bullyxtreme Chapter 1809
Chapter 1809
The Purple Star Nebula is an existence that countless cultivators in the Purple Mansion Realm look up to—not only is it the core place where the realm's fortune gathers, but it is also an immortal monument that carries a legendary tale of bloodshed in ancient times.
Legend has it that in the distant ancient times, this place was the place where the "Purple Talisman Supreme" passed away.
How extraordinary was that supreme being? He was only one step away from breaking through the eternal shackles and reaching the half-step Great Emperor realm, which countless cultivators could not reach in their entire lives, but in the end, his life was forever frozen in the flames of the decisive battle at the Imperial Pass.
Those were dark years when the civilization of cultivators was on the verge of extinction.
The decisive battle at the Imperial Pass erupted in full force. The alien army surged through the numerous realms of the cultivator civilization, and the pressure from the immortal kings, eternal supreme beings, and even the earth itself reached the depths of the heavens and the universe.
The "holy land" at that time was not the sect's residence for fame and profit in the eyes of later cultivators, but the last line of defense of the cultivator civilization built with the bones and blood of countless predecessors, the last bulwark to protect the survival of the entire civilization.
To stop the invasion and slaughter by foreign lands, the Purple Talisman Supreme resolutely chose to burn his origin and true spirit.
Using his lifelong expertise in array formations and talismans as a foundation, and drawing upon the power of billions of stars within the Ziwei Nebula as the array's core, he forcibly set up a super array powerful enough to trap a half-step Great Emperor.
But the enemies he faced were far more terrifying than he had imagined—not just a half-step Great Emperor from another realm, but six other powerful figures from another realm who were also at the peak of the Supreme Realm.
That war of attrition was incredibly brutal. Neither side had any way out. The nebula vanished into nothingness, and the Great Dao was obliterated. The world lost its color, and even the void was stained with blood, cracking and emitting mournful cries.
The Immortal Kings and Dao Lords responsible for blocking this realm, seeing the Supreme One covered in blood, were all willing to risk their lives and rushed towards the alien camp one after another, using their bodies to fill the gaps in the defense line.
Sword light and blood mist intertwined. The Eternal Dao and the Laws clashed, and every moment saw the fall of exceptionally talented cultivators, yet not a single person retreated even half a step.
Finally, they held on until the turning point came—the Great Emperor arrived as scheduled to come to their aid, and all six supreme beings from the alien realm were killed, temporarily resolving the crisis in this realm.
However, the Purple Talisman Supreme, who was in charge of this battle, could no longer hold on the moment he saw the Emperor's figure.
His body, having exhausted its essence, shattered like weathered ancient jade. His true spirit transformed into specks of light in the starry sky, completely dissipating into the world, leaving not even a trace of opportunity for reincarnation.
The Supreme Being of the Purple Mansion and others made great contributions this time.
To commemorate this martyred supreme being, the Great Emperor who rushed to the aid used the place where he died as a base and unleashed a terrifying method of reversing time and space, rebuilding the Ziwei Nebula, which had long been reduced to ruins in the flames of war, back to its original state.
He not only left behind an imperial weapon containing the power of his own Great Dao to guard the area, but also sealed the array and talisman inheritance of the Purple Talisman Supreme within it.
From then on, the holy land named after "Purple Mansion" from the word "Purple Talisman" rose to prominence and became one of the top forces in the Purple Mansion Realm.
Such ancient secrets from the time of immortals and immortals are only worthy of being included in the core Daoist canon by forces at the level of a holy city, and passed down from generation to generation.
Because of his deep connection with Qilin City, Chen Xuan was fortunate enough to step into the core Daoist repository of Qilin City and glimpse this long-forgotten history.
At that moment, he felt a deep sense of emotion. If it weren't for countless predecessors like the Purple Talisman Supreme who sacrificed their lives for righteousness, the civilization of cultivators might have been annihilated by the iron hooves of foreign lands long ago.
At this moment, in the endless void, a chariot carved from the bones of a black Qilin is cutting through the sea of stars and moving forward at high speed.
The chariot was pitch black, with a ferocious and majestic statue of a Qilin head, its eyes flickering with ghostly blue soul fire. Each time its hooves trod through the void, they could cause ripples to spread through the surrounding star power.
The one driving the chariot was a young girl dressed in a plain white dress. Her black hair was as black as a waterfall and her skin was as white as snow. She was Bai Li.