Ghost Mother's Field of Vision

Upon a shattered fragment of land.

The leader of this world's Underworld Gods, that slightly gaunt figure sat cross-legged upon the Divine Gathering Platform, enveloped in the currents of fate. He was adjusting his aura and mending the sinews and bones shattered by the old ape's roar.

The roar unleashed by the forty-nine high-ranking Demon Gods from Blood Bone Mountain had not been aimed solely at Pang Jian.

He, too, had suffered grievous wounds.

In the depths of his soul, another special crystal-like body had split open with fine cracks.

Several strange currents of fate that had earlier been drawn in by the Divine Gathering Platform flowed into his glittering crystalline body, beginning to repair his Primordial Spirit.

Like Pang Jian and Pang Lin, Longdi also possessed a Primordial Spirit!

His Primordial Spirit had many peculiarities as well. It could change size at will, marshal the heaven and earth spiritual energy of this world, and travel through the various worlds bearing the character "Prison."

Now, in his battle with the old ape, even his Primordial Spirit had been injured.

"Longdi!"

Pang Jian shouted again from the sky, his gaze piercing through layer upon layer of bloody clouds and reaching Longdi's Divine Gathering Platform.

"I'm here."

Longdi sighed inwardly and helplessly glanced upward.

Deep within his black eyes swirled colors too complex to fathom.

He had never imagined that Pang Jian, newly freed from the Soul Sea, would be able to trade blows with this old ape.

Before that, a roar from the old ape, which had not even used its full strength, had shattered Pang Jian's Primordial Spirit and blasted his body into countless droplets of streaming light.

How long had it been?

While he was locked in bitter combat with the old ape, Pang Jian had actually forged a