For the first time, the two goddesses from outer space had a huge disagreement.
The anger in Yingyue's eyes was not concealed.
He felt that Han Yi was a little unreasonable. It was okay for her to secretly team up with Pang Jian in order to obtain the Star Devourer in the Dark Prison.
After all, no other gods from outer space can enter the dark prison, and no one knows what they do, so they won’t get into trouble.
But in the strange fog where the gods roam, if Han Yi really wants to stand up for Pang Jian and take action against another god.
Then, without waiting for the high-ranking god who is making things difficult for him to take action, Hemotian and Zimo, the two gods who are in control of the overall situation, will make him die early in this world.
Yingyue would also be implicated, so he would naturally be furious.
"I was impulsive. I'm sorry, Yingyue."
Han Yi calmed his disordered mood, stared at Pang Jian's chest where his internal organs were exposed, and perceived with his extraordinary divine breath.
He was panicked and worried at first, but when he saw that Pang Jian's seemingly miserable condition didn't seem to be a big deal, he slowly calmed down.
But Pang Jian didn't appreciate it and said distantly: "My business has nothing to do with you."
He also found it strange that since the Star Devourer had left, why didn't these two goddesses who had descended from outer space earlier send the Star Devourer's limbs away with the altar for prayers and leave
Why are they still staying in the dark prison
"It's Yangluo. I sense the breath of Yangluo that consumes everything."
Han Yi's face turned cold, as if she didn't hear Pang Jian's cold words, and said: "Yingyue, after our business is over, I will find another excuse to fight with Yangluo."
"Yangluo!" Yingyue was shocked.
He hurriedly used his spiritual sense to sense and smell the dissipating corrosive divine power, and was certain that Pang Jian's previous opponent was Yang Luo.
The Moon Goddess's expression changed slightly: "He actually managed to escape from Yangluo's hands!"
"Han Yi!"
He raised his voice and shouted, "You don't know Yangluo. As a middle-level god, he should be stronger than you and me."
"Also, he has recently gotten close to the Lord. Even He Motian and Zi Mo may not be able to call him to order now."
"At this moment, you are courting death by provoking Yangluo in the strange fog."
Yingyue's eyes, which contained piercing divine power, were staring at Pang Jian's chest while she spoke fiercely, looking at the special structure inside the immortal soul's body after it had lost part of its skin.
He suddenly said: "To heal your injuries, you may need the help of the luck of Purgatory. It is not easy for you to recover in this dark prison that does not belong to you."
Pang Jian's eyebrows moved, and he asked curiously, "Luck?"
"It is the so-called clusters of clouds that were drawn into your soul when you became gods." Yingyue gave the answer.
Seeing that Han Yi was silent and seemed to have calmed down, He continued, "In the galaxy outside the strange fog, there is no such thing. That thing does not exist in every world with the word 'prison'."
"In the Dark Prison, it seems that this special... substance does not exist."
Yingyue's knowledge is obviously much broader than Hanyi's. He even knows about the god position in Purgatory.
Pang Jian, whose flesh and blood could not be regenerated, did not want to pay any attention to the two goddesses who had not left yet. However, when Yingyue mentioned the clusters of clouds that symbolized the throne of God, his curiosity was aroused.
He really had no idea what luck and divine status were and how they came about.
Because of this, he specifically asked Li Zhaotian, but Li Zhaotian couldn't explain it clearly.
"Is this substance unique to the world inside the strange fog?" Pang Jian asked.
"Well, this is a mysterious substance that, after being integrated into the soul, can allow the soul to possess a substantial body. Its production seems to be related to the total number of living beings in a certain world, as well as their strengths."
Yingyue rubbed her smooth forehead as she explained.
The crescent and full moon marks above his forehead suddenly became brighter. It seemed that he was communicating wisdom with his true body far away in the strange fog in this way, and obtaining memories of this aspect from his true body.
"When practicing, practitioners should use their Dantian to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and store it in their bodies."
"The higher the realm of a practitioner, the more spiritual energy of heaven and earth is stored in his body."
"A large amount of spiritual energy, combined with the vitality of your human race, that is, the breath of life, seems to be able to promote this magical substance called luck."
"As more and more practitioners emerge and more and more powerful people are born, the limits of luck will also be broken through."
“Crash!”
Yingyue shook her hands casually, and fifteen star stones appeared, floating quietly in front of her.
There is star power in every star stone.
"These star stones are like god positions, and the star power inside is equivalent to luck. Currently, in Purgatory Heaven and Earth, the human race has a total of fifteen god positions, and this is the limit of the god position."
"If we want to have an extra seat, we need time to slowly strengthen the human race. We need more people to practice, more people to become stronger, and to merge their life force with spiritual energy."
"The luck within the divine throne is channeled into the body of a powerful human. Once it merges with the divine soul, it is considered a successful deification."
"At this point, the soul has completely materialized and is no longer an illusory spirit."
“If a true god-level warrior of the human race dies in Purgatory, or breaks the heavenly ban and leaves Purgatory, new luck will condense in the vacant throne.”
"If they die, the fate of the fallen will return to the position of God, and new people who want to become true gods can be guided at any time."
“And if a true god escapes from Purgatory, since it takes a stream of luck with it, it will take longer for new luck to condense.”
"In short, the limit of the number of god seats rarely changes. It takes thousands of years, or even longer, for the human race's practitioners to grow stronger before one more god seat can be added."
"The fate will undergo some subtle changes due to the death and departure of the true god."
"The birth of the demon god's throne is slightly different. The demon race, whether it is absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth or integrating the filthy alien power, can produce the demon god's seat just like the human race."
"If there are enough monsters, and they are strong enough, more monster god seats will be created."
"The tribes of the fifth realm rely on the combination of filthy alien power and the life energy of living beings to give birth to several positions and produce level ten bloodline warriors."
"Because your body is special, it is a fusion of spirit, soul and destiny. If you are injured, you may need to rely on destiny to repair it."
"I'm afraid this world can't heal you."
Yingyue, the moon goddess, explained in detail the mysteries of godhood and destiny to Pang Jian, the new god of the human race.
Pang Jian listened very carefully.
He felt a little emotional and secretly alert.
Even his master Li Zhaotian had a vague understanding of these things and couldn't explain the reasons clearly.
Unexpectedly, these gods who were not born in the world of "Prison" could speak so convincingly.
The gods from outside the realm clearly attach great importance to Purgatory. In order to eradicate the human race, they have done a lot of work in secret.
“That Lord, Zi Mo of the Ghost Clan, and the Great Demon God He Motian all want to seek the luck of Purgatory and integrate it into their own souls.”
"They want to achieve godhood in Purgatory in another way."
"At present, the Lord has successfully achieved it."
Yingyue said again.
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(End of this chapter)