Chapter 13: Huang Lao

The sky of the Purple Radiance Divine Realm has already been completely shattered.

Chaos churns, the laws wail, like a painting of the apocalypse descending.

Jun's Ancestor, his withered silhouette wrapped in a chaos aura that ends all, the Burning Heaven Ancestor's world‑consuming flames scorch the Void into an eternal black hole, and the Heaven‑splitting Blade Ancestor transforms into an invisible, formless yet world‑severing supreme blade light!

The three truly Immortal‑level terrifying beings now share an unprecedented goal: to crush the Hundred Zhang Altar and cut off the last hope of Ziyang Shen's resurrection!

They are like three destructive stars, tearing the violet aura shield the Purple Clan Ancestor painstakingly erected, bearing a murderous intent that makes the entire Southern Region shudder, and brazenly close in on the Altar's core!

"Purple Elder, today is the time to expel the Purple Clan!"

Jun's Ancestor's voice is like a bone‑scraping cold wind; his withered fingers point again, releasing a Chaos Finger Spear more refined and more Jiemie than before, silently shooting toward the pulsating life‑light mist atop the Altar!

"How dare you!!"

The Purple Clan Ancestor's beard and hair bristled like spears, his eyes about to split!

The violet aura enveloping him instantly ignited, like boiling purple divine flames!

A similarly resolute, even self‑destructive terrifying wave erupted with a roar!

He intends, at the cost of burning his own Primordial and even detonating part of the Ancestral Land's foundation, to unleash an ultimate all‑consuming strike, forcibly holding back the three!

Below, Ziyouming, the head of the Purple family, already drenched in blood, his breath at its weakest, leaning on a broken divine sword, he coughs up golden divine blood laced with fragments of internal organs, watching the three torrents of destruction descend, his eyes filled with endless grief and despair!

Ziyangxian and the other core clan members were ashen, unable to muster even a hint of resistance under the absolute pressure of the three Immortal‑level beings.

Is it truly the end?

The Purple Clan's millennial foundation, the sole hope of the elder brother's resurrection, is about to be utterly buried today…?

Just as the Purple Clan Ancestor is about to detonate the Primordial, Ziyouming's eyes about to split, and all Purple Clan disciples are shrouded in boundless despair—

Buzz!

A sudden anomaly erupts atop the Altar!

The emerald life‑light mist enveloping Ziyang Shen's silhouette, throbbing violently, at its center, without warning… rippled outward in a circle.

These ripples are not energy waves, but a… ripple of light.

As if a stone were thrown into a calm pond, or a sleeping universe opened its eyes.

Immediately, at the core of that life‑light mist, a point of light whose brilliance, purity, and… loftiness defy description suddenly ignited!

The moment that point appeared, the chaotic, shattered core of the Purple Radiance Divine Realm, saturated with destructive aura, seemed to have its pause button pressed!

The raging turbulent energy solidified.

The deafening wail of the laws vanished.

Even the three Immortal‑level beings' world‑shattering terrifying pressure and assault seemed trapped in viscous amber, becoming exceedingly sluggish!

Everyone's gaze, friend or foe, regardless of cultivation level, was irresistibly drawn by an invisible force, involuntarily fixed upon the Altar's apex!

That brilliant point of light, like the first ray at the birth of the universe, rapidly expanded and rose!

Endless brilliance flowed from it, not blinding but bearing a warm, vast embrace that soothes the soul.

The radiance intertwined and coalesced, finally forming a… towering light‑shadow!

This light‑shadow is not solid, yet more majestic than any divine mountain or colossal peak!

It stands silently atop the Altar, as if it has existed here since antiquity, becoming the absolute center and pillar of this realm!

Its form is vague; only a faint humanoid outline can be seen, its body composed of the purest, most Primordial light, coursing with incomprehensible profound Dao patterns.

An aura that transcends time and space, beyond all present comprehension… the supreme breath, like the sleeping will of the star‑sea, slowly spreads.

Before this aura, Jun's Ancestor's chaos‑world‑ending breath, the Burning Heaven Ancestor's flame that incinerates the eight wildernesses, and the Heaven‑splitting Blade Ancestor's world‑severing edge… all appear so tiny, so… insignificant!

Like fireflies to a bright moon, dust to the Star River!

"This... this is..."

On Ziyouming's blood‑stained face, the ultimate despair instantly gave way to an indescribable excitement and ecstasy!

His body trembles violently, nearly unable to stand, not from injury but from the shock and reverence deep within his soul!

"We... salute... Huang Lao!!!"

Ziyouming, together with several core Elders of the Purple Clan, and the Purple Clan Ancestor poised in the high heavens to detonate the Primordial, at once, disregarding their grievous wounds and surrounding foes, bowed deeply with utmost respect and devotion toward that towering light‑shadow!

Their voices were filled with heartfelt awe and... an uncontrollable excitement!

This sudden turn left countless Purple Clan disciples below, including Ziyangxian, in great bewilderment and shock!

"Huang Lao? Who is this? Why does he appear atop this Altar?"

Ziyangxian's beautiful eyes widened, seeing her father and Ancestor's unprecedented reverence, a storm of turmoil roiling within her heart,

"Could it... be related to the elder brother's resurrection?"

Her question mirrors the doubt in every uninformed Purple Clan member's heart.

Ziyouming, suppressing his excitement, used divine power to transmit his voice, which rang clearly in every Purple Clan member's ear, bearing a near‑pilgrimage reverence:

"Xian'er, fellow clan members!"

"Do you know that reviving to reverse life and death is a great taboo of Heaven and Earth, an ancient Tie Lu!"

"Even if our Purple Clan exhausts the entire clan's strength, scours the Zhutian Wanjie, finds countless anti‑Heaven treasures, without... the supreme Great Power to alter yin and yang, to tug at Fate's strings, how could there be any sliver of hope?!"

His gaze burned intensely toward the light‑shadow at the Altar's apex:

"It is indeed Huang Lao! This great being beyond our comprehension!"

"He, with supreme means, granted Xiao Zi the chance to reverse life and death! He guided us to erect this anti‑Heaven Altar! Xiao Zi's resurrection fundamentally stems... from Huang Lao's grace and intervention!!"

Boom!

Like thunderclap exploding in every Purple Clan member's heart!

So that's it!

No wonder!

No wonder this supposedly impossible resurrection can now touch the brink of success!

So it turned out that behind stood such a… an unimaginably great Dark Being!

All doubts were instantly resolved, replaced by unparalleled shock and a deep reverence for that Guangying!

It turns out that the Purple Clan's greatest trump card, its deepest reliance, is not those treasured pills, but this… Huang Lao!

And at this moment, the three—Jun family Ancestor, Burning Heaven Ancestor, and Rift Sky Blade Ancestor—who were originally bristling with killing intent and certain of victory, felt their hearts plunge into a bottomless icy abyss the instant the towering Guangying appeared!

It was a… Great Terror born from the instinct of life, from the deepest part of the soul!

They are Immortal Dark Beings, possessing perception of the heavenly and earthly laws and of higher‑level forces far beyond that of ordinary people.

Precisely because of this, they more clearly sensed the Dark Being level that the Guangying before them represents, how… despair‑inducing it is!

That is certainly not Immortal!

It is something that completely and far surpasses Beyond Immortal, something they cannot even imagine reaching… the Supreme Domain!

"Not good!"

The withered face of the Jun family Ancestor showed an unmistakable shock for the first time!

The flames surrounding the Burning Heaven Ancestor instantly dimmed, as if frozen by invisible ice!

The intangible blade intent of the Rift Sky Blade Ancestor seemed to meet its nemesis, trembling violently, nearly disintegrating!

No communication was needed; a single exchanged glance, and the three Immortal‑level beings who could make the Star River tremble with a stomp in the Southern Region, astonishingly reached an unprecedented tacit understanding—

Run!

Run, no matter what!

Facing such a Dark Being, any thought of resistance is the most foolish suicide!

Only escape!

The farther you run, the better!

Perhaps there is still a faint sliver of hope!