In the beginning, there was the Divine General.
Higher than the Divine Envoys (or Divine ssengers), the next level up was the Divine Master.
The strength of an envoy reached the supre-peak level, and the power of this Demon Sound Divine General probably surpassed even the likes of Wu Zuo and Bai Junwang among the supre-peak.
Only the Four Great Temple Masters could be comparable to such figures.
In the Four Great Secret Realms, these individuals were invincible.
Jian Wushuang had to be cautious.
"You're quite impressive. I heard about you from Wu Zuo. You can call Moyin," the Demon Sound Divine General, Moyin, said indifferently.
Jian Wushuang was sowhat flattered. He hadn't expected to be so famous, not only known by the tier 5 Emperor of the Original Universe but also recognized by the Demon Sound Divine General.
Divine General Moyin raised his hand, and a beam of light descended. The dark red ground beneath began to collapse, eventually transforming into a bubbling lava purgatory.
"Entering here is just the first step. This purgatory has three bridges; everything depends on your luck!" he declared.
Jian Wushuang looked at the purgatory beneath his feet, his mind shaken. He replied, "Yes!"
Although he felt imnse danger, it ca with trendous opportunities.
His figure began to descend. From above, it appeared as a purgatory, but when he reached the bottom, the scene changed.
After he entered the purgatory, the ground reverted to its dark red color, as if no changes had occurred.
The Demon Sound Divine General slowly opened his eyes, seeing through space with a glance and looking at Jian Wushuang. In his heart, he mused, "Is this guy the favored one of the era? Is he truly that powerful?"
Having just revived, his strength had returned to its peak.
A character who had already fallen, upon revival, although his strength was restored, he no longer had the hope of becoming the Universe Master in this lifeti.
How unwilling!
If that were the case, it would have been better to remain fallen.
Now, he, who was still alive, was rely a spirit, a trace of soul selected from the past tiline by the Zhen Ling. Placing the flesh back and integrating the soul, would he truly be himself?
Contemplating this, Divine General Moyin slowly closed his eyes.
After entering the purgatory, Jian Wushuang found himself on a winding path. It was unremarkable, devoid of any peculiarities or obstacles. Walking along it seed to offer no advantages, surrounded by darkness with the risk of getting lost if he deviated.
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