Published: February 26, 2025
Tan Yun held the primordial chaos god-slaying sword as he stepped over Gong Zhi Xiong's corpse and entered the Forest of the Reaper. He arrived behind the Supreme Celestial Master Divine Vessel that had fallen into the forest.
Tan Yun bit down on the divine sword and used both hands to push the Supreme Celestial Master Divine Vessel, cutting a massive trench in the forest floor before finally pushing the vessel out of the Forest of the Reaper.
"Young master, the purple spirit divine flame is deep within the Forest of the Reaper," the voice of Xiao Longshe echoed in Tan Yun's mind.
Tan Yun nodded to show he understood, and with his sword in hand, he cautiously walked deeper into the forest…
At the same time, outside the God-Eating Abyss, deep within the Primordial Divine Sea.
Snow Shadow Celestial Master, Mu Zhen Celestial Master, and Chaos Celestial Master were frowning, their expressions grave.
Through the extinguished life lamps in front of them, they realized that not only had over twelve hundred geniuses from the Primordial Divine Realm died, but even the grandson of the primordial supreme had also perished inside!
At that moment, the three seemed to envision the primordial supreme erupting in rage upon learning of his grandson's death.
Chaos Celestial Master furrowed his brow, “How can this be? Over twelve hundred saint kings, all dead within such a short period!”
Mu Zhen Celestial Master glanced at Chaos Celestial Master and said, “I believe the deaths of so many cannot be attributed to an internal conflict among the geniuses of the three great divine realms but rather that they encountered some powerful existence.”
“Indeed, that makes sense,” Chaos Celestial Master agreed before looking at Snow Shadow Celestial Master. “If your master finds out that Gong Zhi Xiong is dead, he will surely be heartbroken. You'll need to comfort him then.”
“Mm,” Snow Shadow Celestial Master nodded, but inwardly she was sneering, “Old man, you and the supreme chaos caused my father’s death.”
“Now, both of your grandsons are dead, you should feel the pain of losing loved ones…”
Half a month later.
Holding the primordial chaos god-slaying sword, Tan Yun stood before a stone tablet standing in the depths of the Forest of the Reaper.
At a glance, he could see that the stone tablet was inscribed in an ancient script from the previous universe: “Territory of the purple fierce spirit; trespassers shall be put to death!”
Tan Yun frowned and was about to walk past the stone tablet when an ear-piercing voice echoed, sending chills down his spine, “Bold human, dare you trespass in the territory of our purple fierce spirit!”
“Whoosh!”
In the next moment, a nebulous purple phantom floated out from behind the stone tablet, blocking Tan Yun’s path.
Tan Yun focused his gaze, his pupils shrinking as he discovered it was a creature resembling a bull, with a transparent tail, but possessing a human-like face.
At the same time, Tan Yun realized that the creature before him was a ninth-class great sage beast.
“Master, this is the purple evil spirit,” the voice of Xiao Longshe echoed in Tan Yun's mind, “They have two forms.”
“The current form is the hidden form; unless observed closely, it's hard to see them.”
“Once they transform into their battle form, their transparent bodies will become substantial, and sharp fangs and claws will appear.”
“Little master, the purple evil spirits, in their physical forms, are comparable to seventh-grade supreme divine artifacts, while the purple evil spirits at the saint king level are comparable to eighth-grade supreme divine artifacts.”
“They possess formidable strength and can unleash divine power. Their speed should not be underestimated; you must be cautious.”
Just as Xiao Longshe transmitted this, the purple evil spirit shifted into its battle form, its nebulous figure solidifying.
The eerie fangs and sharp claws on its four hooves appeared, its ugly and fierce appearance causing Tan Yun to feel his hair stand on end.