The dark figure spoke in a pleasant voice. "I will grant you the authority of a god."
It continued, "You will possess the authority to resurrect, and to create new worlds and life."
The dark figure slowly spread its arms, its movements as gentle as if it were caressing invisible threads.
Its form was like black silk stirred by the wind as it spun gracefully and danced.
In a voice as soft as gauze, it murmured, "You will become the creator of life."
A dazzling pillar of light suddenly descended from the void, scattering the clouds and mist with its radiance and enveloping Nan Xunran.
In the void, a line of large characters slowly emerged, shining with a mysterious light: [First Seat—Law of Life].
The dark figure suddenly stopped and said softly, "All right, you cannot stay here for too long."
As its words fell, Nan Xunran clearly felt the space begin to reject him.
"At some point, we will appear again."
"The next time we meet, it will be when the Second Seat awakens."
Those were the last words Nan Xunran heard. His eyes narrowed slightly, a thoughtful look flashing through them.
The next moment, his vision shifted, and he found himself outside the secret realm.
Outside the secret realm
Before everyone's eyes, Chaos Tribulation Purgatory was kneaded and torn apart as though by a giant invisible hand.
It rapidly dissipated into the void in an inconceivable manner.
In the blink of an eye, not the slightest trace of its existence remained.
Everyone looked astonished, disbelief spreading across their faces.
Tens of thousands of years ago, it had suddenly appeared without warning.
Tens of thousands of years later, it vanished just as suddenly.
Sacred Domain
A sudden, dazzling pillar of light shattered the long-standing tranquility.
[First Seat—Law of Life]
Almost instantly, everyone in the Sacred Domain saw those words.
The sudden sight left everyone stunned.
The once-peaceful Sacred Domain immediately erupted into an uproar, speculation and discussion surging like a tide.
The ancestors of the great clans and sacred lands were all alerted.
They sprang to their feet in their respective places of cultivation and flew swiftly toward the disturbance.
They moved as swiftly as ghosts, cutting sharp paths through the sky.
Outside the secret realm
Everyone's gaze fell on Nan Xunran, who had suddenly appeared, and they recovered from their shock at the secret realm's disappearance.
Zhou Ren'an hurried forward and called out urgently, "Ran'er! How do you feel?!"
"My lord! Are you all right?!"
"Divine son Xunran!"
Everyone crowded around him, their faces full of concern and anxiety.
Nan Xunran shook his head slightly and said calmly, "I'm fine."
During the fusion, he had felt no discomfort at all, as though it had always belonged to him.
"Whoosh!" Several sharp sounds of rushing wind rang out, and countless figures descended to the ground.
The ancestors of the great clans and sacred lands who had rushed over looked grave as they turned their gazes toward the people in the clearing.
They had barely landed and had yet to utter a word when Wan Huaishan rushed to Nan Xunran's side like a gale.
He had previously received word from Zhou Ren'an and already knew that Nan Xunran had caused the disturbance.
He asked urgently, "Ran'er! How do you feel?"
Nan Xunran shook his head slightly, indicating that he was unharmed.
Seeing this, the others instantly understood that Nan Xunran had caused what they had just witnessed.
At that moment, the ancestor of a sacred land hurried over to one of his elders at the scene and asked anxiously, "What exactly happened just now?"
The elder spoke with difficulty, his voice trembling slightly. "The Burial Ground of the Ancient Gods has appeared."
He paused briefly, then added, "The divine son of the Nan Clan is the proxy they chose."
"What?!"
At those words, everyone could not help drawing a sharp breath.
At their level of cultivation, no sound around them could escape their ears, and they had all heard the elder's words clearly.
Among those present, several great clan ancestors wore exceedingly grim expressions, their faces so dark they seemed ready to drip water.
Nan Xunran's rate of growth had already become a threat to their great clans.
The prodigies of their own generation all seemed so weak; none of them could contend with Nan Xunran.
At the terrifying rate Nan Xunran was growing, it would not be long before he could match the elders of the great clans.
The Nan Clan already sat firmly upon the throne as the foremost great clan, and with a monster like Nan Xunran appearing in this generation, its position was bound to grow even more secure and rise to a new height.
At the thought, despair swept through them, as though they could already see the bleak prospects awaiting their lineages.
In the crowd, a sinister gleam flashed through the Yin Clan ancestor's eyes as he thought to himself, It seems I need to find an opportunity for an "accident" to befall him.
As long as Nan Xunran was gone, perhaps they would still have a chance to catch their breath and turn things around.