Chapter 4: Resurrection at Hand

Just as the Jun family here was preparing to launch a war against the Zi family.

In the core of the Southern Region of Hengyu Earth, deep within an ancient star domain cloaked in everlasting violet mist.

Here the paths of the stars' movements bear an indescribable nobility and grandeur; amid the guard of billions of stars, floating Purple Crystal Divine Mountains stand like the spines of primeval giants, supporting the boundless sky.

Upon the Divine Mountains, jade towers and crystal palaces stretch endlessly, their flying eaves and dougong channels flowing with ancient Dao Rhythm, each brick seeming to contain fragments of stars.

The vast, pure primordial Qi here is so dense it cannot be dissolved, forming a flowing purple light river that nourishes everything in this realm.

This is the ancestral land of the Zi family—one of the five great overlords of the Southern Region— the Purple Radiance Divine Realm!

Yet at this moment, deep within this once sacred and tranquil ancestral land, the atmosphere is taut to the extreme, like a fully drawn Divine Bow; even the slightest disturbance could trigger cataclysmic upheavals.

All the core structures, floating Divine Mountains, and even the flowing purple light river have their energy oddly converging on a single spot—the deepest core of the ancestral land, an ancient Forbidden Land shrouded by overlapping, terrifying restriction light curtains.

At the center of the Forbidden Land, a massive altar entirely built from mysterious purple-patterned divine jade blocks rises from the ground, towering majestically!

The altar stands a Hundred Zhang tall, its base as round as a mountain; nine lifelike Purple Crystal Divine Dragons coil upward, their heads held high, together guarding the altar's summit—a core platform no larger than ten Zhang square.

The entire surface of the altar is covered with ancient runes so intricate they dazzle the eyes; now these runes whirl and flash like living beings, emitting a world-shaking vibration that reverses life and death and alters Reincarnation!

At the altar's summit, endless vitality is forcibly drawn from all directions, from the deep ley lines of the ancestral land, and from the Void, converging here!

That vitality, so dense it borders on material, turns into a viscous emerald-colored light mist, like a massive pulsating life placenta that completely envelops the altar's core.

Within the mist's core, a slender, upright silhouette can be faintly seen, slowly coalescing and taking shape!

That figure seems composed of billions of the purest life light points; each faint flicker shakes the entire altar and tugs at the heartstrings of every core member of the Purple Clan beyond the Forbidden Land!

Around the altar, hundreds of Zhang away, human silhouettes loom, while crows and sparrows are silent!

All the core power of the Purple Clan is gathered here!

Family head Ziyouming, twelve white‑haired, sea‑deep Elders, dozens of prime‑aged, sharp‑core clan elders, and nearly a hundred top Heavenly Pride of the younger generation representing the family's future!

They are like the most devout believers and also the most tense Guardians, their gazes fixed on the pulsating life mist atop the altar, even their breathing deliberately held to the minimum.

The air is suffused with a suffocating heaviness of expectation, and a hint… of bone‑deep fear!

They await the Miracle's arrival, fearing the possible failure.

At the front of the crowd, a towering middle‑aged man with his hands behind his back, is the contemporary head of the Purple Clan—Ziyouming!

His face is resolute, features chiseled like a blade, his brows bearing the gravitas and vicissitudes of wielding a colossal entity.

Yet at this moment, deep within his star‑sea‑like eyes, a wave of undeniable excitement and apprehension churns.

How much effort has he expended for this moment?

He scoured the heavens and traversed perilous lands, all to find that faint glimmer of vitality.

"Little Zi…"

A barely audible whisper slipped from his tightly pressed lips, carrying a complexity only a father can feel.

It is his most prideful son, the most dazzling Heavenly Pride in the history of the Purple Clan!

It is also the deepest pain and obsession in his heart.

Slightly behind Ziyouming, a tall woman dressed in a moon‑white flowing celestial dress clutches her jade hands, her nails nearly embedded in her palms.

Her face is stunningly beautiful, her aura ethereal like a moon palace fairy; her brows resemble the vague silhouette on the altar, yet now her clear eyes brim with an overwhelming, unresolvable worry and hope.

She is Ziyangxian, the sole sister of Ziyang Shen.

"Brother…"

Ziyangxian's voice carried a barely perceptible tremor, a silent cry in her heart, "Come back quickly… the Purple Clan needs you… father needs you… immortal child… also needs you…"

In the long years after Ziyang Shen's fall, she, as a woman, bore the banner of the Zi family's younger generation.

She, too, was extraordinarily talented and praised as the Purple Clan's bright pearl, yet only she knows how arduous her path was beneath her brother's sun‑like blazing radiance.

The brother who once sheltered her from wind and rain, led her across the star seas, and taught her divine arts, is her deepest reliance and pride.

His return is not only the family's hope, but also the missing piece deep in her soul finally made whole.

Ziyouming inhaled deeply, the heavy airflow seeming to absorb the weight of the entire starry sky.

Even though he has weathered countless voyages and witnessed the upheaval of star rivers and the clashes of myriad races, his heart still beats like a heavy drum.

This concerns not only a father's selfishness, but also the millennial foundation and future of the Purple Clan!

Ziyang Shen!

This name has long surpassed the realm of genius.

He is a Miracle born of the Purple Clan's bloodline, a … monster that shattered all conventional understanding!

He rose like a comet, his brilliance illuminating the entire Southern Region of Hengyu Earth!

From an obscure Purple Clan youth, he surged forward, treading upon countless Heavenly Pride corpses and glories, reaching the Absolute Peak! He has created countless myths.

In the era belonging to Ziyang Shen, the entire Southern Region's younger generation lived under his shadow!

The Jun family's Divine Son Jun Xiaoyao? The Holy Son of the Burning Heaven Sect? The Blade Son of the Rift Heaven Blade Emperor Sect? The Fate Divine Sect's Fate Little Heavenly King? All pale before him!

Because of him alone, the Purple Clan's momentum soars, like the sun at its zenith, its edge pointing straight at the leader of the five great overlords!

Everyone has no doubt; given enough time, the Purple Clan will, in his hands, ascend to the supreme throne of the sole overlord of the Southern Region!

He is the Purple Clan's Sea‑Calming Divine Needle!

It is the symbol resonating with the Purple Clan's destiny!

It is the irreplaceable … Light of Hope in every Purple Clan member's heart!

Yet Heaven despises the talented!

That sudden calamity caused the rising giant star to abruptly fall, its brilliance extinguished.

The Purple Clan's splendor was likewise shrouded by a heavy shadow.

Having lost its sky‑piercing titan, the Purple Clan, though still among the five great overlords, can no longer regain its former unrivaled, unstoppable edge.

These years, Ziyouming has poured the entire clan's strength, enduring external scrutiny and internal pressure, paying an unimaginable price, all for today!

Only for that silhouette about to coalesce within the life mist atop the altar!

Ziyouming's gaze suddenly sharpened like lightning, sweeping over the twelve Elders arrayed around the Altar, his voice low yet bearing undeniable resolve, booming in each mind like a startling thunderclap:

"All Elders, heed the command! My son has been revived, now at the final critical moment! Success or failure hinges on this single act! Within a thousand‑mile radius of the Altar lies our Purple Clan's present reverse scale! Even if the Star River collapses and ten thousand enemies assault, we must completely seal it out! Guard Little Zi! He is our Purple Clan's… only hope!"

"Obey the clan master's command!" the twelve Elders bowed in unison, their voices low and lethal!

Twelve vast, abyss‑like breaths thundered forth, instantly interlinking into an indestructible violet‑gold light shield that tightly enveloped the entire Altar Forbidden Land!

Above the light shield, the ancient Purple Dragon illusory shadow roamed and roared, exuding a terrifying pressure that even the Void froze under.

"Great Elder!" Ziyouming's gaze turned to the elder beside him, whose aura was the oldest and most deeply settled, his white hair nearly touching the ground.

"I am here!" the Purple Clan Great Elder stepped forward, his murky eyes now bursting with unprecedented brilliance, like burning stars.

"Follow me… and initiate the final step!" Ziyouming's voice carried a solemnity almost sacrificial.

As the words fell, his right hand swung fiercely!

Buzz!

An unadorned, ancient storage ring, radiating ripples of Space, materialized out of thin air.

With a flicker of his thought, the ring's light flared brilliantly!

In an instant, an indescribably rich fragrant medicinal aura, like a breached flood, swept across the entire Forbidden Land!

That scent contained the purest Primordial life force; a single inhalation made one feel the spirit condensing, blood boiling, as if one's lifespan silently expanded!

Countless gazes were instantly drawn to the cascading torrent of radiant light, then erupted into uncontrollable shock and frenzy!

In the Void, divine light glittered brilliantly, and myriad omens unfolded:

A fist‑sized jade fruit, curled like a swaddled infant, its whole body coursing with emerald life haze, exuding an eternal Immortal Dao Rhythm—Longevity Dao Fruit!

Legend says it can revive dead flesh and white bone, extending life for ten thousand years—Absolute Divine Medicine!

A crimson fruit beating like a heart, its surface etched with mysterious blood‑red veins, each pulse resonating with the Void, as if it holds undying vitality—Undying Celestial Fruit!

This fruit contains a trace of indestructible True Intent, a supreme treasure for reshaping Flesh and stabilizing the spirit!

A nine‑leaf swaying immortal herb, its leaves dazzling like the Star River, flowing with Purification's holy radiance—Nine‑turn Reviving Herb!

It heals the injury of a specialized soul, capable of reversing soul extinction!

A segment of golden vine, its whole body oozing honey‑like divine fluid—Yellow Spring Life‑Continuing Vine!

It bridges the boundary of life and death, drawing True Spirit back!

Also present are the Star Core Jasper condensed from stellar Primordial essence, fragments of Primordial Chaos Purple Qi born at the dawn of Chaos, and Solar Golden Essence containing the great sun's essence…

In countless varieties, numbering several hundred plants!

Each one is a peerless treasure!

Each could spark a frenzied scramble among the Southern Domain's hegemonic powers!

Each is a heaven‑defying artifact that Ziyouming obtained through endless effort and even great sacrifice!

At this moment, these rare marvels that would make countless Dark Cultivators envious, like ordinary herbs, were unhesitatingly and recklessly poured by Ziyouming into the core of the Hundred Zhang Altar!

Boom—!!!

Like a ladle of ice water splashed into a scorching oil pot!

The entire Hundred Zhang Purple‑pattern Divine Jade Altar, at the moment hundreds of supreme treasures were added, erupted with an unprecedented earth‑shaking roar!

The ancient runes that had already whirled wildly now ignited completely, turning into soaring violet flames!

The nine Purple Crystal Divine Dragons coiling around the Altar seemed to come alive, emitting deafening roars!

The massive Altar shuddered violently, as if it could no longer bear the terrifying life energy!

At the Altar's apex, the emerald life aura enveloping Ziyang Shen Dark Shadow swelled tenfold in an instant!

The brilliance was so intense it stung the eyes shut!

The dense Primordial life essence nearly turned into a liquid ocean, raging into that vague silhouette!

The outline that had only been slowly coalescing became exceedingly clear and solid at a sight‑visible speed at this moment!

Skin texture, hair strands, even the minute tremor of eyelashes beneath tightly shut eyelids became distinctly visible!

A faint yet incredibly real and resilient life breath, like a volcano dormant for eons, finally reignited deep within that perfect body…

It began to recover slowly!

Like a spark igniting a prairie, about to awaken the slumbering… peerless True Spirit!

The entire Purple Radiance Divine Realm, at this moment, seemed to reignite from this faint yet crucial life fire, emitting a silent… resonance!

Ziyouming stared intently at the Altar's apex, fists clenched, knuckles turning white.

Ziyangxian held his breath, tears silently sliding down his cheeks.

All core members of the Purple Clan felt their hearts rise to their throats!

The next moment would witness… a divine miracle!