Vast chaos, where the years knew no count.
No one knew how long had passed before the other half of Chen Nianzhi's Primordial Spirit slowly awakened.
When he awoke, he found himself within a newly opened world—a primitive Great Thousand World that had only just begun, its rank far inferior to the Hongmeng Secret Realm.
Yet compared to Wuming, this half of his Primordial Spirit had been preserved relatively intact. For some unknown reason, however, it had lost all its memories, as though sealed away by some indescribable power of time and space.
"Who am I? Where am I?"
The half Primordial Spirit murmured inwardly, and ripples could not help spreading through his heart.
He was somewhat bewildered. Slowly taking form, he had neither parents to give him life nor anyone to tell him of his origins.
In the end, taking the Purple Seal that had nurtured him as his model, he chose the homophone of Purple Seal—Purple Scion—as his name.
"From this day onward, I shall be Purple Scion."
Purple Scion spoke slowly, carrying traces of newly awakened confusion, yet he always felt that something about himself was strange.
Although he had lost his memories, because this half of his Primordial Spirit had been preserved so well, Purple Scion sensed that his origins were anything but ordinary.
It seemed that he had once been a supreme powerhouse, but for some reason his Primordial Spirit had been damaged, and he had lost its other half.
"My Primordial Spirit is incomplete."
"It seems to have been cleaved apart by some supreme power, leaving me lost within chaos."
"Moreover, I seem not to belong to this span of time and space. Some power cast me adrift here, which is why I cannot recall the events of the past."
Purple Scion spoke slowly,