Trials of the Abyss-Chapter 583: A Masters Kindness

His physical body—and sword token—was still in the Shadow Abyss, so he had no way of contacting Li Zhaotian. Thus, he had assumed his master had only just arrived and had yet to set foot on the Sacred Soul Continent.

"Brat, I brought the entire Sword Pavilion from the Heaven Awakening Continent. Did you really think I'd return empty-handed?" Li Zhaotian huffed in displeasure. "I got her back from the Dragon Lair Sect.

"I even took the life of a Rank Nine dragon as payment for Mu Aichuan's death. It's too bad I haven't ascended to the True God Realm yet, so this is all I can do right now.

"But once I attain godhood, I swear I'll return to the Sacred Soul Continent and slaughter a few more dragons to vent my rage!" Li Zhaotian declared, voice thundering with fury.

Pang Jian had been brimming with anxiety over his sister's fate, and his master's words brought an unshakable relief to his heart.

Li Zhaotian, still cursing the Dragon Lair Sect and uttering bold threats, appeared indomitable in his eyes.

This was his master!

When Pang Jian had been trapped on the Fey Spirit Continent, Li Zhaotian had risked everything, venturing from the Second World to the Fourth World to search for him.

After learning that he had escaped using a secret technique, Li Zhaotian challenged Li Bai, the Patriarch of the Demon Scale Race.

When Long Zhan pressured him in the Sacred Soul Continent, Li Zhaotian declared his intention to break through to the True God Realm, forcing the Dragon Lair Sect to back down.

Now, the Thunderclap Paradise had been stolen with his sister inside, and Li Zhaotian had stepped forward again, entering the Sacred Soul Continent in Pang Jian's stead.

His master had rescued Pang Lin from the grasp of Long Xiao himself!

A wave of gratitude surged in Pang Jian's heart. He had no idea how to repay the kindness his master had shown him.

"Brother!"

A window on the lowest floor of the Sword Pavilion swung open, revealing a face etched into Pang Jian's soul. It was a face that had haunted his dreams time and again.

"I'm fine! Senior Li personally ventured into the Dragon Lair Sect and rescued me from the ancient Thunder Dragon."

The girl beamed with sunlit radiance, her pearly white teeth glinting in the light.

Still standing by the window, she deliberately moved around to show her brother that she was unharmed.

"Brother, your body, it's enormous! But...what happened to your chest?" Pang Lin leaned forward to poke her head fully out the window, lips pursed in concern. "Don't worry, my master is the Sage of Medicine and Poison. Her medical skills are unmatched in the world.

"She's always taken care of me. She's here now, fighting that domineering Thunder Dragon. Once she's done putting him in his place, I'll ask her to heal you!

"Brother, trust me! No matter how serious your injury is, my master can heal it. She's never let me down!"

Pang Lin's eyes were filled with worry. Even though she knew that Pang Jian's divine form was not made of flesh and blood, the sight of the gaping wound in his chest still made her heart ache.

Having grown up in the Solitary Mountain Range and rarely interacting with outsiders, she was naturally naive, pure, and kind-hearted.

Even after arriving at the Pure Land Sect, she had remained carefully sheltered under Su Wanrou's care.

In her eyes, Su Wanrou was the most compassionate yet formidable person in the world.

Pang Jian's lips curled into a smile. "Don't worry, I'm fine."

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He glanced behind Pang Lin and saw the sword souls of Lady Feng and two elderly figures—one fat, one thin.

The presence of his master and the Sword Pavilion assured him that Pang Lin was undoubtedly in safe hands.

"Listen to me. Stay inside the Sword Pavilion and don't come out," Pang Jian instructed.

His colossal Immortal Divine Soul then bowed deeply toward Li Zhaotian.

Although he said no verbal words of gratitude, he knew his master already understood.

Pang Jian then stood atop the Abyssal Demon Sword and streaked toward the sea of lightning engulfed in poisonous mist.

Mu Wentao stood just beyond the Sword Pavilion, near where Pang Jian's colossal Immortal Divine Soul had descended.

His gaze was fixed on the gaping wound in the chest of Pang Jian's divine form.

Pang Jian did not spare him a single glance. The instant Gui Mu announced that she would not intervene or seek retribution, Mu Wentao was as good as dead.

Even if Pang Jian did not kill him, the True Gods arriving after him surely would.

The second-ranked True God of the Ghost Sacrifice Sect had participated in the schemes of Imperial Dominion City. Regardless, he was not worth Pang Jian's attention at the moment. The tyrannical ancient Thunder Dragon took priority.

"Thunder Dragon!" Pang Jian roared.

A radiant starry sky filled with stars, moons, and sun burst forth from within the swirling mist.

The appearance of the starry skies shattered the Mirage Dragon Pearl's illusions, causing Long Xiao's clones to vanish one after another.

Pang Jian could see floating bubbles drifting within the poisonous mist, each imbued with the Mirage Dragon Pearl's power to manifest a clone of Long Xiao.

These illusions took the form of both his colossal dragon body and his human form, with some even coalescing into pure lightning.

The skies of the Second World became a sea of lightning under the Mirage Dragon Pearl's illusions, with blinding bolts intertwining in web-like networks of lightning that crackled with deafening resonance.

A single clap of thunder had the power to obliterate billions of souls and reduce their bodies to ashes.

Nine colossal lightning vortexes swirled around Su Wanrou's Dharma Idol, above her head, at her hands and feet, and behind her back.

The vortexes churned, birthing lightning bolts shaped like chains, whips, and towering pillars.

The True God of the Pure Land Sect wielded her divine power to manifest a dense miasma, unfolding her comprehended Heavenly Dao against the Thunder Dragon's ferocious lightning assault.

However, she was visibly on the defensive.

Despite being ranked among the top three True Gods, Su Wanrou's true strength remained veiled, and her clash with Long Xiao did not yet reflect the full measure of her renowned strength.

"Little brat, you've only just ascended to the True God Realm. Do you truly think you can interfere in this battle and survive?" Long Xiao taunted, grinning menacingly from within one of the illusory bubbles in his human form. "I feared Li Zhaotian's ascension because I know what he's capable of.

"But you? You merged with a divine seat while still in the Immortal Realm. Your foundation is fragile.

"You're a newly ascended Sword God, but how much of the old Sword Gods' combat prowess do you even possess? You dare interfere in my battle with the Su girl?"