Paradise of Demonic Gods

Chapter 642: Panwu Heavenly Raiment

Chapter 642: Panwu Heavenly Raiment

Translator: Yukidaruma Translations Editor: Yukidaruma Translations

After making arrangements for the matters concerning the Xingwu Region and then returning the Universal Astral Realm Book to the Astral Ancestor, Fang Xingjian left the Xingwu Region and flew toward the southern coastline.

The place where the Panwu Heavenly Raiment was located kept on seething and appearing in his mind.

’Earlier, my Sudden Inspiration sensed a great threat when I wanted to go and get the Panwu Heavenly Raiment. Therefore, I decided not to rush over first.

’However, this time around, I’m now strong enough. And from my Sudden Inspiration, it seems that another group of people are preparing to snatch the Panwu Heavenly Raiment?

’The Panwu Heavenly Raiment is a masterpiece that the Mountainous Sea Dynasty took great effort to create. It has an immense prowess, an unfathomable amount of power. I can’t let it be snatched away by someone else.’

Thinking of this, Fang Xingjian accelerated once again. He cut across the air and brought along a myriad of roaring thunderclaps as he flew toward where the Wang Clan’s ancestors had hidden the Panwu Heavenly Raiment.

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Elsewhere, a tropical island in the south of Miracle World, which was initially desolate and empty to begin with, was now filled with an array of colors. There were many huge light pillars soaring up into the skies like holy light descending from heaven. They were even accompanied by the sound of resonant hymns.

Many huge holes had been dug in the island, and the mountains and rocks had been destroyed. Surrounded by holy light and hymns, the entire island seemed to have been turned into an altar.

Six men were standing on the highest point of the island, wearing long robes that fluttered in the wind. They were like the gods in heaven, sweeping their gazes across the entire island.

Among the six men, the one who headed them was a middle-aged man who held his hands behind his back and had his spine upright. The man’s broad shoulders seemed to be holding up the entire sky. Just by standing there, he gave off the feeling that he had the universe in his grasp and that the sun and moon were in his control.

Seeing how the island was encompassed by holy light, the man nodded and said, "Not bad. This time around, the reason our six clans have joined hands is so that we can completely suppress that Divine Armor. After spending three years of time on it, this great formation is finally going to be completed."

Hearing what he said, the other five men also revealed satisfied smiles.

A long-haired man with a benevolent appearance said, "This time around, it’s all thanks to Brother Jacob. If it wasn’t for the Holy Light Clan’s formation chart, we would probably not be able to set up this formation to seize that Divine Armor."

The six people here were clearly the heads of the other six great clans after excluding the Empire. These six great clans were founded by six of the eight founders of the Empire and had accumulated great power and influence through their 200 years of legacy. They had countless talents amongst them and were powerful forces hidden in the shadows of the Empire.

The middle-aged man who went by the name of Jacob gave off the feeling as if he had the universe in his grasp and that he was looking down onto the world. Jacob was the leader of the Holy Light Clan and the strongest one amongst the six of them.

The six great clans here were the Holy Light Clan, the Dark Shadow Clan, the Night Massacre Clan, the Fervent Dragon Clan, the Thunder King Clan, and the Illusory Clan.

Hearing the long-haired man’s words, the head of the Dark Shadow Clan also smiled and said, "The Holy Light Clan really is the greatest in formations. I heard that the Evil Spirit Sect which ran amok in the Northern Ice Region 200 years ago was founded by a traitor who had fled from the Holy Light Clan. The person created havoc in the Northern Ice Region with the art of foundations and was later suppressed by the Empire’s army."

Jacob smiled like a gentle and elegant poet. "This is all thanks to everyone. If our six great clans had not joined forces, we’d probably be unable to set up this Gates of Heaven formation."

The head of the Night Massacre Clan was an old man with an ice-cold expression. After hearing Jacob’s words, he said coldly, "We have benefited greatly from this as well. If the six of us hadn’t gotten together, revealed the great arts of each of our clans, and then had an exchange to gain a better understanding, we wouldn’t have been able to attain the Divine level together."

Everyone smiled when they heard what the Night Massacre Clan’s head said, and their eyes filled with joy.

The Dark Shadow Clan’s head laughed. "That’s right, that’s right. Now that all six of us have attained the Divine level and are helping each other out while standing together as one, we just need to seize the Panwu Heavenly Raiment. With that, we’ll be able to go up against the Hell’s White Bone Armor and Adam’s Shroud that the Ancient Path of Hell has.

"By then, not only would we have become invincible in the Empire but also across the entire world."

Everyone nodded. The six of them were Divine level experts. Moreover, they came from the six great clans with long legacies and had countless secret arts. Their combined prowess and influence would be far too great if the six of them were to join forces and help each other. They would really have the power to be unhindered in the world.

Jacob nodded, pleased about this. Ten years ago, he had accidentally come across the existence of the Panwu Heavenly Raiment. For the next seven years, he had spent great efforts on it, wanting to obtain its power.

For this, he even contacted the other clan heads, spending a very long period of time to gain their trust.

He had also contacted the Enraged Lion before, but the latter had not trusted him and had not joined their operations.

However, after so many years, they had finally succeeded.

Just then, there seemed to be an endless stream of data flowing in the eyes of the Illusory Clan’s head. He said, "Hmm? Someone is coming. He’s also here to snatch the Panwu Heavenly Raiment. It seems that we mustn’t attempt to use force against him."

The Illusory Clan specialized in precognition, illusions, and predictions. So, the other five did not harbor a hint of doubt as to what he said.

Jacob asked, "There’s some other Divine level expert who is coming? Great, we’ll just let him spearhead the attempt while we remain concealed in the formation. It’ll be an easy feat for us then."

Right now, Jacob was clearly the pillar amongst the six of them, and when he said his piece, the decision was deemed to be made. The six of them instantly turned into six beams of light, moving across the island and disappearing into the formation.

The island, which was initially filled with holy light and hymns, now had the light rays dissipating gradually. All the strange phenomena disappeared one after another, and the entire island seemed to have once again returned to its desolate and natural state at the very beginning.

A minute later, Fang Xingjian’s silhouette cut across the sky and through the atmosphere. He brought along thunderous sounds with him as he descended to from a height of 10,000 meters above the island to a height of several hundred meters.

Looking at this small island, Fang Xingjian nodded. "That’s right. This is the place."

His Sudden Inspiration did not sense any dangers. This meant that even if there were enemies, they were of no threat to him.

However, an intense sense of urgency struck Fang Xingjian hard. It was as if the Panwu Heavenly Raiment would disappear at any time or moment. He needed to hurry up.

Thinking of this, he arrived at the center of the island with a flash. A pitch-black and bottomless cave with a diameter of over 100 meters appeared before him. This was where the Wang Clan had hidden the Panwu Heavenly Raiment—a bottomless underground world.

Fang Xingjian moved his body and charged down the underground cavern.

Not long after Fang Xingjian went underground, the entire island once again lit up with holy light, and hymns resonated all around.

A cold gleam shone on Jacob’s face as his martial will was transmitted throughout the formation with his message, "Great. It really is a Divine level expert. We’ll wait for him to fight it out with the Panwu Heavenly Raiment, and when he comes up, we’ll refine him together with the Panwu Heavenly Raiment."

The head of the Dark Shadow Clan smiled. "Illusory Clan’s head, this is all thanks to you. Otherwise, we’d be facing some troubles with a Divine level expert coming in to disrupt us."

Greed flashed in the eyes of the Night Massacre Clan’s head. "A Divine level expert... We can make him into a Divine Remains Equipment."

However, the head of the Illusory Clan head continued to sense bad omens in his mind. He said uneasily, "I feel that something’s not right."