"Yun Cang!"
Imperial Sovereign Xia roared, realizing that all of this had been an illusion.
"Amitabha, Imperial Sovereign Xia, they were never truly Prince Yun Cang. Their Primordial Spirits had long been corroded and devoured, their bodies taken over. They merely created this illusory, peaceful paradise to lure us in," the divine monk spoke.
"Yun Cang's" eyes glowed with a bloody light, appearing sinister and strange. He licked his lips, his voice turning eerie and demonic: "Dead bald donkey, didn't the Great Emperor of your lineage warn you not to meddle in others' affairs? Otherwise, you'll die sooner or later, just like the Buddha of your lineage, hehe!"
"My Buddha is merciful!"
The divine monk pressed his palms together, expressionless and without joy or sorrow. Yet, brilliant golden light radiated from his body, illuminating all directions and purifying all demonic evil.
However, the Buddha light could not fully spread, for this world was filled with demonic evil. Demonic mist pervaded the heavens and earth, shrouding everything. Even the Buddhist divine monk's efforts could not completely dispel all the evil.
The three overlords had all transformed into demons, soaring into the sky and charging toward the other overlords. Vast swathes of demonic light and Dao principles clashed, surging violently. The void trembled, nearly on the verge of shattering.
"Everyone, attack!"
A Saint Lord shouted, and all the overlords acted simultaneously. Boundless divine energy erupted as they launched their assaults. Endless destructive light blasted forth, capable of annihilating heaven and earth. The entire divine city shook as if it might crumble at any moment.
If not for the fact that this was the meditation site of the Purple Mansion Great Power from ancient times—imbued with his aura and long-term Dao patterns—it would have surely shattered into pieces under this onslaught.
In the end, as expected, the three overlords, including Prince Yun Cang, were slain, their forms obliterated between heaven and earth.
Yet, a sinister, cold laughter echoed through the world: "Though you have slain us, understand this: an even more terrifying disaster is about to descend."
The demonic evil vanished, and everything returned to normal. The divine city resumed its original appearance—a grand, magnificent city with rows of palaces and pavilions, and heavenly palaces suspended in the sky.
But everything ended too quickly. Had the demonic evil that destroyed the mighty Purple Mansion Sacred Land truly dissipated just like that? They hadn't even deployed the prepared forbidden-level Dao weapons, nor had the reinforcements from distant Tian Sheng City arrived.
This made the overlords frown. Where there is abnormality, there must be evil, especially considering the meaning behind those demonic words.
The alliance army spread out, searching every corner of the divine city meticulously, inch by inch, seeking the divine treasures of the former Purple Mansion Sacred Land.
Unfortunately, even after scouring the entire city, aside from scattered treasures, there was no sign of the imagined abundant divine treasure. Every space had been searched and plundered clean, leaving nothing behind.
"Such a vast, supreme sacred land couldn't possibly have left no treasures behind. Where have they all gone?"
The overlords couldn't help but frown. Aside from the initial demonic evil encountered, even if other alien race demons remained in the city, the alliance army crushed them like rotten wood, leaving only corpses in their wake. Beyond that, there was truly nothing.
All of this filled everyone with suspicion and disbelief.
"There's no other way. We can only search the former meditation site of the Purple Mansion Great Power."
The overlords finally made a decision and rushed toward the tallest temple at the very center of the divine city. This was once the meditation site of the renowned Purple Mansion Great Power, housing the entire heritage of the supreme sacred land—a foundation that suppressed the Myriad Domains, a divine treasure coveted by Great Powers across the myriad realms.
However, the temple was empty and silent, devoid of anything. Only when the overlords descended into its deepest reaches did they feel their auras affected and greatly suppressed, unable to exert their full power.
This was because the aura of the Purple Mansion Great Power was integrated into this temple. Had it not been over a hundred thousand years, merely entering would have weakened the overlords to the Divine Transformation Realm or even the Demigod level due to the residual aura.
This temple was extraordinary. To some extent, it was imprinted with the Dao of that Purple Mansion Great Power. Meditating and comprehending here long-term might allow one to grasp fragments of the Great Power's Dao.
Naturally, the overlords were not here for that. They searched everywhere, employing various secret arts to probe for hidden spaces and seek the true heritage.
Unfortunately, everyone was disappointed. There was truly nothing left.
Finally, the powerful figures entered the deepest part, where an even more spacious treasure hall stood. Most striking was an ancient stele, about three zhang tall, erected at the center. It had existed for an unknown number of years, exuding an ancient and weathered aura, covered in a thick layer of dust.
A Saint Lord flicked his sleeve, blowing away the dust on the ancient stele. Ancient script was carved into it—characters so old they differed entirely from those used across the myriad realms today. Everyone present stared in confusion, unable to comprehend their meaning.
At this moment, however, the overlords of forces with immortal legacies spanning two epochs—such as the Ancient Heavenly Court, Yao Chi Sacred Land, Ye Family, and Cang Clan—all changed color.
Clearly, they recognized these ancient characters.
"Please, enlighten us," said Cang Lan Saint Lord, speaking for the other overlords as well.
The Palace Master of Yao Chi Sacred Land gazed at the ancient script on the stele for a moment and sighed softly. "This is the ancient script of the Mythical Era, also called divine language or immortal script. It is arguably the oldest form of writing.
"Translated, the meaning on the stele is: Activate the stele, traverse the ancient path, cross the ancient pass, open the ancient gate, and you may enter the new world!"
Activate the stele, traverse the ancient path, cross the ancient pass, open the ancient gate, and you may enter the new world!
Everyone was shaken. What did this mean?
The vast meditation site of the Great Power contained nothing but this ancient stele, which was extraordinary in itself. Moreover, it was inscribed with the oldest divine language and immortal script, bearing such a peculiar message. Its implications seemed profound and filled with mysterious meaning.
Especially the term "new world," which appeared even more enigmatic.
An immortal, enduring aura flowed from the ancient stele. Suddenly, a voice filled with majesty and weathered age resonated: "After waiting so many years, everything is prepared. I intend to march into the new world!"
With a resounding boom, all the overlords were shocked!