she listened, her eyes were already filled with tears.
"High Priest!"
"High Priest!"
She shouted in ecstasy.
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Holy Spirit Continent.
Mu Wentao, another true god of the Ghost Sacrifice Sect, suddenly entered the Dragon Cave and whispered, "Pang Jian, whose soul disappeared in the Broken Land of Nahongdu for nearly two years, has officially returned."
A rough dragon roar sounded.
In the dragon cave, the nine-level old dragons who stretched out their huge dragon heads and listened to Mu Wentao's words left one after another.
A majestic figure in green suddenly appeared.
On his forehead, there are prominent dragon horns, surrounded by hair-thin lightning.
As soon as he arrived, his aura filled the entire dragon cave, making Mu Wentao, a true god, feel oppressed.
"There has never been a true god promoted to the Immortal Realm before." Old Lei Long sat slowly on the stone platform, looking down at Mu Wentao, and asked: "Can such a true god be considered a true god? Is there no flaw in the promotion to the Immortal Realm?"
Mu Wentao shook his head: "Because there is no precedent, I know nothing."
"The Sword Tower is far away, but the so-called Broken Rock Land is not that far from the Holy Spirit Continent." Old Lei Long stroked his chin, pondered for a moment, and said, "I will make some arrangements to test the quality of this True God."
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(End of this chapter)