Old Affairs of the Purple Yin Realm

Chen Nianzhi had not cultivated the Manjushri Scripture, yet he had still studied it with great care for many years.

As he recited its verses now, boundless Buddhist light blossomed across the sky, and an air of auspicious peace washed over heaven and earth.

The thunder tribulation being bore the brunt of it. Without realizing it, it gradually quieted, while the tyrannical killing intent in its pupils slowly dissipated into nothingness.

No one knew how long passed before waves of towering black qi burst from the thunder tribulation being's body, and a measure of clarity returned to its eyes.

"Young friend, what year is it now?"

The lightning gradually drew inward, and the thunder tribulation being transformed into a man clad in a purple robe of thunder.

"Are you a senior of Myriad-Tribulation Thunder Mountain?"

Seeing a thread of the thunder tribulation being's consciousness awaken, Chen Nianzhi hurriedly spoke. Yet a moment later, he could not help sighing inwardly. "It has been more than seventy thousand years since Myriad-Tribulation Thunder Mountain was destroyed."

"Seventy thousand years."

The man trembled. He looked around and saw that the vast Myriad-Tribulation Thunder Mountain was left with nothing but crumbling walls and ruined remains. An expression of unbearable pain immediately appeared on his face.

He dropped painfully to his knees, his face full of remorse. "We failed."

"Alas!"

Chen Nianzhi sighed. Only after the thunder tribulation being's aura gradually calmed did he help him up and say, "Senior, can you tell me what happened back then?"

"What happened back then."

The thunder tribulation being paused, a pained expression surfacing on his face as though he had fallen into unpleasant memories.

After a long while, he regained his composure. Sitting cross-legged before Chen Nianzhi, he slowly began his account. "The battle of Myriad-Tribulation Thunder Mountain