Chen Mo had always been curious about Purple Emperor's appearance.
From what he had heard, this ruthless man had always been shrouded in mystery. After slaughtering the elite geniuses of the Ziwei Civilization and fleeing it, he had vanished without a trace.
Yet the legends about him had never ceased.
According to outside rumors, after Dan's death, he was the only being capable of competing with Tong Qing for the title of the strongest in the universe.
This god of slaughter was infamous far and wide.
Chen Mo had never met him before, but ever since Purple Emperor had dragged him out of the void, he no longer dared underestimate this great figure.
The Purple Emperor looked like an ordinary middle-aged man of the Ziwei Civilization. On his forehead was the Crape Myrtle Flower emblem, marred by a scar shaped like a cross. Part of his right cheek was covered in blood-red tattoos resembling ancient inscriptions, while purple fluorescence shimmered across his skin—the purest shade of purple.
Those eyes were like glowing purple gemstones, profound and crystalline. Looking into them, one could not see their depths; they were extraordinarily mysterious. Those eyes left a deep impression. Chen Mo had seen similar eyes on only one being: Zi Yun, the envoy of the Nether Body Civilization.
There was no expression on his blade-chiseled face, only coldness and mystery.
After sizing each other up, Chen Mo broke the silence. "What do you want with me?"
"To give you a gift." Purple Emperor waved a hand and tossed Chen Mo a thumb-sized storage card.
"What is this?"
The answer caught Chen Mo off guard. He had thought Purple Emperor had come to discuss cooperation or ask for help, never expecting him to bring something as a gift.
A wicked smile curled at Purple