In the ever-present scorching sun, a magnificent golden palace appears, like a palace of gods.
Just staring, Pang Jian felt his eyes sting, and his bones and soul felt like they were being baked by the scorching sun.
But he was still staring hard.
He wanted to know whether what he saw at the moment was real or an illusion, and he wanted to confirm it clearly.
"Whoa! Whoa!"
The infinite divine fire of the sun was stirred up by the three-legged golden crows, as if they were evolving the principles of the great sun.
In Pang Jian's field of vision, the huge and magical golden throne was shining brighter and brighter!
After a while, Pang Jian's eyes were pierced with tears, and he had to close his eyes.
But at this time, he looked inside himself and found that the miniature scorching sun in the spiritual sea also shone with similar brilliance.
"Sisi!"
Wisps of blazing sunlight suddenly entered his eyes, seeming to be tempering his pupils so that he could adapt to the terrifying power of the sun above his head.
His golden eyes were constantly tempered by the brilliance of the sun, and they gradually stopped crying.
"Is it an illusion?"
Pang Jian reached out and touched it, knowing that he was still in the box.
He felt his own condition again and found that there was nothing abnormal about his body except for the miniature sun in the spiritual sea that continuously sent the sun's rays towards his eyes.
After a long time, he opened his eyes again with doubts and focused his attention on the sun above his head.
This time, he did not shed tears due to the brilliance of the scorching sun, and his pupils were gradually able to adapt.
"The golden throne..."
He tried to get closer to the magnificent palace.
"boom!"
The huge golden throne suddenly reappeared, filling his field of vision.
The three-legged golden crows were still hovering over the golden throne, and the sun fire that waved their wings turned into pieces of sea of fire.
Pang Jian tried to change his vision, no longer focusing on the throne with ripples in space, but looking at other locations.
He gradually noticed that the magnificent golden palace seemed to be floating above the raging and burning sun.
In the outer ring of the sun, there are blazing flames that are constantly exploding, forming terrifying storms and strange spots.
The magnificent golden palace was parked on the surface of the burning and exploding sun, allowing the violent flame spots to wash away repeatedly.
The temple has always remained unchanged.
Pang Jian stared intently, his golden eyes contained divine consciousness, but his power was quietly consumed.
But he didn't realize it.
"There is a golden palace above the sun. Why have I never seen it before?"
"In the Forbidden Place of Prayer, is it possible that the sun god that the evil cultivators call... really resides on the sun?"
"In the fifth realm of purgatory, the Sun God who lives in the Yan and Yao tribes and has always believed in him cannot be the master of the palace, right?"
"..."
Thoughts flashed through Pang Jian's mind.
He felt that it might be because the world of Purgatory was opened, that he could see the mysterious palace above the sun through the copper box, the bronze medal on his body called "Gate of Purgatory", and wisps of golden consciousness.
Gradually, he felt that what he saw was not an illusion, and he began to believe that this was what was happening in real time!
"boom!"
An extremely majestic figure suddenly appeared on the golden throne.
All the three-legged golden crows wandering in the sky suddenly fell from the sky and lay down on the sacred stones around the throne.
The Golden Crows all worshiped the visitor.
Pang Jian tried to stare at the person who came, but found that he could not see his front. He could only see him sitting on the golden throne with his back turned.
Because he didn't know the exact size of the throne, Pang Jian couldn't determine his height and body shape. He could only see that his back was covered by golden armor.
The armor didn't look like an acquired thing, as if it was already a part of his body.
In the back of his heart, there is a blazing ball of light protruding, like a shrunken sun.
No matter how Pang Jian looked at it, he felt that the shrunken sun was a refined sun!
"Purgatory is open again, I'm coming..."
The man spoke to the Golden Crow lying on the ground, and with the divine voice, his divine power naturally flourished.
Pang Jian stared at Him through the world of purgatory, his golden eyes shed tears of pain again, he could not see anything below, and could not hear what He was saying.
"This is a true god!"
Pang Jian closed his eyes and shouted in surprise.
He was very convinced at this moment that the majestic figure that suddenly appeared on the golden throne after returning from nowhere was a real foreign god!
Most likely, he is still the so-called Sun God among the evil cultivators!
After a while, Pang Jian felt a strong sense of uneasiness in his heart.
The sun is just outside purgatory. People in the third, second, and first realms can see the sun when the weather is good.
This shows that the sun is not far from purgatory.
Is it possible for a god who suddenly returned to the sun from nowhere to break into the world of purgatory in his true form?
If He comes, will those true gods in the first realm of Purgatory have the strength to fight?
If the True God loses, what will be the fate of all the sentient beings in purgatory?
Extinct or enslaved forever?
Thinking of this, Pang Jian is somewhat pessimistic about the future, and has a sense of despair that time will not wait for me.
No matter how hard he, Eclipse Vine, and Black Turtle try to improve themselves, if a god like the Sun God suddenly comes directly in his true form, they will not be able to resist.
If the Sun God can come, then wouldn't it be possible for the foreign gods who are eyeing Xiaoshu to enter?
Pang Jian was restless and his pupils hurt so much that he could no longer stare at the sun in the sky and could only think silently in the box.
After an unknown amount of time, the blazing sun disappeared, and stars and a bright full moon emerged.
"Xingyue..."
Pang Jian couldn't bear it anymore.
Looking at the moon, which was much bigger than the stars, he turned his golden consciousness to his eyes, trying to see if he could get closer to the moon.
Not long after, the desolate and cold land with its bumpy surface came into view.
"Is this the moon?"
Pang Jian was surprised.
The moon in his mind was beautiful, but he didn't expect that when his eyes actually reached the moon's surface, he would see such a desolate and lifeless scene.
Before he could think about it, a corpse that had been dead for an unknown number of years suddenly appeared in his field of vision.
It was a man from the Celestial Clan who wore exquisite robes and had twelve pairs of white wings. His face and body had not decayed and were actually completely preserved.
He is an old Celestial Clan member. He is leaning against a small pile of rocks on the surface of the moon, his eyes tightly closed.
He had no ornaments on his body and no utensils around him. He was wrapped in a finely made robe and had a slightly thin body. He had been dead for who knows how many years.
"The heavenly clan with twelve pairs of wings..."
Pang Jian observed for a while and then avoided the corpse of the man from the Celestial Clan, hoping to see more strange things on the moon.
At this moment, extreme fatigue struck.
He suddenly discovered that the twelve golden consciousnesses that escaped into his eyes were as thin as hair.
His thinking was a little fuzzy and incoherent, and it became difficult to think about problems, so he hurriedly pushed open the copper box, took out the soul-nourishing pill and swallowed it.
After swallowing a soul nourishing pill, the breath of soul slowly escapes into the sea of consciousness.
However, the twelve golden consciousnesses that have been exhausted cannot be strengthened by the soul breath of the soul nourishing pill.
Thin strips of golden consciousness still maintain their previous form, and are not slowly filled with soul breath like ordinary spiritual consciousness.
"Ordinary spiritual consciousness allows me to communicate with the black turtles in the third realm, the small trees in this realm, and the anti-bone boy in the fifth realm."
"But the golden consciousness allows me to observe the sky."
"It's just that the golden consciousness that contains divinity cannot be restored with soul nourishing pills."
Pang Jian thought about it secretly and realized something.
In order to verify this, when the twelve golden consciousnesses were extremely weak, he communicated with the dark giant anaconda in the fifth realm.
Perception is established immediately!
Another unbelievably large sky-reaching tribulation pillar was inserted into the icy wilderness. There were also countless withered bones and the complete corpses of ferocious beasts, filling the cold and silent wilderness.
The same sky-reaching tribulation pillar, the same green brilliance, is also suppressing the alien people.
Crossing the endless black sea with the dark giant anaconda, Yu Xin, who was invited from the fifth continent, was also looking at the sky-reaching tribulation pillar of the fourth continent from a distance.
She knew that under the Tongtian Tribulation Pillar, the leaders of various tribes from the Fourth Continent had already gathered.
The foreign leaders of the Fourth Continent were all waiting for her, waiting to hear her experience.
The leaders want to know what methods they used in the Fifth Continent to send their tribesmen to the Fourth Realm despite the terrifying threat of the Sky-reaching Tribulation Pillar.
The dark giant anaconda suddenly stopped.
"What's wrong, Xiao Hei?"
Yu Xin was surprised and flew down from the anti-bone boy.
Looking at those deep black pool-like beast eyes, she immediately reacted and said: "That one..."
She stretched out her fingers and placed them on the forehead of the dark giant anaconda.
The connection between her and Pang Jian was established immediately.
"Your Celestial Clan, with twelve pairs of wings, what level of power are you probably at?"
Pang Jian asked immediately.
"Twelve pairs?!"
The Celestial Saint with six pairs of white wings was dazzled by Pang Jian's question.
She thought about it for a long time before saying: "In the true history of our Celestial Clan, there has never been a clansman with twelve pairs of wings. Only in legends that cannot be verified, there are stories of clansmen with twelve pairs of wings."
"For our Celestial Clan to have ten pairs of wings, it already means that our bloodline is level ten, which is equivalent to the true god of the human race."
"In ancient legends, when we were still living on the first level of Purgatory, there were tribesmen who sensed twelve pairs of wings when Purgatory opened."
"Because it is just a perception and cannot be seen with one's own eyes, there is no way to verify it, so I don't know whether it is true or not, so it can only be classified as a legend."
"However, our heavenly clan's wings can indeed increase with the breakthrough of bloodline. If the twelve pairs of wings truly exist in the world, they must surpass the so-called true gods of your human race."
"It should and can be classified as a god."
Yu Xin told everything she knew.
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(End of chapter)
