"Though heaven and earth possess no wisdom, somewhere in the unseen, they still bear a trace of consciousness. When peril strikes, those destined to answer the tribulation will naturally be born."
The Dao Palace Lord spoke at length. After a long while, he said, "Even before the Abyssal Demon Calamity, the Purple Yin Realm possessed dozens of immortal lineages."
"Among those lineages, even the weaker ones had over a dozen Primordial Spirits. The strongest sacred lands even possessed more than a hundred Primordial Spirits."
"At that time, the Purple Yin Realm had more than several dozen Half-Immortal patriarchs, over ten times as many as today. Over tens of thousands of years, gifted talents emerged in endless succession, and several people destined to answer the tribulation were born one after another."
"But even so, how many of those seniors from back then remain?"
"All has passed away!"
The Dao Palace Lord's voice grew increasingly low. He looked at Chen Nianzhi, and the two fell silent for a long time.
Chen Nianzhi understood in his heart that the patriarchs from the Purple Yin Realm's heyday, as well as those destined to answer the tribulation born afterward, had all perished in that great calamity.
The Yi-Wood Azure Dragon, laid out by several generations of immortals; Myriad-Tribulation Thunder Mountain, the East Sea's foremost sacred land; East Emperor Chen Qiyuan, who became an immortal through his physical body; even Emperor Jiang, who had fulfilled everyone's expectations and ascended to immortality—all had now become history.
"Back then, our Purple Yin Realm stood united. We gathered the strength of the entire Purple Yin Realm to help Emperor Jiang become an immortal, believing we had hope of quelling the calamity."
"Sadly, we still failed in the end!"
The Dao Palace Lord shook his head and looked gravely at