"After waiting for so many years, everything is prepared. I intend to march into the new world!"
An ancient and authoritative voice suddenly rang out, carrying a pressure that could awe the heavens and an aura that could overlook all domains. It was a declaration made by a Great Power from antiquity whose fame shook both past and present.
A Great Power of the Purple Mansion!
The assembled overlords were shocked. Was this peerless Great Power still alive? Had he endured until this era?
If he truly had survived, what an ancient figure he would be.
However, soon everyone shook their heads in denial. Over a hundred thousand years had passed since then. Even a Great Power as mighty as one from antiquity, whose fame shook past and present, could not possibly live that long. He would have long since passed away in the river of time.
This was a mark he left behind in the past. The Great Power of the Purple Mansion was too powerful, peerless and unmatched, his might shaking past, present, and future. Just as one can leave footprints on sand, the more powerful a cultivator, the easier it is for them to leave marks upon space.
For an existence of the level of an ancient Great Power, even if they were extremely careful, they would inevitably leave behind some marks imperceptibly, marks that would linger for a long time, difficult to erase. Only sufficient time could completely dissipate them.
This was a sentence left behind when the Purple Mansion Great Power meditated here in the past. Now, triggered, it had appeared, making all the powerful figures present realize: Could it be that the Purple Mansion Great Power truly went to the new world recorded on the stele?
Previously, they had suspected that the overnight disappearance of the Purple Mansion Sacred Land without a trace was related to the alien race. But now, hearing the words of the Purple Mansion Great Power, it seemed to be connected to the new world recorded on the ancient stele.
"Treading the ancient path, crossing the ancient pass, can one then behold the Primordial Immortal Realm?" The authoritative voice of the Purple Mansion Great Power rang out once more, seeming to carry a deep confusion, as if softly muttering to himself.
Yet the utterance of this sentence caused a thunderous roar to explode even in the unreachable heights of the firmament, shaking heaven and earth. No one knew exactly what had happened.
The overlords were all shocked, their expressions changing.
Primordial Immortal Realm!
These four words shook past, present, and future, provoking a forbidden reaction from the Heavenly Dao.
What was the Primordial Immortal Realm?
Although the myriad realms were vast and expansive, with countless small heavens and earths, dimensional worlds serving as lower realms—like the Upper Realm or Divine Realm among the myriad worlds—there were ancient rumors and records from remote antiquity. Above the myriad realms, there was said to be an even more boundless, grand world. A world more majestic, vaster and greater than the myriad realms, rich with immortal energy, teeming with endless experts and powerhouses, mightier than the myriad realms.
That grand world was precisely the Primordial Immortal Realm.
However, that was merely a world belonging to myth and legend, existing only in unofficial histories. Some ancient immortal legacies also had fragments of ancient records describing a little about the Primordial Immortal Realm, but the related content was scant, pitifully little, only occasionally mentioned in a sentence or two, all glossed over in passing.
Since time immemorial, countless people believed that the Primordial Immortal Realm was merely a grand world fabricated in fiction, not a real, existing great realm. It was impossible for there to exist a world heaven and earth vaster and greater than the myriad realms. It was nothing but a mysterious world conjured from thin air by some people's imaginations, fundamentally non-existent.
But now, the Purple Mansion Great Power seemed to believe that the Primordial Immortal Realm truly existed between heaven and earth, within the new world recorded on the ancient stele. One only needed to cross the ancient pass and traverse the ancient path to reach it. This caused the overlords present to show astonishment on their faces.
If it were an ordinary person, it would be fine—they would simply be considered mad and laughed off. But this was a Great Power from antiquity whose might shook past, present, and future. If he spoke, then everything became different.
Could the Primordial Immortal Realm truly exist between heaven and earth?
"Primordial Immortal Realm!?" Ye Chen murmured in his heart, feeling an indescribable shock.
Naturally, he had also heard of the name Primordial Immortal Realm. It was an ancient world of the utmost antiquity, said to have existed even before the myriad realms, perhaps even earlier than the Mythical Era. Of course, he had only read some ancient texts about it. In truth, he wasn't clear if it truly existed.
"Old Yan, what do you think?" Ye Chen inquired.
"Not clear..." Old Yan replied, but for some reason, Ye Chen always felt Old Yan was hiding something, as if he wanted to say more but stopped himself.
"Could the Emperors and Sovereigns of myth all be within the Primordial Immortal Realm?" The Purple Mansion Great Power sighed once more, similarly shocking the mortal world and provoking a rumbling, forbidden roar from the Heavenly Dao, making people feel suffocated.
Everyone knew that Emperors and Sovereigns no longer existed in the myriad realms. They had all disappeared during the great cataclysm of the Mythical Era.
Basically, the world believed that during the great cataclysm, all the Heavenly Emperors and Sovereigns of the myriad realms perished together, passing away from the mortal world.
After all, that war was too cruel and merciless. Countless geniuses of the myriad realms fell, and of the innumerable races across the vast heaven and earth, less than two or three out of ten survived, withering to the extreme. The entire great realm collapsed, the starry sky was shattered, and the myriad domains were formed during that era.
Now, the words of the Purple Mansion Great Power clearly indicated that he believed not all the Emperors and Sovereigns of the myriad realms had perished. Some had survived and entered the legendary Primordial Immortal Realm.
Could this be true?
The overlords were all shocked, looking at each other, unable to believe it.
"I intend to relocate our entire sect and march into the Primordial Immortal Realm!"
Finally, the voice of the Purple Mansion Great Power rang out once more, also the last sentence, issuing a declaration that shook the mortal world. He intended to march into the Primordial Immortal Realm, a realm that belonged only to myth and legend. And it was not just himself; he intended to bring the entire vast congregation of the Sacred Land with him.
Now they finally understood. The disappearance of the Purple Mansion Sacred Land was due to their intention to march into the new world recorded on the stele. No wonder they had vanished for over a hundred thousand years without a single trace of news from within the Sacred Land's secret realm.
It was just unclear whether they had ultimately completely entered the legendary Primordial Immortal Realm. That was the most curious point.
The scene fell into silence.
Although the words left behind by the Purple Mansion Great Power were few, each sentence was so earth-shattering, containing many astonishing mysteries, causing the expressions of the overlords present to change repeatedly, their eyes gradually filling with fervor.
It was a yearning for the new world, and also for the Primordial Immortal Realm.
Did the Primordial Immortal Realm truly exist? Had the disappeared Emperors and Sovereigns all gone to the Primordial Immortal Realm? What was that vast immortal realm land truly like?
All of it filled people with longing.
Regardless, at the very least, it piqued the interest of the overlords. Although some among them felt uneasy and wanted to dissuade the others—like Palace Master Yue and others who felt this matter was anything but ordinary—it wasn't very effective. The overlords were all filled with desire for the Primordial Immortal Realm.
"If you truly wish to march into that mysterious Primordial Immortal Realm, I'm afraid less than one or two out of ten of the people remaining here in the end will survive..."
An illusory, ethereal voice sounded in Ye Chen's mind, causing his whole body to tremble.
Boom—
Finally, the various overlords each infused a strand of divine power into the stele. Instantly, the stele erupted with resplendent divine radiance. The ancient characters upon it began to revive, and numerous Dao marks appeared, rapidly intertwining in the void. In the end, they actually constructed a massive gate of light.