The Purgatory Calamity-Chapter 870 - 830: River of Wisdom

A figure clad in a spotless white robe, Mou Qi was tall and slender, with a somewhat gentle and demure air, and a handsome face.

The moment He arrived through the Soul Seal, He perceived the intricate subtleties of Han Yi’s Great Tao from the Star River emanated by Pang Jian’s Yuan Shen, and He was certain that Han Yi and Pang Jian must be related!

He understood the Rules of Extreme Cold that Han Yi had comprehended, and He had provided substantial assistance to Han Yi’s accession to the rank of Middle-level God.

In His heart, Han Yi had always been His forbidden delicacy, one He would never allow others to harvest.

Even after Han Yi had caught the eye of God Luo and became one of His followers, Mou Qi still felt the same.

"You junior from the Human Race of Purgatory, by what means did you strip the Mysteries of Extreme Cold from Han Yi’s being?"

The outraged Mou Qi, after regaining His composure, suddenly forced a change in attitude.

He no longer claimed that Han Yi and Pang Jian were secretly communicating but instead suggested that Pang Jian had stolen Han Yi’s Rules of Extreme Cold through some dishonorable means.

In this way, Han Yi wouldn’t be implicated and would still be able to stand her ground among the group of Alien God Spirits.

——In Mou Qi’s selfish heart, Han Yi still belonged to Him, and once Han Yi was accused of having an illicit relationship with the Human Race, she would be finished.

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In the brightly shining Star River, Gold, Wood, Water, Fire, Earth, Thunderbolt, and Cold Ice formed separate zones, with conscious storms surging in different regions.

Pang Jian, as if possessing multiple souls, situated himself in the independent Star River, peering into the soul seals within the void.

"Whoosh!"

A wraith, condensed from spiritual consciousness, emerged within the Thunder Vortex-like Star River, gazing at the three arriving Divine Spirits of the Spirit Race.

This was an incarnate image of Pang Jian’s Yuan Shen after its myriad divisions.

He had transformed his Yuan Shen into a Star River, feeling the seal of the Wisdom Goddess, attempting to shatter the invisible barriers of the void to establish a connection with his True Body.

As soon as the connection with his True Body was established, he would be able to tear a spatial rift and serenely return to Purgatory.

At the very least, he could seize the Thunder Pond and Demonic Robe and confront the three powerful beings of the Spirit Race before him.

"River of Wisdom."

The ethereal and indifferent voice of Fu Ya resonated just as he was releasing his Divine Consciousness to sense.

He saw around him and Mou Qi, a babbling stream taking the shape of a loop, encircling the void they were in.

The stream was colorless and invisible, undetectable by eyes and Divine Power, and only through Divine Consciousness could one glimpse its true form.

Yet, when his disseminated Divine Consciousness came into contact with that "stream," the self-awareness within his Divine Consciousness would be eroded by the power within the "stream."

His Divine Consciousness turned into pure divinity, becoming a part of the "stream."

"The ’River of Wisdom’ that our lord created can augment our Spiritual Intelligence and can also dissolve your Spiritual Intelligence, so don’t bother wasting your efforts."

The High God called Cang Feng, donning bright silver armor, massive and majestic, let out a hearty laugh before summoning a longbow.

Cang Feng drew the bow fully, as the longbow fiercely absorbed the Star River’s supernatural abilities and condensed into a bright silver arrow.

"Watch me shatter your transformed otherworldly Star River."

The God Status within Cang Feng’s brow emerged prominently.

Streams of light surged from His God Status into the bright silver arrow, imbuing it with the Mysteries of Law belonging to His High God status.

Wind, Thunder, Cloud, Rain, four types of Great Tao that coexist, all entered the diminutive arrow.

The small arrow, like the most dazzling sun in the heavens and earth, released energy fluctuations that were truly astonishing.

"Sss!"

The arrow, formed out of nothing, shot straight toward the segment of Star River that Pang Jian had become, landing among different Star Domains.

The silver arrow exploded with a "pop."

Storms whirled with streaks of lightning, wandering through the misty void of heaven and earth, they lifted droplets of a world-ending rain.

The rain poured down, thunder roared, and the storm shocked the world.

In the midst of these catastrophic visions, countless clear True Essences of Laws, like ethereal threads of electric current, wove together, stabilizing the bizarre world that had fractured from the explosion of the tiny arrow.

That terrifying world existed within Pang Jian’s evolved Star River, grinding and destroying everything.

Within the Star River, the Star River of the Five Elements—water, fire, wood, and earth—all these four rivers collapsed and shattered first.

Internally, the Great Tao that Pang Jian comprehended was crushed by the Rules of Extreme Cold.

Only the Power of Gold’s Star River, filled with myriad Thunder Vortexes, and the stars and lands of biting Cold Ice, remained immovable, even as the world born from the transforming arrow tore apart.

This indicated that in terms of the Power of Gold, Thunderbolt’s force, or the mysteries of Cold Ice, Pang Jian was not much inferior to Cang Feng.

"Human Race, God Manifestation Realm, indeed extraordinary,"

As Cang Feng’s companion, Mu Ya squinted her eyes in amazement and said, "I’ve heard that the Human True Gods are extremely formidable, and I thought it was just the followers of God Luo exaggerating, but today I see for myself they are truly remarkable."

He was a newly ascended High God, not having lived long, without experience in battling Human True Gods.

In fact, those who had tirelessly pursued and hunted Human True Gods in recent years were none other than God Luo and his followers.

Occasionally, the God of the Void would provide some assistance.

Mu Ya had always been chasing after the rank of High God, and as a subordinate of the Wisdom Goddess, since Her focus was not on the Human Race, He had not had much interaction with them.

He had always believed that the Human True Gods were far inferior to the Netherworld Gods who did not emerge from the Misty Sea.

At this moment, He suddenly began to see the Human True Gods in a new light, saying, "A youngster, just beginning to make a name for himself, was capable of giving the Old Ape of the Netherworld Prison a hard time and causing headaches for God Luo in Purgatory."

"Pang Jian..."

In Mu Ya’s eyes, dreamlike shadows flickered.

One by one, bizarre and wondrous new worlds, conjured by His divine power within His godly gaze, emerged near the world formed from the exploded arrow, absorbing the stars surrounded by lightning, ice spikes, and golden lights one after another.

Pang Jian, who had fragmented into countless pieces, suddenly felt a sense of disintegration.

His diffused Divine Powers, the intricate Mysteries of Law he had come to understand, his Divine Consciousness, seemed to have been severed by different timelines, with their sense of connection becoming unusually vague.

Mu Ya, in conjunction with Cang Feng demonstrating power, seemed to be dismembering his Primordial Spirit.

"Condense!"

"Gather!"

In the remnants of the shattered Star River, countless streams of radiance convened.

Lightning, ice spikes, golden light, rivers, darkness, stars, and moons—within a short span of time, they merged into one entity, reincarnating into the radiant form of Pang Jian.

This body still shone with brilliance and retained an imposing aura.

Yet not a single force post-fragmentation could break free from the so-called "River of Wisdom," failing to breach Fu Ya’s confinement, unable to manifest in the unrestrained external Misty Sea.

"Pang Jian, you can’t escape."

Mou Qi, who was in charge of anchoring the battle formation, stood afar with a cold expression and said, "The God Manifestation Realm is only on par with High Gods, and you must have just entered this realm."

"You’re alone, while we are three High Gods, who’ve been immersed in this domain for many years."

"Tell me, how can you possibly win?"

Mou Qi’s lips curved up as He heard the pleadings of the Stone Eater and said further, "Pang Jian, that twelfth-level Stone Eater surely cannot escape our superior’s grasp."

"Neither can you."

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