Remnant Clan

This stretch of history was simply too ancient—so ancient that neither Merlin nor Maya had ever heard of it.

"What sort of crisis could have killed even such powerful beings?"

As one of the Thirty-Six Emperors, the Purple Emperor must have been one of the strongest beings in the Void Realm at the time. Yet he had died. Merlin found it hard to imagine what could possibly have harmed the Purple Emperor.

"I do not know the exact nature of the crisis. After all, I am merely a puppet left behind by my master. Perhaps my master's projection can tell you."

The puppet looked toward the transparent crystal wall ahead. A figure shrouded entirely in purple light had already appeared upon it.

"Someone has come..."

An ancient, distant voice rang out. Even the mental projection left behind by the Purple Emperor seemed to carry a trace of the vicissitudes of time.

Whoosh.

Suddenly, the Purple Emperor's mental projection opened his eyes. In that instant, Merlin and Maya seemed to shrink into insignificance, as though they were facing the vast and boundless Void Realm itself.

This Purple Emperor actually carried the aura of the Void Realm. It was truly inconceivable.

"You two are not of the Purple Clan... How much time has passed? Where are the descendants of the Purple Clan? Has not a single one appeared?"

Upon seeing Merlin and Maya, the Purple Emperor's expression changed drastically. He became extremely agitated, and a terrifying pressure descended in an instant. Merlin knew that this was purely a pressure upon their Mental Power; in reality, it would not cause them any substantive harm.

No matter how powerful the Purple Emperor before them had once been, he was only a projection now. He posed no threat to Merlin or Maya.

"Great Purple Emperor!