The strange mist surged, and the mist was pulled by his mighty power and returned to the boundary wall behind him.
The tenth-level earth spirit has the ability to shake the world. His remaining power in this space is still pushing the Demon Spirit Continent bit by bit.
He will realize his ideal, and the Demon Spirit Continent will soon be completely free from the mist and become a complete landmass in the fourth realm.
According to his vision, the Demon Spirit Continent will become another holy land that can accommodate new demon clans such as spiritual beasts and ferocious beasts.
He is willing to sacrifice his own life to find a place for future generations of monsters to settle down. He longs for more tenth-level beings like him, such as the Yuan Snake and the Heavenly Phoenix, to emerge.
He tirelessly pursues the road to prosperity for the demon clan, and also seeks a way out for all new demon clans.
His ambitions, his desires, and his mental journey are endlessly surging at the end of the sea of thoughts.
Complex emotions that Liu Youyu and others could not sense were floating in the space in front of Pang Jian's forehead.
Pang Jian stayed quietly.
As if he had traveled across eras, he felt the ancient black turtle's arduous journey of seeking the right to survive for the demon clan.
The sadness and pain of Xuangui, the helplessness when being betrayed, the passion when regaining consciousness, and the perseverance and obsession...
Pang Jian felt and understood seriously, and his soul was gradually touched.
Later, he no longer stayed where he was, but crossed the black turtle's broad back and reached the boundary wall.
He wanted to do something for Xuangui, and wanted to see if he could get this demon clan ancestor who had devoted everything to the demon clan out of the boundary wall of the mist.
However, he ultimately did nothing.
Because the black turtle is dead, it is the power left behind that continues to promote what he wanted to achieve during his lifetime.
At present, the continent is slowly moving away from the boundary wall, and the strange fog shrouding the continent is also returning.
Since things have gone according to Xuan Gui's vision during his lifetime, if he acted recklessly and accidentally destroyed Xuan Gui's plan, wouldn't it mean that Xuan Gui would die in peace?
suddenly.
"You promised me."
A sad and disappointed voice quietly sounded from the "Gate of Purgatory".
Pang Jian was shocked.
On the back of the bronze medal, the words "Gate to Purgatory" disappeared and became as smooth as a mirror.
A haggard old man covered in black and yellow tortoise shells looked at him calmly with a pair of green eyes, as if across infinite time and space.
The old man's face was wrinkled and his breath was decaying. He looked like he was dying of old age, as if he would die of old age at any time.
His eyes, as deep as the sea, were filled with reluctance.
He was deeply disappointed with humanity, the world, and even himself.
"It was you, generations of world gods, who first convinced me and made promises to me, and then I roped in all the great demons to join the battle. But in the end, you failed to fulfill your promises."
"You world gods owe us the demon clan."
"We risked everything and tried our best for this, but we failed to get the world that should belong to us."
"..."
The image of the old man slowly dissipated.
This scene, which is sealed on the back of the bronze medal and has been hidden for countless years, seems to be waiting for this moment, just to emerge in the true body of Xuan Turtle.
——In order to let Pang Jian see it.
This is a deliberate retention of the previous world gods, to let this generation of world gods know the responsibilities they should shoulder and the debts owed by their world gods!
"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. Therefore, the Realm Gods of the previous generations could not give an explanation to the big monster like a black tortoise."
"But every generation of world gods still remembers it."
"Countless years have passed, and the image of Xuan Turtle complaining and being disappointed has been sealed in the bronze medal for every generation of world gods to see."
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, a heavy burden was also entrusted to him.
"I will do my best to fulfill the promises made by the previous generations of world gods and give the demon clan the treatment they deserve!"
Pang Jian held the bronze medal and swore in a low voice.
"call out!"
On the forehead of the fallen black turtle, a beam of blood suddenly shot out and surrounded Pang Jian's body.
The blood filled with vitality immediately gave him a brand new tempering and forging.
Pang Jian's mind was shaken, and he felt drowned by the majestic sea of qi and blood.
"The black tortoise shell is broken, but I still have the aura of the tortoise shell on my body. The bronze medal is also a symbol of identity."
He was so blessed that he knew this was a gift from the tenth-level black turtle.
He did not dare to neglect, and immediately entered the state of body tempering cultivation, silently operating the "Great Creation Holy Body".
Jade body realm, phantom bone realm, essence and blood realm, golden body realm, creation realm, and rebirth realm.
"Wow!"
A brilliant golden light emanated from his whole body, like a golden statue suspended in the air, accepting the worship of thousands of creatures.
The majestic, solemn, and sacred feeling that cannot be blasphemed was released from his body, mind, and soul.
His skin and flesh are all dazzling golden, and even without the protection of the shield, he is still not infected by the strange mist.
The countless tempers of his body also inspired his golden soul.
"call!"
His soul floated away from his body, floating in the mist, and transformed into a huge golden spiritual pot using the "Hu Tian Qi Nourishing Technique" to withstand the impact and temper of the mist.
In the later stages of the soul wandering realm, the soul should be fearless of the earthly flame magma and be able to stay in the mist for a while.
Putting aside the magma, fire and water for now, at this moment, his soul exists in the mist, and he feels more comfortable than in the Gangfeng, without the unspeakable pain.
"My soul is naturally adapted to the mist, like a fish in water."
Pang Jian felt something in his heart.
…
Land edge.
"Dong Tianze!"
"Zhou Qingchen!"
"Wu Yuan!"
A Tianling Pagoda flew by, and just when Lu Yanshu and others were preparing to fight, Zhou Qingchen, Wu Yuan and Dong Tianze, who appeared, all screamed at the same time.
"Dong Tianze of the Third Realm, Yinling Temple, a guy who returned from the Forbidden Land of Jue Tian."
After Lu Yanshu was relieved of his vigilance, he was also secretly surprised and asked: "Were you also tricked by Zhou Yi?"
Both are at the Concentration Realm, and Dong Tianze is one of the few guys on the merit list who comes from the world below and can continue to rise in the rankings.
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, who finally met a living person, found that the familiar Zhou Qingchen and Wu Yuan were there, with a strange smile on his face.
This smile made Zhou Qingchen and Wu Yuan feel awkward.
The two of them didn't know that after Dong Tianze fell, the Yudong Tianling Tower roared in the mist-shrouded continent, and so far they hadn't encountered a single living being.
And he's still lost.
He had been wandering around blindly for ten days and a half, thinking that he would die in the fog again this time, so he was naturally very happy to see Zhou Qingchen and Wu Yuan.
"The invitation initiated by Hong Qiming, organized by Zhou Yi of Jiuli Sect, tricked many people into coming in." Zhou Qingchen explained a few words briefly and said: "What about you."
"I fell with the meteorite..."
The two sides quickly exchanged messages and intelligence.
"That sea of meteorites in the third realm fell into the Demon Spirit Continent? Above us is the place where Tianfeng in the third realm once disintegrated?"
"Tianfeng is the strongest level ten spirit beast! After his death, the phoenix bone appeared so coincidentally above the Demon Spirit Continent shrouded in strange mist?"
"Does he have any connection with this continent and the black turtle?"
Everyone had a heated discussion with great imagination.
After a while.
"Pang Jian is actually here."
Dong Tianze became very relaxed. He was not anxious at all and 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, Fanchen, Feiyuzhou and Kunpengjian returned from the depths of the mist together.
But at this time, before anyone could ask about Pang Jian's whereabouts, 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 Demon Spirit Continent actually reappeared in front of everyone.
"The Creation Institute of Gods and Demons!"
Knowing the mystery of this illusory city and the strangeness of Ling Yimo inside, everyone suddenly felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
In the majestic and illusory blue city, the figure of the girl from the Ghost Festival reappeared. Her eyes looked around everyone, with doubts in her eyes.
It seemed that he was wondering where Pang Jian had gone.
She suddenly sighed quietly in the Gods and Demons Creation Institute.
Her soul is also wearing a white skirt, and there are many cyan and purple talismans on the corners of the skirt. At this moment, the talismans are flying and floating, forming a series of strange arrays.
The Institute of Creation of Gods and Demons was originally an illusory thing like bubbles in the water, but now it gradually gained a sense of reality.
"Roar!"
"Howling!"
There are dragon souls, giant beast souls, and divine bird souls, flashing from the windows of the Gods and Demons Creation Institute, flying and roaring in the city.
Countless ferocious beasts, spiritual beasts, and the so-called demon souls in Fan Chen's mouth began to appear one by one.
There are also high-level demon clans whose demon souls are all in human form. They chat and laugh with each other, as if they are recounting the glory of the demon clan.
"Whoa! Whoa!"
The Demon Spirit Continent was shaken, cracks were torn open, and strange light erupted from the ground.
Rays of strange light were injected into the illusory Gods and Demons Creation Institute, seeming to materialize an illusory city, and the demon souls within seemed to have regained their former might.
"Lehun!"
Ling Yimo drank softly.
"call!"
Shen Yanxi, who was in the desolate realm, was the first to fly out of her soul, and her soul body fell towards the suspended Gods and Demons Creation Institute.
"help me!"
Shen Yanxi yelled and struggled desperately, using her two hands to pull.
But her soul was still out of control, flying towards the Gods and Demons Creation Institute, and flew in front of Ling Yimo.
Ling Yimo's pursed mouth quietly opened, and then became bigger and bigger.
In front of everyone, she actually swallowed Shen Yanxi's soul whole and chewed it with a face of satisfaction as if she was eating delicious food. Everyone who watched it was horrified.
"Lu Yanshu."
Ling Yimo muttered vaguely.
Lu Yanshu, who came from the Pure Land, had his soul in his own sea of consciousness, shrinking into an ice crystal ball.
Because of 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’s nothing better than this delicious food in the world.”
Ling Yimo's smile became even brighter.
…
(End of chapter)
