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

This is because only young, talented geniuses are allowed to enter this site.

Brahma took advantage of the fact that the rules governing this continent were not yet fully developed and fled into it.

Now, the power of the rules, the perfection of nature, binds Brahma here.

And he, Brahma, at the peak of the ninth rank, has lived for nearly two hundred years.

His spiritual power level and life level were so high that they had almost reached their limit on Earth.

He is the type of person most rejected by this set of selection rules.

Brahma's mental fluctuations were mixed with anger.

He is the chief councilor of the Purple Spirit Clan. He is a being close to a god.

Here, he couldn't even move a finger.

Those transparent chains are constantly applying pressure.

Brahma's spiritual body was compressed to its limit, and the golden light had dimmed to the point of almost going out.

The wrecked structure of the Great Brahma Wheel resembles a nailed coffin, lying face up at the bottom of a three-kilometer-wide crater, completely still.

The strangulation of the rule is ruthless.

Brahma felt his fundamental laws being stripped away layer by layer.

That was a feeling more terrifying than death.

"No……"

Brahma's mental state fluctuated violently.

He lived for nearly two hundred years.

He has witnessed too much life and death, and experienced too many conspiracies and betrayals.

But never before have I felt such despair.

Because he didn't even have the right to resist.

The transparent chain was pressed down again.

The last intact piece of the Star Deity Gold Armor on the chest of the Great Brahma Wheel developed a crack.

The cracks spread along the golden spiritual patterns, making a crisp cracking sound.

Brahma's consciousness began to blur.

The golden light flickered on the surface of the spiritual body, like a candle flickering in the wind.

Right at this moment.

A faint ripple came from deep within the earth.

Brahma's consciousness jolted violently.

The fluctuation was so faint that he would not have been able to detect it if his spiritual laws were not being stripped away and his senses were not becoming extremely acute.

Despite its faintness, it is undeniably real.

Furthermore, it resonated with his very bloodline!

The bloodline of the Purple Spirit Clan spontaneously boiled at this moment.

On the surface of his spiritual body, within the golden light that had dimmed to the point of almost extinguishing, a wisp of purple light actually emerged.

The wisp of purple light traveled along the surface of the spiritual body, and then drew out a second and a third wisp from the depths of Brahma's core consciousness.

The chains of the power of the rules loosened for a moment.

The chains did not tighten further.

Brahma seized this fleeting opportunity to catch his breath.

He concentrated all his remaining mental energy and extended his perception downwards along the fluctuation coming from the ground.

We passed through layer after layer of rock that had been plowed up countless times by ancient wars.

At a depth of about 300 meters at the bottom of the giant pit, Brahma's spiritual perception touched upon a space.

An underground chamber that has been sealed for countless millennia.

The secret room was not large, only about twenty meters in diameter.

The four walls were made of some kind of deep purple crystal, the surface of which was covered with dense runes.

The arrangement of those runes is more than 70% similar to the ancient inscriptions in the Purple Spirit Clan's holy city.

In the very center of the secret chamber, a ball of light the size of a fist floats.

A deep purple sphere of light.

Tens of thousands of rune chains flowed across the surface of the sphere of light, each chain slowly rotating and emitting a chilling spiritual energy.

The energy wave that resonated with his bloodline originated from this sphere of light.

When Brahma's spiritual power touched the runic chains on the outer layer of the sphere of light, a scene appeared in his mind.

He saw an eye.

Vertical. Purple.

It stretches across the gray sky.

Then came the second one.

The third one.

Forty-nine giant purple eyes opened simultaneously, filling the entire sky.

The image flashed for less than half a second, but Brahma's spiritual body trembled violently as if struck by lightning.

"This is……"

His mind raced.

Purple skin, purple markings all over his body, a vertical eye between his brows, and the ultimate spiritual magic that sees the heavens as his eyes—

These characteristics are remarkably similar to those of the Purple Spirit Clan.

No.

It's not similar.

They share the same origin.

Brahma had never felt so clearly the ancient echo that had been dormant for countless generations within his bloodline.

The Purple Spirit Clan's spiritual talent, the vertical eye between their brows, and their extreme affinity for spiritual laws—none of these appeared out of thin air.

They are a legacy.

A legacy diluted from generation to generation from a race far older and more powerful than the Purple Spirit Clan.

"The Celestial Observer Clan..."

The name emerged from Brahma's consciousness.

He had never heard of this name before, but when fragments of information from those rune chains flooded his senses, the name appeared naturally, like a memory etched into his genes.

The Purple Spirit Clan are descendants of the Heavenly Observation Clan.

The biggest mystery that has shrouded the history of the Purple Spirit Clan for two hundred years has been partially revealed at this moment.

Brahma's mental fluctuations gradually stabilized from their chaotic state.

The purple light drawn from the depths of his bloodline was growing stronger.

The chains of the power of rules sensed this change, and the binding force loosened slightly.

Brahma did not rush to break free.

Because his spiritual perception had already passed through the deep purple orb and seen what was deepest in the secret chamber.

Directly behind the sphere of light.

On the innermost side of those deep purple crystal walls.

There was a ball of light.

Unlike the deep purple sphere of light, this light had no color.

Or rather, it contains all colors.

It floated quietly in the corner of the secret room, smaller than a fist, only the size of a pigeon egg.

However, when Brahma's spiritual perception touched its outer layer, the entire sea of ​​consciousness was almost shattered.

That feeling is indescribable in any language.

It's like standing on the seashore, thinking you're just looking at a puddle.

Then the puddle cracked, revealing the abyss below. The abyss contained the entire ocean.

No.

It is larger than the ocean.

That's the weight of a world.

"The origin of the world..."

Brahma's spiritual body trembled.

He spent nearly a hundred years merging his own peak ninth-order spiritual law origin with the Star Corpse God's Finance, attempting to achieve a leap in life level through the puppet's reverse transformation.

But he always lacked one crucial thing.

The world's recognition.

The origin of the world.

And now, it's right there.

It floated quietly in an underground chamber less than 300 meters away from him.

Brahma's consciousness surged violently.

The chains of the power of rules are still wrapped around the remains of the Brahma Wheel, but due to the existence of bloodline resonance, the binding has been downgraded from "strangulation" to "restriction".

He can't move his body.

But his mental perception can reach there.

Brahma compressed his spiritual body to its limit, transforming it into a thin, golden-purple ray of light, and followed the channel of bloodline resonance, drilling down into the secret chamber three hundred meters underground.