The Vestigial Tribe

This era of history was too long ago, to the point where Merlin and Maya had never heard of it.

"What crisis could that be that caused the death of such a powerful being?"

As the Purple Emperor, one of the Thirty-six Emperors, he must surely be one of the mightiest existences in the Void Zone at that time, yet he died. It was difficult for Merlin to imagine what was it that could harm the Purple Emperor.

"As for what crisis it was exactly, I'm unsure as well. After all, I'm merely a puppet left behind by Master. Perhaps Master's projection can tell you."

The puppet glanced toward the transparent crystal wall in front. On the wall, a figure shrouded in purple light had appeared.

"Someone has come…"

A voice spoke slowly. The voice of this Mind Projection left by the Purple Emperor revealed a trace of weary worldliness.

"Swoosh."