Purgatory

Chapter 907: Meteoric Relics
"Found it, sir."

Deep in a ruined ancient city, there knelt an Eldar god with a spear on his back. He looked up at the intricately carved statue of the God of Wisdom, his eyes filled with awe.

The statue made of beautiful jade suddenly had a gleam of light in its eyes.

A vast will was injected into the statue from a distance, turning it into one of Fuya's incarnations. The jade statue seemed to have instantly turned into a living creature of flesh and blood.

"Where did your information come from?"

Fuya asked in a gentle and calm voice.

"A middle-level god of the Void Clan, named Ziwu." The spirit god of the Elven Clan with a gun on his back first explained Ziwu's discovery, and then said: "The intention of the God of Void is for us and Luoshen to arrange some gods to enter the 'Misty Dust Alien Realm' and wipe out the human race's forces that have entered the sky."

"Tianyu is still the same. He cherishes his people too much." Fuya smiled and nodded calmly, "You count some guys and let them cooperate with the Xu tribe member named Ziwu."

"By the way, I will arrange for someone else to go with you."

"With Him taking action, this battle will be a sure win."

"The strange world of dust..."

Fuya whispered to herself, with information about this strange land flowing through her mind.

After a moment, His smile became even brighter: "I remember that there was no place for those rats to hide near that strange land."

"An abandoned and desolate place is indeed an ideal battlefield." The gun-carrying spirit echoed.

"Go and get ready." Fuya waved her hand, and a divine consciousness was withdrawn from the statue, and the statue once again became a half-dead thing that could only listen to the words of the believers.

……

Dark Star.

"Holy Spirit, there is news!"

The graceful body of the sacred Vermillion Bird stopped in the raging sea of ​​fire and respectfully reported to Pang Lin: "A member of the Xu Clan accidentally discovered the movements of the remnants of the human race in the 'Misty Dust Land' and is gathering his men to go there."

"understood."

Pang Lin’s voice came from the huge throne.

"Wow!"

The black phoenix that she refined with the power of darkness turned from the heart of the star into a beam of black light and flew over. It landed in front of the Suzaku divine bird and said, "We'll get in on this too."

"There is no space teleportation array for us to use in the Misty Dust Land, and our relationship with the Void Clan is not good either." The Suzaku Divine Bird was troubled. "If we don't rely on the space magic power to travel from the Ancient Demon Realm to the Misty Dust Land, I'm afraid we won't be able to make it in time."

“The Illusion Mirror is in my hand, why can’t I get through?” Pang Lin said calmly.

“Illusionary Void Realm?” The sacred bird Suzaku suddenly jumped up in joy and screamed, “Holy Spirit, the Illusionary Void Realm that disappeared for many years is actually in your hands?”

"It has always been in my hands. Tianyu has been looking for this thing for many years. He participated in the battle to besiege me in order to obtain information about the Illusionary Realm from me." Pang Lin snorted coldly and said, "Go and summon the demon gods. When they are ready, come here and wait."

"As ordered!"

……

In the ruins area.

Pang Jian was located in the dreamlike God and Demon Creation Temple, with his divine consciousness integrated into the temple. He imprinted the laws of life buried deep in the temple onto his own godhood.

Every minute and every second, he was analyzing the laws of life and sorting out the various truths of life.

During this period, he was multitasking, and his senses were still wandering in the stars.

In addition to using the God and Demon Creation Institute to inject a lot of power into the World Tree and help the true gods of the human race to strengthen their cultivation realm, he was also searching for things with rich life essence.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally sensed a breath of life in a mysterious and strange place that made him feel thrilling.

It was a fragmented galaxy.

The stars were shattered, the big pieces were as big as land, the small pieces were as small as dust, the altars of gods of various races, corpses, and fragments of scrapped artifacts could be seen everywhere.

The sun and the moon also became extinguished and silent, no longer emitting any light.

This was obviously an outer battlefield where the gods had gathered and engaged in a fierce battle.

His consciousness was attracted by the majestic life force and came here across the boundless galaxy. He saw countless brilliant traces of civilization on the shattered stars and the ruins of many temples and kingdoms.

Here, there is also a exploded God and Demon Creation Institute, without any trace of life force left.

"What the hell is this place?" Pang Jian was surprised.

His divine consciousness floated like a ghost in all directions of this alien galaxy battlefield, searching for the wonder that attracted him.

"Obviously there is something."

He was sure that there must be an object containing vast life force, or some powerful creature, lurking in this outer galaxy, but he couldn't sense it easily.

"call!"

A ghostly consciousness wanders around like an invisible wind, scattering perceptions.

"What are you looking for?"

A strange wave suddenly rippled from the moon's wreckage without light, and a shadow-like foreign object slowly formed, speaking to the air: "This Meteoric Ruins has always been under my care. Where did you come from? How could your consciousness break through the seal and descend into the Meteoric Ruins?"

The image-like foreign object was refined by the complex power of this place and transformed into an old man in a gray robe.

He didn't look like a god, nor did he have any flesh and blood, like an illusory being.

He had no skeletal or internal organ features, just a vague and ethereal image, and it was impossible to tell what ethnic group he came from.

"You're talking to me? Who are you?"

Pang Jian released the fluctuations of his divine breath outwards, maintaining a strong vigilance, and actually had a terrible feeling that he could be wiped out by the other party at any time.

When the goddess of wisdom, Fuya, and Lingyun, met in the cave, they did not notice his existence.

The person in front of him was not even a living being with flesh and blood, but he had already found him shortly after he arrived. This forced Pang Jian to treat it with caution.

"who am I?"

The gray-robed old man had sunken eye sockets, and his eyes were lifeless, only dark and deep.

He didn't move his body at all, just kept that slightly stiff posture, pondered for a long time, and then answered seriously: "I can't remember."

"All I know is that I am the caretaker of the Meteorite Ruins and a part of this ancient site."

"Perhaps, I am one of the fallen gods, or perhaps I am a mixture of the remnants of multiple gods. The memories of the past have not left any trace in my mind. My only responsibility is to prevent any god from setting foot here again."

"But you broke my seal and came to the world I protect."

"Can you tell me where you are from?"

He did not give a useful answer. After some confusing remarks, he asked about Pang Jian's background.

"I came from the strange fog sea, passed through a god and devil creation courtyard, and brought my will here." Pang Jian thought for a moment, and then said: "In this ancient ruins of the fallen gods, there seems to be something that attracts me. It contains an incomparable amount of life force."

"Oh, so you are looking for the Crystal of Life." The gray-robed old man chuckled and said calmly, "The divine crystal is indeed here, but it is not something you can get your hands on. Weird Mist Sea? I haven't heard of this place for a long time. I vaguely remember that I came from there."

Pang Jian was shocked.

The creatures that escaped from the sea of ​​fog were almost all extremely powerful gods. They were able to gain a foothold in the galaxy and become the guardians of this ancient site of fallen gods. They must have come from great backgrounds.

Crystal of life?

Pang Jian thought about it again and again, but still had no idea what this thing was.

Seeing that Pang Jian did not respond, the old man pondered for a few seconds and asked again: "There are many worlds with the word 'prison' in the Weird Mist Sea. Which world did you come from? What is your tribe?"

"Purgatory, the human race." Pang Jian answered truthfully

"Purgatory? I've never heard of it. I don't remember a world with the word 'hell' in it, let alone a human race." The gray-robed old man was very surprised and asked curiously, "How come the worlds in the Weird Fog Sea have increased from eleven to twelve?"

"There are only eight left. The Demon Prison, the Spirit Prison, the Wood Prison, and the Star Prison, all of which no longer exist. Purgatory should be the last piece of heaven and earth to be formed." Pang Jian was a little shocked.

If the old man was not talking nonsense, he should be a powerful man from the Mist Sea long ago, whose history can be traced back to ancient times.

"From twelve to only eight?" The old man sighed, looking sad. "It seems that in the competition between the two, the one above always has the absolute upper hand."

"And I, I..."

He held his head in confusion, looking at the shattered Milky Way in front of him, and said, "I seem to be imprisoned here, forced to guard this place for it."

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(End of this chapter)