Chapter 1222: The Purple Nightmare Sovereign

"From its appearance, the Thunder Prison Demon's blood has fused well with you."

The Purple Nightmare Sovereign nodded slightly, "Now, release the demon body."

"Understood."

Xu Jingming nodded and retracted his energy.

The purple demonic runes on his skin gradually faded, his wings retracted slowly into his body, and his height returned to normal.

When the last trace of purple vanished, he immediately felt an unprecedented weakness, as if he had just endured a great battle.

"What is this...?" Xu Jingming frowned in confusion.

"This is normal."

The Purple Nightmare Sovereign explained, "You are only at Starlight Seventh Stage; forcibly wielding Star-level power naturally comes at a cost."

Each use of the Purple Nightmare Demon Body consumes vast amounts of stamina.

Only when you truly enter the Star Stage will this side effect lessen."

"I understand."

Xu Jingming nodded, panting, beads of sweat glistening on his forehead.

Though weak, his eyes sparkled with excitement.

At the very least, he now possessed a trump card that wouldn't be utterly depleted!

Unlike the Thunder Talisman, the Purple Nightmare Demon Body can be used repeatedly, as long as he controls the timing.

And at this moment, Xu Jingming noticed.

Compared to before, the Purple Nightmare Sovereign's figure had grown significantly more ethereal.

"Senior, what is this?" Xu Jingming's heart lurched.

"Don't be alarmed."

The Purple Nightmare Sovereign smiled lightly, his three-meter-tall body seated cross-legged in the void, the secret runes on his surface gradually dimming:

"I am merely residual spiritual energy; surviving until a successor appeared was already a stroke of luck."

Now that I have transmitted the Purple Nightmare Demon Scripture to you and the blood fusion is complete, my mission is finished."

Unfortunately, my final preparations were insufficient."

All other transmissions have been seized; only the core transmission of the Purple Nightmare Demon Scripture remains—I cannot offer you any further aid..."

The Purple Nightmare Sovereign's gaze toward Xu Jingming carried deep regret.

Had he still been alive, he might have had a student as gifted as Xu Jingming.

Perhaps he could have cultivated a Sovereign-level powerhouse.

"The help you've given me has already been more than enough."

Without your demonic blood, my Purple Nightmare Demon Body would not be this strong."

Xu Jingming hurriedly said.

He spoke the word "teacher" with genuine sincerity.

A T0-level bloodline technique, transmitted without reservation, truly deserves to be called "teacher."

"Good, good, good—having a student like you, I can die without regrets."

The Purple Nightmare Sovereign laughed heartily, then his expression turned solemn:

"Having received my transmission, remember these three things."

"First, bloodline techniques are exceedingly rare; before you attain Sovereign-level status, never reveal the existence of the Purple Nightmare Demon Scripture."

Of course, this does not mean you cannot use the Purple Nightmare Demon Body."

You may claim to possess demonic bloodline."

The universe is vast; extraordinary bloodlines are countless."

Though rare, such cases do exist among human clans."

Xu Jingming nodded solemnly.

The Purple Nightmare Demon Scripture is a Sovereign-level transmission—it must not be revealed lightly.

"Second, I have a mortal enemy named 'Bloodclaw Sovereign.'"

He was immensely powerful; in his time, he was the one who killed me."

Sixty thousand years have passed; his strength has likely grown even greater."

The Purple Nightmare Sovereign raised his hand slightly, and a spiritual force image instantly appeared before Xu Jingming.

There, on a shattered star ring, the Purple Nightmare Sovereign battled another Sovereign.

That Sovereign wielded claw techniques; each claw mark was crimson as blood, tearing open space fissures tens of thousands of kilometers wide.

"If you ever grow strong enough, perhaps you may avenge me; if not, never provoke him."

The Purple Nightmare Sovereign's voice grew faint.

He spoke casually, yet Xu Jingming heard in it a fury that shook the heavens.

Naturally—mortal enemies would wish to flay each other alive.

"Third, I hope that once you are strong enough, you will visit the 'Purple Nightmare Empire.'"

The Purple Nightmare Sovereign looked at Xu Jingming, "That is my homeland, and also the empire I founded."

Sixty thousand years ago, after I died in battle, my divine realm collapsed; the empire likely fell with it."

My true name is Akman Duer; if you can find my bloodline clan, the 'Akman' clan,"

please care for them. If you find a clan member with decent talent, you may transmit the Purple Nightmare Demon Scripture to him."

If no blood relatives remain, then forget it..."

"Your student will remember," Xu Jingming bowed respectfully.

At that moment, he suddenly realized that what he had received was not merely a secret art, but a grudge spanning six hundred thousand years.

"Good... good child......"

The Purple Nightmare Sovereign looked at Xu Jingming.

His features had already become completely blurred, yet his voice carried a sense of relief.

Before the last few words could be finished, that towering figure completely transformed into a skyful of purple light, dissipating between heaven and earth.

"Your student respectfully sees the teacher off!" Xu Jingming bowed deeply with great reverence.

The final gift of a Sovereign-level powerhouse deserved such a grand bow from him.

Rumble rumble rumble—

After the Purple Nightmare Sovereign dissipated, the entire secret realm space shook violently, and the dome began to collapse.

Countless spatial cracks spread like a spiderweb, and the circular platform where the stone stele once stood was disintegrating.

Those profound secret runes struggled as if alive before dissipating.

"The secret realm is going to collapse."

Xu Jingming's vision blurred, and when he opened his eyes again, he had already returned to the Death Ground.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh......

Around him, countless figures flickered into appearance—all people like him who had been forcibly expelled from the inheritance secret realm.

"What's going on? How did I get out?"

"Dammit! I'd only just deciphered the eleventh layer of secret runes!"

"Such a hard-won opportunity! I hadn't even failed the trial yet—how could it just end?"

"......"

Above the entire Death Ground, the faces of the many powerhouses were all filled with confusion.

Especially those who had paid a fortune to buy their slots from the Eternal Divine Spirit families were even more furious.

In the void, several Eternal Divine Spirits also furrowed their brows.

Suddenly, the purple secret realm entrance that had been suspended high in the sky violently twisted!

"Look! What's happening to the secret realm entrance?"

"Hiss, is the secret realm going to collapse?"

The countless powerhouses gathered around the secret realm immediately stirred into an uproar, cries of alarm rising one after another.

Just as everyone was in a state of anxious uncertainty, a thunderous boom—Yang Zhentian—rang out.

The purple secret realm entrance exploded with a roar, transforming into countless specks of light that dissipated between heaven and earth.

Around the entire Death Ground, countless powerhouses stared at this scene with stunned expressions, instantly falling into a death-like silence.

"It... disappeared?"

"A Sovereign-level inheritance secret realm, just gone like that?"

"What is going on?!"

"......"

After a brief silence, an earth-shaking uproar erupted at the scene.

Those powerhouses still queuing up to enter were even more dumbfounded.

"No way! I haven't even gone in yet!"

"I paid five hundred million Noah coins to buy this slot!"

"What exactly happened? Why did the secret realm suddenly disappear?"

"......"

With the disappearance of the inheritance secret realm, the entire Death Ground instantly plunged into chaos.