Reascending to Godhood in the Underworld Prison

With his divine soul in the Underworld Prison, Pang Jian had an experience unlike that of Purgatory.

In the deep sea at the bottom of the Underworld Prison, five streams of fate were like divine rainbows and iridescent clouds, crossing tens of millions of kilometers of sea in an instant to reach the Soul Sea where Pang Jian's divine soul resided.

In the sky, four more crystalline rays of rosy light fell like rainbows.

Nine streams of fate, from the deep sea and the heavens respectively, answered Pang Jian's summons together.

"Mm!"

Bai Zi avoided Fa Jie's demonic body and looked up at midair in astonishment.

"It isn't Longdi's Divine Gathering Platform! Who is it? Who is drawing upon fate and choosing this moment to advance?"

Bai Zi was utterly perplexed.

At this fiercely contested stage of battle, none of those powerful Nether Clan warriors would dare transform into Nether Gods so hastily.

Absorbing a stream of fate and becoming a mighty Nether God was no simple matter that could be accomplished in one stroke.

Just as it was for the human race to advance into True Gods, it would take at least half a month, or even several months, for a Nether Clan powerhouse to transform into a Nether God.

During the process of ascending to godhood, one also had to make every possible preparation. Not the slightest negligence was permissible.

But what kind of moment was this?

The invaders led by Yuan Yi were appearing throughout every region of the Underworld Prison, launching assaults against the Nether Clan and Nether Gods. The older generation of Nether Gods was falling one after another.

Invaders were active in every corner of this world. Who would dare become a Nether God at a time like this?

Shocked and puzzled, Bai Zi