Chapter 570: Injuries to the Immortal Divine Soul

Pang Jian grasped the true strength of mid-ranking Outer Gods.

His thoughts became fragmented and his consciousness hazy. Even pain did not register to him anymore.

Yang Luo's gaze and voice seemed to come from beyond the heavens, and although he tried hard to listen, he could barely make out her words.

Her divine power continued to spread, clearing out even more bizarre mist, and reducing his chances of reconnecting to the Gate of the Abyss.

Spider threads tightly bound his Immortal Divine Soul. Their terrifying corrosive power further clouded his mind, plunging him into deeper confusion.

The unique internal structure of his Immortal Divine Soul was laid bare under Yang Luo's gaze, from his elemental viscera and celestial bodies representing his meridians to his bones etched with his insights into the Heavenly Daos.

The binding force of the growing vacuum suppressed Pang Jian's thoughts, and he even forgot about the existence of the Abyssal Demon until he heard its voice.

I possess the Voice of the Bewitching God. It can twist her thoughts and forcibly alter her will, but only briefly. That fleeting moment will be our chance to escape. You have to seize it,

the Abyssal Demon said with a deliberate slowness, snapping Pang Jian back into clarity.

At that moment, Pang Jian finally noticed that an external force was attempting to unravel the mysteries of his Immortal Divine Soul.

Now!

the Abyssal Demon growled, hands swiftly forming intricate seals as he sat cross-legged within the greenish-black demonic orb.

A resounding demonic chant echoed through Yang Luo's mind, across the vacuum, and within Pang Jian's Immortal Divine Soul.

Boom!

The binding force of the vacuum dissipated as the Abyssal Demon successfully twisted Yang Luo's will using the demonic chant.

Her mind momentarily relaxed, causing her power to waver, inadvertently releasing Pang Jian's bindings. The spiderwebs entangling Pang Jian's limbs also slackened and their corrosive power faded.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Blinding streaks of black-gold sword light cut apart the spiderwebs. Unlike before, the threads neither reformed nor regenerated, allowing Pang Jian to fully recover his lucidity.

His thoughts and awareness had steadily eroded since the spiderwebs had ensnared him.

Yang Luo's power had increasingly fragmented his consciousness as she dragged him closer with her spider legs, leaving his mind hollow and unable to focus for long enough to gather his strength.

Only once the demonic chant rang out could he finally restore his awareness.

Regaining his grip on the Abyssal Demon Sword, Pang Jian effortlessly severed the threads connecting to Yang Luo. Dazzling sword light, still brimming with residual power, struck her bone-white spider leg.

A surge of immense corrosive divine power erupted from Yang Luo's spider leg, effortlessly extinguishing his sword light.

The Abyssal Demon let out a piercing screech as he sent streaks of greenish-black sword light toward Yang Luo.

Yang Luo's cold eyes flickered with resistance against the Abyssal Demon's chant.

We're no match for her right now! Even at my peak, our strengths were only evenly matched! We need to leave!

the Abyssal Demon cried.

Pang Jian did not hesitate to unleash his full strength.

His chest glowed with five-colored divine radiance as his molten heart ignited in a furious blaze.

Roaring flames surged through his blood vessels and meridians, extending into his liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys, igniting the manifestations of Metal, Wood, Water, and Earth. The five organs transformed into five vast worlds, all interconnected through his blood vessels.

As his five divine viscera erupted with earth-shattering power, the stars, sun, and moons flared dazzlingly in unison.

The myriad energies within his Immortal Divine Soul harmonized perfectly and their radiance merged seamlessly with the Abyssal Demon Sword.

The sword tore through the vacuum in a blinding streak of light, carrying Pang Jian back to the bizarre mist.

Entering the bizarre mist, Pang Jian reconnected with his physical body and immediately used the Gate of the Abyss to open a spatial rift.

Whoosh!

Pang Jian disappeared.

***

In the vacuum, the struggle in Yang Luo's eyes soon faded back into her earlier cold indifference.

An artifact capable of opening a spatial rift within the bizarre mist, and one that leads to an abyss at that.

Have the True Gods of the Abyss truly come to understand the bizarre mist to such an extraordinary degree? That brat can move freely between abysses with that artifact.

Presenting that artifact to the Great One would be considered a monumental achievement.

Despite Pang Jian's escape, Yang Luo showed no sign of frustration.

***

Pang Jian successfully escaped to the Shadow Abyss with the Gate of the Abyss.

The chest of his Immortal Divine Soul had been stripped of its outer layer under Yang Luo's gaze.

The encounter had left him deeply shaken, and he was now keenly aware of the immense strength of the mid-ranking Outer God.

After safely returning to the Shadow Abyss, he briefly conversed with the Abyssal Demon before attempting to heal his injuries.

That was when he encountered a problem.

His Immortal Divine Soul was unique in its composition and he had no idea how to restore the eroded flesh on his chest.

Refining it using his blood essence was ineffective, even when combined with the powers of cold energy, lightning, the five elements, and the energies from the celestial bodies.

Worse still, the injury to his chest had left his Immortal Divine Soul trapped in its towering state. He could neither shrink nor return it to his physical body.

Strange...

Pang Jian attempted to absorb energies within the Shadow Abyss, hoping the energies of this world would help regenerate his Immortal Divine Soul.

It was futile.

He then turned to the Abyssal Demon for help, but the Abyssal Demon admitted its lack of knowledge on the matter.

Pang Jian's Immortal Divine Soul was far from ordinary, unlike the flesh-and-blood bodies of Outer Gods. This peculiarity lay beyond the Abyssal Demon's understanding.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Two divine lights descended from the sky.

The two Outer Gods, having since returned their divine artifacts to their true bodies, immediately noticed something was wrong with Pang Jian.

"Who did this to you? Who injured you so severely?" Han Yi's eyes gleamed icily, voice was as piercing as a blade of frost. "I heard some Outer Gods under He Motian's command have been searching for you in the bizarre mist.

"For you to be hurt this badly, it had to have either been a host of low-ranking Gods or a mid-ranking God.

"Who is it?" the Frost Crystal God demanded. "My true body is also in the bizarre mist. Tell me who it was, and I'll go find them!"

"Are you insane?!" Ying Yue cried out in alarm. "It doesn't matter who it is, they're still part of our faction! Have you ever thought about the consequences of taking action for Pang Jian?"