Beyond the sky, unknown star region.
Among the many dim and silent stars, there is a foggy area that is shrouded in sand and dust all year round and is rarely visited by people.
There are no abundant resources or mining areas here, and the energy of the galaxy is extremely scarce, so no one is interested.
There is no sign of any living creature above those dead stars, and they can be considered to be places abandoned by the gods.
Inside the fog, there are jagged rocks suspended in the dusty void.
Above one of the huge gray-white rocks, a strong space wave suddenly emerged, and a narrow space gap as sharp as a knife edge quickly formed.
“Swoosh! Whoosh!”
Many strong men with different facial features, seemingly from different ethnic groups, escaped from the cracks in space one by one.
They come from different star fields and worlds.
However, after arriving at this gray-white rock, he immediately used his Qi and blood supernatural powers to change his bones, body shape, skin, and face, all of which became human images.
These people are familiar with each other. When they look at each other, they sigh with emotion, their faces are gloomy, and they seem to have a lot on their minds.
"Mr. Lin, your condition seems to be getting worse."
Du Tianyan, who was originally a strong and sturdy man, now had his body shrunk by half. He bowed to Lin Baixiang, who sat down with a droopy butt, and said, "A hundred years have passed in a flash, and there are only nine of us left."
"The fact that we didn't become extinct in outer space is already a victory." Lin Baixiang, whose long white eyebrows naturally fell from both sides of his cheeks like a slender white dragon, coughed a few times while speaking, appearing to be lacking in energy and blood.
He glanced at the person coming over with a cloudy look, and then asked the virtual spirit who also came from the Sword Tower, "How have you been lately?"
The elegant and graceful Sword God of the Void had just appeared in the image of a ghost. Now he had restored his true form and said with a wry smile, "The star region where I appear happens to be in the world of the spirit race ruled by the Goddess of Wisdom, Fuya. Therefore, I am often hunted by the high-ranking gods of the spirit race and never dare to show my power."
"After I was promoted to the Divine Manifestation Realm, my realm was only barely stable because I didn't have the support of divine medicine and spiritual treasures."
Xu Ling sighed and said, "I'm still fine, but you...are you still not healed from your injuries?"
Lin Baixiang pinched one of his long eyebrows, smiled nonchalantly, and said, "I'm afraid it will be difficult to recover."
Like him, like Du Tianyan, and like the ethereal true gods of the alien race, they had long ago learned to adjust their bones and internal organs and disguise themselves as aliens from outer space to carry out their activities.
Unless they encounter gods of the same level or stronger than them, they generally do not reveal their identities.
In most cases, exposure means... death.
Among the four great rulers outside the sky, except for the God of Destiny who did not care about the ethnic conflicts at all, the other three rulers had reached a tacit understanding long ago when facing the true God of the human race.
If the true god of the human race appears, they will command their subordinates to kill him, and among them, the Goddess Luo is the most ruthless.
After the death of their original leader, the true gods of the human race active in outer space would lose their companions in battle every once in a while.
From dozens of people at the beginning to only nine people now, the number of true gods of the human race is getting smaller and smaller.
In later times, because those foreign gods left many arrangements in the galaxy outside of Purgatory, those who had finally broken through the cage and escaped from Purgatory suffered heavy blows and died directly.
Leaving purgatory means death.
Without new true gods leaving, the older generation of true gods are like rats crossing the street, targeted by those gods from outside the sky, which has led to the current difficult situation.
Without abundant resources for cultivation, and not daring to reveal their identities, they can only survive in anonymity.
"The catastrophe that occurs once every 100,000 years has started in the sea of fog." Du Tianyan, who occasionally went deep into the strange fog, leaned against a rock and said in a deep voice: "When the catastrophe starts, all the prison worlds will be affected. I don't know what will happen to my hometown."
"Purgatory..."
Many of the human race’s true gods showed expressions of nostalgia.
Before they broke the Heavenly Ban and left, they were the strongest beings in the Purgatory World, the rulers of the top forces and had great reputations.
They could not have imagined that after stepping out of purgatory and traveling across the boundless galaxy, they would end up like this.
The surviving true gods still don’t understand why the original true god leader was so determined to destroy the Temple of the Gods, causing the overlords from outer space to become furious and regard the human race from Purgatory as a cancer.
With their leader dead, they have no answers and can only continue to hide.
"The God of Light and the God of Wisdom seem to have all gone to the galaxy above the sea of fog."
Pei Lin, who came from the Desolate Realm, is now in the Godly Arise Realm. He is well-informed and said, "I have been hiding in a demonic realm, pretending to believe in a demon god. I have received a lot of news recently."
Under everyone's surprised gaze, Pei Lin said that there was an alien called Yuanmo who broke free from the purgatory and was hunting demons everywhere to increase his strength.
"He is also a disciple of your Sword Tower. His name is Pang Jian. He seems to have become a true god." Pei Lin explained.
“Hmm!”
Lin Baixiang was somewhat excited and said with a smile: "After we stepped out of Purgatory, I heard that Jianlou was forced to fall to the second realm because of the loss of the true god."
"Oh, if a young man like Pang Jian can become a god, then my Sword Tower should be able to return to its ancestral land."
This is rare good news in recent years.
"The catastrophe has come, but we can't help. If this continues, we will all fade into oblivion sooner or later." Du Tianyan frowned, and said, "I am more afraid that something will happen to my homeland. I am afraid that those alien races with the support of the gods from outer space will be able to change the world in Purgatory. I am afraid that our human race will eventually lose even its foundation."
After these words were spoken, all the true gods of the human race who remained in outer space were in a bad mood.
After a while.
"What we lack is resources, and we also lack a God Lord." Lin Baixiang looked at everyone and said, "Several people who had the hope of reaching the God Lord realm died when the Temple of the Gods was destroyed. Later, several people tried, but they all failed without exception. This dealt a heavy blow to us."
"This new era, this great catastrophe that has occurred for a hundred thousand years, may be our chance."
Lin Baixiang's eyes swept across the faces of Du Tianyan, Xu Ling, and Pei Lin, the outer-world true gods, and said expectantly: "If anyone among you can successfully reach the God Lord Realm, we still have hope."
"Mr. Lin, you should have the most hope." Pei Lin said in a low voice.
Lin Baixiang shook his head and smiled bitterly, saying: "I am too badly injured. It is impossible for me to recover. How can I talk about impacting the Divine Lord Realm?"
"Perhaps in our homeland, there will be a rising star of the new era who will stand out brilliantly and help us break the shackles of this realm." Xu Ling murmured.
"It's difficult, as difficult as ascending to heaven."
"The Star River Gods are stationed above the foggy sea. Going out is a dead end. Who can escape?"
"Xu Ling, you are too bold to think about it."
Everyone was talking at once, and no one thought that in today's era, there would be a successor to Purgatory who could create a miracle.
…
Purgatory, the first realm.
Xirang Continent, the former site of the Sword Tower.
A handsome man with black hair, black eyes and wildly flying eyebrows, a wooden sword hanging from his waist and a bronze mask in one hand, stood under the inverted nine-story tower.
"Sword Tower! We are finally home!"
The sword spirit in the wooden sword made a vibrating buzzing sound.
"Mu Qingya!"
"Tianmu Sword!"
On the bottom floor of the Sword Tower, the fat old man, the thin old man, and the sword spirit named Feng Niang all appeared from the suddenly opened windows and looked at the uninvited guest in front of them.
Mu Qingya, also known as Tianmu Sword, is a sword god who escaped from purgatory.
He is also the ancestor of Mu Aichuan's line.
Ten thousand years later, this sword god of the older generation unexpectedly reappeared in the Sword Tower, instantly causing a sensation.
Li Zhaotian, as well as other Sword Tower elders like Guanghe, Wang Ce, and Liu Junhong, immediately rushed back no matter what they were doing.
Soon, everyone gathered at the Mojian Peak where they had been long ago and stood in front of Mu Qingya.
"Li Zhaotian, right? Pang Jian, is this your disciple?"
In the galaxy outside the sky, Mu Qingya, who disguised himself as the Bronze-faced God, looked at the current host with a meaningful look.
Li Zhaotian grinned: "Yes, he is my apprentice."
Mu Qingya nodded and said, "You have accepted a good disciple."
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(End of this chapter)