In the everlasting scorching moon, a magnificent golden palace appears, like a palace of gods.
Pang Jian couldn't help but stare, and felt his eyes sting, and his bones and soul felt like they were being roasted by the scorching moon.
But he was still staring desperately.
He really wanted to know whether what he saw at the moment was real or not, and he wanted to confirm it clearly.
"Whoa! Whoa!"
The infinite divine fire of the sun was stirred by the three-legged golden crow at once, as if it was evolving the principles of the great moon.
In Pang Jian's field of vision, the huge and magical golden throne was shining brighter and brighter!
After a while, Pang Jian's eyes were pricked with tears, and he had to close his eyes.
At that time, he looked outside himself and found that the miniature blazing moon outside the spiritual world also shone with similar brilliance.
"Sisi!"
Wisps of blazing sunlight suddenly entered his eyes, seeming to be tempering his pupils so that he could adapt to the terrifying power of the sun above his head.
His golden eyes were constantly tempered by the brilliance of the sun, and they gradually stopped crying.
"Is it an illusion?"
Pang Jian stretched out his legs and touched it, knowing that he was not in the box.
He felt his own condition again and found that there was nothing abnormal about his body except for the miniature sun outside the spiritual sea, which continuously sent the sun's rays towards his eyes.
After a long time, he opened his eyes again with doubts and focused his attention on the sun above his head.
That time, he was not stung by the brilliance of the fierce moon and shed tears. His pupils had gradually adapted to it.
"The golden throne..."
He tried to get closer to the magnificent palace.
"boom!"
The huge golden throne suddenly reappeared, filling his field of vision.
As soon as there were three-legged golden crows, they were hovering in the sky on the golden throne. The sun fire that waved their wings turned into pieces of sea of fire.
Pang Jian tried to change his vision, no longer focusing on the throne with ripples in the space, but looked at other locations.
He gradually noticed that the magnificent golden palace seemed to be floating in the raging and burning sun.
In the outer ring of the sun, blazing flames are constantly exploding, forming terrifying storms and strange spots.
The magnificent golden palace was parked on the surface of the burning and exploding sun, allowing it to be repeatedly washed away by the violent flame spots.
The temple has always remained unchanged.
Pang Jian stared intently, his golden eyes contained divine consciousness, but his power was quietly consumed.
But he didn't realize it.
"There is a golden palace where the sun exists. Why has he never seen it before?"
"In the Forbidden Place of Prayer, is it that the Sun God that the evil cultivators call... really resides in the Sun?"
"In the fifth realm of purgatory, the Sun God who lives in the Yan Clan and Yao Clan, and has always believed in it, will not deny the master of the palace, right?"
"..."
Thoughts flashed through Pang Jian's mind one after another.
He felt that maybe because the world of Purgatory was opened, he could see the mysterious palace of the sun through the copper box and the bronze medal called "Gate of Purgatory", plus wisps of golden consciousness.
Gradually, he felt that what he saw was not an illusion, and he began to believe that it was a scene happening in real time!
"boom!"
An extremely majestic figure suddenly appeared on the golden throne.
All the three-legged golden crows wandering in the sky suddenly fell from the sky to the east, and the sacred stones lying around the throne were there.
The golden crows all worshiped the visitor.
Pang Jian tried to stare at the person who came, but found that he could not see his front. He could only see him walking on the golden throne with his back turned.
Because he didn't know the exact size of the throne, Pang Jian couldn't determine his height and body shape, so he saw that his back was covered by golden armor.
The armor didn't look like an acquired thing, as if it was already a part of his body.
At the back of his heart, there is a blazing ball of light protruding, like a shrunken sun.
No matter how Pang Jian looked at it, he felt that the shrunken sun was actually a refined sun!
"Purgatory opens again, he comes..."
The man shut up at the lying Golden Crow, and with the divine voice, his divine power naturally flourished.
Pang Jian stared at Him through the heaven and earth of purgatory, and his golden eyes shed tears of pain again. He could not see anything in the east, and could not hear what He was saying.
"Then he is a true god!"
Pang Jian closed his eyes and shouted in surprise.
He was very convinced at this moment that the majestic figure that suddenly appeared on the golden throne after returning from nowhere was a real foreign god!
It's extremely possible, and it doesn't deny the so-called Sun God in the mouth of evil cultivators!
After a while, Pang Jian felt a strong sense of uneasiness in his heart.
The sun is just outside purgatory. People in the third realm, the second realm, and the first realm can see the sun when the weather is good.
That means the sun is not far from purgatory.
Is it possible for a god who suddenly returned to the sun from nowhere to enter the world of purgatory in his true form?
He came to ask for help. Do the true gods in the first realm of purgatory have the strength to fight?
If the True God loses, what will happen to the sentient beings in purgatory?
If we are to become extinct, will we be enslaved forever?
Thinking of that, Pang Jiancuo was somewhat pessimistic about the future, with a sense of despair that time was not waiting for him.
No matter how hard he, Eclipse Vine, and Black Turtle try to improve themselves, if a god like the sun god suddenly comes directly in his true form, they are unable to resist.
If the Sun God can come, then wouldn’t it be possible for the alien gods from the outside world who are staring at the small tree to enter?
Pang Jian was restless and his pupils hurt so much that he could no longer stare at the sun in the sky, so he could think silently outside the box.
After an unknown amount of time, the blazing sun disappeared, and stars and a bright full moon emerged.
"Xingyue..."
Pang Jian couldn't bear it anymore.
Looking at the moon, which was much bigger than the stars, he turned the golden eclipse to his eyes, trying to see if he could get closer to the moon.
Not long after, the desolate and cold land with its bumpy surface came into view.
"Then it's not the moon?"
Pang Jian was surprised.
The moon in his mind was beautiful, but he didn't expect that when his eyes actually reached the surface of the moon, what he saw was such a desolate and lifeless scene.
Before he could think about it, a corpse that had been dead for an unknown number of years suddenly appeared in his field of vision.
How about a man from the Celestial Tribe wearing exquisite robes and possessing twelve pure red wings? His face and body had not decayed and were actually preserved intact.
He was an old Celestial Clan member. He was leaning against a small pile of rocks on the surface of the moon, his eyes tightly closed.
He had no accessories and no utensils around him. He was wrapped in a finely made robe and had a slightly thin body. He had been dead for who knows how many years.
"The Celestial Clan with Twelve Wrong Wings..."
Pang Jian observed for a while and then avoided the corpse of the man from the Celestial Clan, wanting to see more of the strange things about the moon.
At that moment, extreme fatigue hit me.
He suddenly discovered that the twelve golden consciousnesses that escaped into his eyes were as thin as hair.
His thinking was a little fuzzy and incoherent, and it became difficult to think about problems, so he hurriedly pushed open the copper box, took out the soul-nourishing pill and swallowed it.
A soul-nourishing pill is swallowed eastward, and the breath of the soul slowly escapes into the sea of consciousness.
However, the twelve golden consciousnesses that have been exhausted cannot be strengthened by the soul breath of the soul nourishing pill.
Thin strips of golden spiritual consciousness did not maintain their previous form, and did not slowly fill with soul breath like ordinary spiritual consciousness.
"Ordinary spiritual consciousness allows him to communicate with the black turtles in the third realm, the small trees in this realm, and the rebels in the fifth realm."
"But the golden consciousness allows him to observe the sky."
"No, the golden consciousness that contains divinity cannot be restored by the soul nourishing pill."
Pang Jian thought about it secretly and came to an understanding.
To verify that, when the twelve golden consciousnesses were extremely sluggish, he communicated with the dark giant anaconda in the fifth realm.
Perception is established immediately!
Another unbelievably large sky-reaching tribulation pillar was inserted into the icy wilderness. There were also countless withered bones and the complete corpses of ferocious beasts, filling the cold and silent wilderness.
The same sky-reaching tribulation pillar, the same green brilliance, is also suppressing the alien people.
Crossing the endless black sea with the dark giant anaconda, Yu Xin, who was invited from the fifth continent, was also looking at the sky-reaching pillar of tribulation in the fourth continent in Yuanji.
She knew that in the east of the Tongtian Tribulation Pillar, the leaders of various tribes from the Fourth Continent had already gathered.
The foreign leaders of the Fourth Continent are all waiting for her at this moment, waiting to hear her experience.
The leaders want to know whether they in the Fifth Continent used any method to send their tribesmen to the Fourth Realm despite the terrifying threat of the Sky-Bearing Tribulation Pillar.
The dark giant anaconda suddenly stopped in the east.
"What's wrong, Xiao Hei?"
Yu Xin was surprised and flew down from Gu Guzai's body.
Looking at those deep black pool-like beast eyes, she immediately reacted and said: "That..."
She stretched out her fingers and placed them on the forehead of the dark giant anaconda.
The connection between her and Pang Jian was established immediately.
"What is the approximate power level of our Celestial Clan, the clansmen with twelve wrong wings?"
Pang Jian asked immediately.
"Twelve mistakes?!"
The Celestial Saint with six pure red wings was dazzled by Pang Jian's question.
She thought about it for a long time before saying: "In the true history of their Celestial Clan, there has never been a clansman with twelve wrong wings. Only in legends that cannot be verified, there is a saying that there are people with twelve wrong wings."
"The members of our Celestial Clan who have ten wrong wings already mean that their bloodline is level ten, which is equivalent to the true gods of the human race."
"In ancient legends, they lived on the first level of purgatory. There were tribesmen who sensed the twelve wrong wings when purgatory opened."
"Since it is not perceptible and cannot be seen with one's own eyes, it cannot be verified. Therefore, it is not known whether it is true or false, so it can be classified as a legend."
"But no, the wings of their heavenly clan can only continue to increase with the breakthrough of their bloodline. If those with twelve wrong wings truly exist in the world, they must surpass the so-called true gods of our human race."
"It should be possible to classify the species into the category of gods."