I became a god through frontier slaughter, and I crushed the academy's prodigies!

The heartland of the Purple Spirit Clan is 50,000 kilometers away from the ruins of the Purple Mist Giant City.

Purple City.

This colossal city, representing the highest power and pinnacle of civilization of the Purple Spirit Clan, is like a purple-gold crown, inlaid in the center of the vast red plain.

The entire city was enveloped by a honeycomb-shaped energy shield hundreds of meters thick, and three thousand mental power amplification towers, each ten thousand meters tall, pierced the sky like spears, weaving a dazzling purple light net.

At the very center of Ziji City, a giant crystal with a diameter of over five thousand meters floats.

This is the national treasure of the Purple Spirit Clan—the Eye of Heaven.

Countless visible optical fibers of spiritual energy descended from the bottom of the crystal, plunging into the massive matrix of the earth like tree roots. They then spread wildly in all directions, perfectly connecting tens of thousands of medium and large cities and hundreds of millions of spiritual signal towers throughout the entire territory of the Purple Spirit Clan.

The Eye of Heaven is not only the eye through which the Supreme Council monitors the entire territory, but also the nerve center that supports the operation of the entire Purple Spirit Clan's social system.

The monitoring hall inside the Eye of Heaven.

The mentalist on duty floated in mid-air, with a semi-transparent nerve conduction tube connected to the back of his head, methodically processing the massive amount of data pouring in from all over the country like a tsunami.

"The energy bands in the southern mining area are normal, and production has increased by 3.5 percent."

"The defense system of the 36 northern fortresses has completed its self-inspection and no abnormalities were found."

"Netherworld Valley Fortress..."

The monitor frowned slightly and retrieved the data logs.

"The signal at the Ghost Valley Fortress fluctuated violently an hour ago, and then all signals were lost. General Monto's direct connection is offline."

Signal interference has been a common occurrence over a long period of time.

Just as the monitor was about to classify the anomaly in the Nether Valley as routine battle damage and report it,

Boom!

Without any warning, the five-thousand-meter-diameter Eye of Heaven suddenly emitted a muffled hum.

The entire monitoring hall suddenly flashed with purple light.

"Warning! A major shock has occurred!"

The dazzling purple light that represents the Purple Mist City.

In an instant, it turned into deathly blackness!

It wasn't a single point, but a vast signal network covering thousands of kilometers, as if someone had forcibly erased a section of it with a blackboard eraser.

"this……"

"The Purple Mist City... has evaporated!"

He probed the data pool with his mental energy, frantically searching through it.

Finally, he found a video.

This is the last video uploaded by the Spiritual Signal Tower before the Purple Mist City was erased.

"Let me see what happened."

The moment the screen unfolded, the monitor's pupils contracted sharply.

There is only one person in the picture.

A young human boy with blue and silver storm wings and wearing battle armor.

High in the sky, one half was a thick cloud of ash, burned through to a dark red color, and the other half was a vortex of thunderstorms intertwined with purple and blue lightning.

The three-thousand-meter-long Dharma-image giant blade swept across like a miniature star exploding!

The war puppets were directly carbonized into fly ash.

Hundreds of thousands of Purple Spirit Clan civilians were crushed into blood and gore under that terrifying gravity field.

The monitor's heart pounded; intense fear began to throw his mental energy into disarray.

The last second of the video.

The god of death held his long sword upside down, and a three-thousand-meter-long blade of light descended from above, cleaving the entire Purple Mist City and the hundreds-of-kilometers-long abyss mineral vein below in two.

……

The Purple Spirit Clan's highest power center, the Purple Sun Temple.

Beneath the deep, dark dome, twelve dark gold thrones, each a hundred meters tall, are arranged in a closed circle.

hum-

Space distorted, and illusory figures emanating terrifying mental fluctuations lit up one after another on the throne.

This is the embodiment of the legislators who descended from tens of thousands of kilometers through spiritual projection.

"The Eye of Heaven has forcibly summoned us. What happened?"

The forms of the mental projections of the members of parliament are all different.

Some councilors' mental projections transformed into an energy body composed of millions of dazzling hexagonal light crystals.

Some councilors are translucent beings of the abyss, with four sharp arms resembling mantis scythes growing from their sides.

Of the twelve councilors, only the first three have entered the ninth rank; the remaining nine are hovering between the early eighth rank and the peak of the eighth rank.

The Ancient Nightmare, at the mid-stage of the ninth rank, is the third councilor of the Purple Spirit Clan.

Monsa is at the peak of the eighth rank, ranking fourth.

As the crystal of the Central Eye of Heaven shimmered.

One after another, mental projections radiating terrifying pressure condensed on the throne.

Pure Purple Spirit Clan commoners often have rough, dark purple skin, and their most distinctive feature is the vertical eye between their eyebrows.

The beings that can sit on these twelve thrones have already completed different evolutions of their life forms over a long period of time.

On the first throne was a vast nebula with no physical form.

A galaxy of hundreds of spiritual energies swirled around him, vaguely outlining a massive human figure.

His face had no features, only three dazzling golden cores, like supernovae, slowly rotating.

First Councilor, Brahma.

A ninth-rank peak spiritual master.

Right next to his second throne sat a semi-transparent body that was fifty feet tall.

The second councilor, Hughes, possessed skin as translucent as purple-gold glass, and his bones were filled with tangible spiritual power.

Behind his head, twelve polyhedral crystal halos floated intertwined.

The third and fourth thrones are empty.

"The Purple Mist City was destroyed; it was done by a young human."

First Councilor Brahma spoke, his voice carrying an ethereal quality.

There was not the slightest emotional fluctuation.

The twelve crystal halos behind the head of the second councilor, Hughes, suddenly stopped spinning, and a dangerous glint flashed in his eyes.

"idiot."

Hughes coldly uttered two words.

He turned his head and looked at the two empty thrones, the meaning of which was self-evident.

For a long time, there have been two completely different strategic lines in the Supreme Council of the Purple Spirit Clan.

For this planet called Blue Star, the ultimate goal of the Purple Spirit Clan is unified and clear: to completely enslave the human race, seize all cultivation resources, drive out or destroy other alien races, and ultimately complete the overall evolution of the race.

However, there are significant differences between the two sides on the specific implementation level.

Led by the first councilor Brahma and the second councilor Hughes, they advocated using time to buy space.

Although the human race's dragon kingdom is powerful, it is surrounded by enemies on all sides.

The Blood Demons of the Blood Burial Plains, the Ice Giants of the Northern Ice Plains, the Flame Demons of the Southern Border, the Wind Falcon Clan of the Western Border, and the Abyss Sea Clan beneath the Eastern Sea.

They are all engaged in a frantic war of attrition with the Dragon Kingdom.

Brahma and Hughes's plan was simple: maintain absolute neutrality, and even engage in sham resource exchanges with the human race in some insignificant areas.

Let the Dragon Kingdom fill the most dangerous fronts, while they and other alien races deplete its resources.

When those veteran ninth-tier powerhouses fall one after another, when the entire planet is about to descend into chaos and its war potential is completely exhausted.

The Purple Spirit Clan then dropped their neutral pretense and used their hundreds of millions of puppet legions, accumulated over hundreds of years, to deliver a fatal blow to the Dragon Kingdom from the shadows, reaping the rewards at minimal cost.

This is a highly patient political strategy aimed at maximizing benefits.

However, the third member, Gu Yan, and the fourth member, Monsa, represent the "radicals" in the parliament.

The ideas of the Ancient Nightmare and Monsa are highly aggressive.

They believe that the number of outstanding talents in China has exploded in recent years.

Allowing the human race to recuperate and thrive is tantamount to raising a behemoth capable of devouring the entire Purple Spirit Clan.

We must strike first.

They openly encroach on the borders of the Dragon Kingdom, and once they seize an opportunity, they will use the highest level of strategic force to nip it in the bud.

In their struggle for command of the expeditionary force, Gu Yan and Meng Sa even made a pledge at the last council meeting and charged aggressively toward the Jiangcheng defense line.

But now, the price has come.

"I've said it before: prematurely revealing our war potential will only backfire."

The seventh councilor sighed, and the light on the surface of his spiritual body flickered.

"Now that Ancient Nightmare and Monsa have broken their neutrality, they've been turned on. This is a devastating strategic miscalculation!"

"It's not just a misjudgment, it has brought trouble to the entire community."