Chapter 890: The Catastrophe Befalling the Demon Race

The main material for the Heaven Ascension Tribulation Pillars actually included fragments of the Hall of Gods!

This revelation brought an ominous chill down Pang Jian's spine.

It was entirely plausible for the True Gods in the starry skies to have taken fragments from the Hall of Gods after destroying it.

They then forged the seven Heaven Ascension Tribulation Pillars using a combination of those fragments, parts of the Rock Devourer's Rock Marrow, and rare materials from the Abyss.

Afterward, they engraved the insights of every True God's Heavenly Daos throughout history into the pillars. The sun, moon, stars, flow of time, shifting seasons, mountains, and rivers were all contained within them.

It was no wonder that the foreign race powerhouses could not escape the Fifth World after the seven Heaven Ascension Tribulation Pillars were erected. Pang Jian also finally understood how the pillars could suppress the Black Empyrean Phoenix's remains in the Seventh World.

"The Hall of Gods is the supreme artifact of the Outer Gods. It's a vital tool they used to wage war on the bizarre mist!" The Duke of Thunder's expression was grave as memory after memory surged in his mind. "Pang Jian, those seven Heaven Ascension Tribulation Pillars can never fall into Fu Ya's hands!

"If they do, the Hall of Gods will be capable of destroying all the abysses!

"The supreme will of the bizarre mist won't be able to do anything if all the abysses are wiped out!"

As a member of the Thunder Race in the Thunder Abyss, the Duke of Thunder naturally held a deep attachment to the vast bizarre mist.

Unfortunately, he had never managed to ascend as a Sovereign even after leaving the Thunder Abyss and had never felt the favor or acknowledgment of that supreme will.

Even so, back when he was still seeking enlightenment on the Dao of Lightning atop Thunder God Mountain in the Thunder Abyss, he had known there was a hidden power quietly aiding him.

Only after regaining his deeply buried memories did he realize the truth. The will of each abyss was actually a fragment of the supreme will. Anyone receiving the aid of an abyss was, in essence, recognized by that supreme will.

"I will stand guard over the Abyss," Pang Jian declared solemnly.

The World God Pendant in his hand moved like a sharp blade, slicing through the air before him and tearing open a spatial rift. On the other side of the spatial rift lay endless darkness.

Deep within that darkness, a phoenix spread its wings gracefully, radiating an eerie but captivating beauty.

At the bottom of that darkness lay a massive metallic expanse that seemed to form the world's foundation.

"The Black Empyrean Phoenix!"

"The Seventh World of the Abyss!"

The Duke of Thunder and the World Gods knew Pang Jian's control over the Ruin Realm had deepened the moment they saw him effortlessly open a passage to the Abyss.

"Fa Ji, is the Hall of Gods simply confining the Demon Gods to harness their demonic energy and demonic souls for later use?" Pang Jian asked.

"That's how it appears for now, but I don't know what will happen later," Fa Ji replied with a troubled expression. "Nearly all the Demon Gods have been captured in one sweep. Our Demon Races have suffered a heavy blow."

Fa Ji's body kept shifting forms, alternating between towering like a mountain, turning into a deep sea, and transforming into eerie green-blue lightning.

"The Demon Races need a Sovereign! It doesn't matter if they're from the starry skies or the bizarre mist. We just need a Sovereign to make that bitch Fu Ya think twice!

"Pang Jian, it has to be either the Abyssal Demon or the Primordial Demon. We need them to fight it out and decide a winner!"

Fa Ji pinned the hopes of all the Demon Races on those two.

Suddenly, the Primordial Demon's cold voice drifted through the spatial rift.

"I am the original," the Primordial Demon said matter-of-factly. "Obviously, I will be the one to absorb the Abyssal Demon."

A slender demon appeared in the darkness; his manner was composed and his features handsome.

"I knew you were still alive." Pang Jian let out a cold smile.

A prismatic beam of light shot from his brow straight into the Seventh World of the Abyss.

The multicolored beam flashed through the boundless darkness before condensing into Pang Jian's Immortal Divine Soul.

"You've gathered quite a bit of power while hiding in the Sixth World," Pang Jian's Immortal Divine Soul noted. "The malicious thoughts in the hearts of the denizens of the Abyss allowed you to slowly regain your strength.

"Primordial Demon, do you want to leave the Abyss and fight the Abyssal Demon?"

The Black Empyrean Phoenix in the distance had since stopped moving. Its eyes remained shut, with its continent-like remains shrouded in dense black light.

The aura it previously emitted was a mix of destruction, ruin, death, and corrosion, but now, a strange vitality seemed to be growing within it. It seemed as though the Black Empyrean Phoenix would return to life at any moment, spreading its wings to soar from the Abyss.

"He's fused with all the other fragments, hasn't he?" the Primordial Demon asked casually.

𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Pang Jian's Immortal Divine Soul nodded with a smile. "That's right."

At the same time, in the Ruin Realm, Pang Jian's physical body raised a hand and pulled downward.

The "sky" of demonic energy sank to hover before him.

Stepping into the otherworldly Demon Realm, Pang Jian let his thoughts expand, sensing the Demon Realms in the starry skies.

"Lord He Motian! You—Your body is falling! Your projection is breaking down!"

"Lord Tian Wei, my master, my revered! How did this manifestation of yours end up like this? Who did this to you?"

"Lord Qi Ling!"

Anguished wails echoed from across those distant Demon Realms.

The powerhouses of the Demon Races that served the Great Demon Gods and Demon Gods were plunged into grief at their leaders' miserable conditions.

Across the Demon Realms, the manifestations of the Great Demon Gods and Demon Gods withered and faded before vanishing completely. Even their statues, enshrined in temples and crafted from every material imaginable, mysteriously cracked and shattered.

It was plain for all to see that some terrifying force was targeting the Demon Gods and the Demon Races. Even Great Demon Gods like Luan Ji, He Motian, Tian Wei, and Qi Ling could do nothing but endure.

"Primordial Demon." A voice rang out from a frigid Demon Realm.

In that Demon Realm lay an icy plain where snowflakes endlessly drifted down.

The Abyssal Demon, with a black-gold sword at his waist, wandered these icy plains, refining the demonic arts and insights of the fragments he had absorbed, merging them into his own Dao of Demon. He even kept their memories and experiences, treating them as an inseparable part of his own.

"Pang Jian." The Abyssal Demon lifted his head to gaze at the currents of demonic energy condensing into a familiar face. "Where are you? The region you're in has the highest concentration of demonic energy and malice I've ever seen."

"I'm in the Ruin Realm. It was once a God King's skull," Pang Jian replied. "Once you're ready to fight the Primordial Demon, I can either send you back to the Abyss or bring him to you."