Chapter 747: A Mysterious Cloak

"A cloak?"

An illusion struck Jiang Fan the instant he probed the aura seeping from the black veil.

He felt like he was peering into the demonic worlds across the starry skies.

Malevolent thoughts surged like raging torrents, flowing along his divine sense to invade his sea of consciousness.

Jiang Fan's gaze dimmed as a dazed expression appeared on his face.

In his mind, he saw towering ancient Demon Gods, each with a different form, carrying demonic artifacts as massive as mountains. They charged toward him with booming laughter and shouts.

A single glance at this army of ancient Demon Gods was enough to shatter Jiang Fan's spirit and cause his mind to collapse. He no longer knew where he was or who he was. All he could feel was an overwhelming desire to become one of them, a minor Demon God within that unstoppable legion.

This power sought to indoctrinate all beings into becoming demons!

As Jiang Fan was on the brink of collapse, ready to abandon everything he was and pursue the demonic path, Pang Jian replied, "Yes, it's just a cloak."

The heavy haze clouding Jiang Fan's heart was blown away, and his teetering soul was jolted back into clarity.

Jiang Fan let out a long breath. Cold sweat drenched his body, mirroring the chill that gripped his heart.

Suppressing his fear, he asked, "Who does it belong to?"

Pang Jian hesitated. "A Sovereign."

"The Black Empyrean Phoenix in the Seventh World?" Jiang Fan asked in shock.

Pang Jian shook his head.

Jiang Fan only grew more astonished. When Pang Jian offered no further explanation, he said, "You and your master are truly impressive. One merged with the barrier of the Abyss, and the other refined the sky of the Fifth World. The Sword Pavilion is a blessing to both the human race and the Abyss.”

Jiang Fan did not linger after that, soaring into the sky in a streak that radiated an incomparably noble aura. He resolved to cast aside the conflicts of the divine kingdoms and, like Zhu Ji, aim for the next breakthrough.

"Pang Jian!" Su Wanrou called out from a distance, her delicate gown fluttering as she swept toward him like a gust of wind.

Li Zhaotian and Yin Ji leisurely approached, flying up hand in hand. A glimmer of astonishment flashed in their eyes as they stared at Pang Jian from afar.

The black cloak that once belonged to Sovereign Demonheaven had finally shrunk down to a size Pang Jian could wear.

As Pang Jian held the cloak, a series of ancient demonic characters flashed across the black material.

He Motian, Fa Ji, Tian Wei, Luan Ji, Qing He, You Jin.

Surprisingly, he recognized every ancient demonic character that appeared, with each representing the name of a Demon God. A single glance at a name was enough for him to faintly sense the location of the corresponding Demon God.

I can use this to find He Motian!

Pang Jian held the cloak with one hand and traced the characters of He Motian's name with the other, focusing his divine sense as he did.

There were multiple He Motians in the starry skies.

Deep within a luxurious palace of a grand city, a burly Demon Race man lounged in a boiling demonic pool, his head tilted back as Celestial Race girls meticulously attended to him.

His eyes were closed in detached pleasure as he nibbled on fruits from the young maidens' hands. A seductive demoness straddled him, her body rising and falling in a hypnotizing motion.

This version of He Motian simply indulged in life's pleasures without restraint.

In a towering demonic temple elsewhere, another He Motian with three heads and six arms sat upright in solemn meditation. Worshipping Demon Race powerhouses surrounded him as he expounded upon the profound truth of the Dao of Demon.

Beyond the bizarre mist, another towering He Motian conversed with several Demon Gods and numerous low-ranking Gods, informing them of the changes taking place within the Abyss.

On the Dark Abyss Continent of the Third World in the Abyss, a robust warrior of the Demon Bull Race sat solemnly at the center of an altar, the shadowy figure of He Motian taking form in his mind.

Demonic energy surged as He Motian's soul devoured the original soul of the Demon Bull Race warrior. The warrior's memories, thoughts, and consciousness were reduced to faint shadows, becoming mere wisps of He Motian's will.

Fragments of He Motian's soul were scattered across the starry skies, indulging in pleasures, preaching the doctrines of the Dao of Demon, and pondering the Dao's deepest truths.

As a Great Demon God, He Motian could divide himself into many manifestations, with several bodies active across different worlds. He Motian appeared to employ a unique form of cultivation involving taking on a diverse range of forms and appearances with his different bodies.

"He Motian!" Zhu Ji's voice rang out above the Demon Bull Race warrior in the middle of being possessed. "If you dare to come here, it must mean you're prepared to die here as well!"

A burst of violent power engulfed the altar where the Demon Bull Race warrior sat.

This was the last thing Pang Jian sensed. He was certain that the He Motian attempting to descend into the Abyss would not escape Zhu Ji's pursuit. This fragment of He Motian's soul would soon be erased.

Sure enough, the He Motian above the bizarre mist let out a muffled grunt before snarling, "Zhu Ji has broken through!"

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𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Pang Jian withdrew his divine sense from the ancient demonic characters representing He Motian, satisfied with what he had seen.

"Fa Ji!" Pang Jian ran his fingers over other ancient characters, focusing his divine sense in an attempt to observe the situation in the Nether Abyss.

Similar to He Motian, there were also multiple Fa Ji.

As Pang Jian watched, a look of bewilderment crossed his face, his expression growing increasingly strange.

At that moment, Su Wanrou finally arrived. "Pang Jian, is that cloak you're holding the sky that once separated the Fifth World from the Fourth World?"

"Mhm," Pang Jian hummed in confirmation.

Su Wanrou covered her mouth as she let out a gasp of astonishment. Noticing Li Zhaotian and Yin Ji quickly approaching, she hastily asked, "And those ancient characters you're touching, what do they represent?"

"A Great Demon God who is neither male nor female," Pang Jian said, frowning first, then explaining, "His name is Fa Ji, and he's also a World God. His primary demonic body is fighting in the Nether Abyss in the form of a male, but he also has three other bodies, and they are all females..."

Pang Jian trailed off, at a loss for what else to say on the matter.

"In any case, that soul is definitely his!" he concluded.

These three female manifestations of Fa Ji included a young demon girl, a mature demoness, and an androgynous witch.

The young demon girl lounged among older Demon Race men, seemingly having a preference for the elderly.

The mature demoness took pleasure in toying with the affections of naive youths of the Demon Race.

The androgynous witch had only female companions.

Fa Ji's true body was clearly that of a fierce Demon Race man, overflowing with masculine vigor. However, he had divided three portions of his soul and reincarnated them into three Demon Race women of different ages, each indulging in different kinds of pleasure—older men, young boys, and other women.

Sovereign Demonheaven's cloak had opened Pang Jian's eyes to an entirely new world, revealing an unseen side of Fa Ji.

As a result, Fa Ji's true body within the Nether Abyss ended up being the last one Pang Jian examined.