Chapter 2110 : Awakening in a Nameless World

Within the Vast and Boundless Chaos [the primordial state before the formation of the cosmos], years and seasons pass unmarked.

An unknowable span of time later, the other half of Eldrin Chen's Primordial Spirit [the highest spiritual core of a cultivator] slowly stirred to wakefulness.

Upon awakening, It found Itself within a newly formed world—a nascent, untamed Great Thousand World [a vast, newly born realm]. Its inherent rank was far inferior to that of the Primordial Chaos Secret Realm [a legendary realm born from the primordial chaos].

Yet, compared to Nameless, this half of the Primordial Spirit was relatively well-preserved. However, for reasons unknown, it had lost all its memories, seemingly sealed away by an indescribable Space-Time Power [a mysterious force governing space and time].

"Who am I? Where am I?"

The half Primordial Spirit murmured inwardly, a faint ripple of confusion stirring within.

It was in a state of profound bewilderment. Slowly, it took form. There were no parents to nurture it, no one to tell it of its origins.

Finally, drawing inspiration from the Violet Seal [a powerful enchanted artifact] that had nurtured its birth, the half Primordial Spirit took a homophone of the treasure's name—'Purple Seal'—as its own.

"From this day forth, I shall be known as Purple Seal."

Purple Seal spoke slowly, awakening with a childlike innocence, yet an inexplicable sense of strangeness lingered within.

Though his memories were lost, because his Primordial Spirit [the spiritual core of a cultivator] remained relatively intact, Purple Seal sensed his origins were anything but ordinary.

It seemed he had once been a supreme powerhouse, but for some reason, his Primordial Spirit [the spiritual core of a cultivator] had been damaged, causing him to lose the other half of his Primordial Spirit [the spiritual core of a cultivator].

"My Primordial Spirit [the spiritual core of a cultivator] is incomplete."

"It seems to have been cleaved apart by some supremely powerful force, which is why I was lost within the Chaos [the primordial, formless state before creation].

"Moreover, I do not seem to belong to this Space-Time [the fabric of reality encompassing space and time]. I was lost here due to some power, making it difficult to recall my past."

Purple Seal spoke slowly, his heart filled with countless unresolved doubts.

Unable to unravel the Karma [the cosmic principle of cause and effect governing fate], he rose to observe this world and realized he was within a newly born heaven and earth.

"The world is newly born; all life is being nurtured."

Purple Seal murmured softly, but his expression suddenly shifted slightly.

He saw the nascent heaven and earth shatter as a Chaos Ancient Cauldron [an ancient, primordial cauldron forged in the chaos before time] descended from beyond the Chaos [the primordial, formless state before creation], appearing silently by his side.

"Chaos Ancient Cauldron [a primordial artifact of immense power and mystery]."

This caused Purple Seal to pause momentarily, a flicker of surprise crossing his features.

He slowly reached out to touch the ancient cauldron, sensing a faint, elusive familiarity that seemed to resonate with him, yet felt distinctly different from his own essence.

"Master."

The Chaos Cauldron spoke, its voice a mere ripple of intent that surfaced from the depths of its being.

Yet, Purple Seal felt even more perplexed. He had never laid eyes on this ancient vessel before. What possible connection could exist between them?

Alas, the Chaos Ancient Cauldron itself was in a state of profound confusion. It seemed to have been scoured by endless torrents of Space-Time Power [the fundamental forces governing space and time], lost within the boundless expanse of Space-Time [the continuum of existence where all events occur], trapped in an endless, cyclical loop.

With each passing moment, the Chaos Ancient Cauldron seemed to be reborn anew, its memories of the distant past fractured and indistinct.

"A kind of shattering, an indescribable Power of Time [the fundamental force governing the flow and manipulation of time], in a cycle that has enveloped both you and I."

Purple Seal voiced his confusion, his heart growing more troubled by the mystery.

What manner of existence could have shattered his Primordial Spirit [the highest spiritual core of a cultivator] so utterly? And what force had ensnared him within this endlessly repeating cycle of fate?

Faintly, Purple Seal perceived two indescribable powers locked in a titanic struggle.

One was an unimaginable force, originating from beyond the River of Space-Time [the conceptual flow of all history and reality], seeking to annihilate, to zero out, to erase the entire ancient history contained within that Space-Time [the continuum of existence], rendering it a void, a past that never was.

The other power resisted it. In their clash, this opposing force severed the boundless River of Space-Time, creating an isolated loop—an island of history caught in an eddy outside the endless flow of Space-Time.

And He, Purple Seal, existed within this fragment of ancient history, perpetually on the brink of being zeroed out with the River of Space-Time, vanishing into non-existence.

This was the beginning, and also The End.

"An unspeakable power," he murmured, "causes me to drift and drown endlessly within the River of Space-Time, unable to find my lost half of the Primordial Spirit."

"Only by reclaiming that other half of my Primordial Spirit can I recover my memories, break free from this infinitely shattered River of Space-Time, and return to the history that is truly my own."

Purple Seal spoke softly, his gaze finally settling on the Chaos Cauldron [an ancient artifact of immense power]. With a note of puzzlement, he inquired, "Little Cauldron, do you share some connection with my other half of Primordial Spirit?"

"*Hummm—*"

The ancient cauldron trembled faintly, yet it remained muddled and confused, unable to reveal to Eldrin Chen the full history of everything.

Furthermore, the artifact spirit of the Returning Abyss Seal had vanished. It seemed this spirit did not belong to this ancient epoch either and could offer him no answers.

"Alas—"

Purple Seal let out a soft sigh. Bearing the doubts in his heart, he began to wander through this primordial world.

In this era, heaven and earth were newly formed, and the world was a vast, desolate expanse.

Great evils roamed unchecked, and Divine Spirits [powerful beings born from the essence of the world] held dominion.

Purple Seal embarked upon the path of cultivation. Perhaps because this half of his Primordial Spirit [the spiritual core of a cultivator] was preserved more intact, it faintly retained some instinctual knowledge of cultivation arts.

Starting from nothing, he forged his own path of cultivation, refining a physical body for himself. Yet, within this body, he discovered the forms of divine powers.

Among them was a 'sundial' [a time-measuring instrument], which enveloped the powers of the Sun and Moon and the Stellar [celestial] forces, seemingly capable of altering the flow of time.

Purple Seal immediately activated the power of this 'sundial', accelerating the flow of time around himself by a full hundredfold.

Thus, after merely a few years in the outside world, Purple Seal had cultivated his way to the Ascendant Immortal Realm [the foundational realm for true immortals].

At this time, Purple Seal vaguely understood his unique fortune. His Primordial Spirit [the spiritual core of a cultivator] seemed to have reached an indescribable level, and his physical body also bore a certain imprint of Space-Time [the fundamental laws governing space and time].

It was less like cultivation and more like the recovery of his former power. The speed of his advancement was nearly a thousand Li-lengths in a single day—astoundingly swift.

After stepping into the Ascendant Immortal Realm, Purple Seal found his cultivation resources insufficient. This world could no longer sustain him for further progress.

Therefore, he took action. He pacified the savage beasts of this wilderness and then opened the path of cultivation for its myriad mortal beings.

Thereafter, he ascended into the Immortal Domain [the higher realm where immortals dwell] and began the next stage of his cultivation journey.

With the power of the 'Sundial' supporting him and under a hundredfold acceleration of Space-Time flow, his cultivation advanced with breathtaking speed. The sole issue was the immense consumption of cultivation resources.

Fortunately, the Chaos Cauldron [a mystical cauldron capable of refining chaos] was profoundly marvelous, able to transform Sea of Chaos Water [primordial waters of chaos] into various cultivation resources. Thus, the speed of his power increase—or rather, his recovery—remained astonishingly rapid.

In less than one hundred thousand years, he broke through to the Celestial Immortal Realm [the realm of celestial immortals, a significant step above the Ascendant Immortal].

After his breakthrough to Celestial Immortal, Purple Seal wandered within the Chaos [the primordial, formless void beyond ordered realms], yet a growing sense of confusion and uncertainty filled his heart.

He wandered in a daze through the Endless Chaos Sea, yet always felt he did not belong to this Space-Time [the continuum of existence encompassing all dimensions and moments], feeling utterly out of place with everything around him.

Until one day, within the Chaos Desolation Sea, he encountered a woman of peerless elegance and grace.

"My name is Melody Qu."

The woman felt an instant connection with him, a smile blossoming in her bright eyes as she revealed her name.

Purple Seal always felt a strange familiarity with this woman, as if they were destined to meet yet had missed their chance, accompanied by a disorienting sense of a love tragically severed by Space-Time.

"You were born before I existed; by the time I was born, you were already gone."

"Across the vast expanse of Space-Time, I have finally been able to meet you."

Purple Seal suddenly spoke, uttering words he himself could scarcely comprehend.

The woman was taken aback, her expression one of astonishment as she asked in surprise, "You know me?"

Only then did Purple Seal realize that the words just spoken seemed to have come from his own lips, yet they felt alien to this Space-Time, leaving him with an indescribable sense of temporal dislocation.

He shook his head, dismissing the thought, and said, "It merely felt familiar."

"Melody Qu, Flowing Wine Along a Winding Stream. Your name is quite beautiful."

"Is that so? I think so too."

Melody Qu smiled, her bright eyes shimmering with an exquisite light.

Purple Seal did not press the matter further. Instead, they journeyed together through the Chaos [the primordial, formless state before creation].

They became fast friends from the very first meeting. Though they never became cultivation partners, they were soulmates who supported each other through thick and thin.

With the aid of Melody Qu and the Immortal Clam Clan, Purple Seal obtained vast cultivation resources. Consequently, his cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds, and it was not long before he broke through to the Great Encompassing Realm.

Upon stepping into the Great Encompassing realm, Purple Seal used the Chaos Cauldron [a legendary cauldron capable of refining the essence of primordial chaos] as his foundation. He helped Melody Qu solidify her foundational potential [the innate quality and stability of a cultivator's spiritual base] and achieve the form of the Nine-Colored Immortal Shell [a supreme constitution symbolized by a radiant, nine-hued shell].

Seizing this opportunity, Purple Seal deployed the Chaos Grand Formation [a grand array that harnesses the power of primordial chaos]. He performed Foundation Reforging [a divine ability to completely rebuild and enhance a cultivator's foundational potential] for his old friends and comrades. In the end, he forged a foundation of three thousand beings with the potential of Innate Heavenly God Being [a being born with the innate potential of a Heavenly God].

And precisely because of this, Purple Seal incurred the relentless pursuit of his enemies.

Fortunately, the power of the 'Sundial' was extraordinary. Not only could it accelerate the flow of time, but it also allowed him to flee into the Chaos [the primordial, formless void from which all realms are born].

After escaping into the Chaos, Purple Seal inadvertently entered a stretch of Nameless void.

This seemed to be a legacy left behind by a supremely powerful being, containing vast quantities of Innate Primordial Breath [the purest form of primordial energy] and even Chaos Rare Treasure [rare treasures born from the primal chaos], as well as Chaos Spiritual Treasure [spiritual treasures of chaos] like the Supreme Lunar Divine Fruit [a divine fruit imbued with the essence of the supreme moon] and other such Rare Treasure.

Such an abundance of Rare Treasure represented a staggering foundation of resources, enough to drive even a Sage Ascendant [a cultivator who has ascended to the rank of Sage] to madness.

"When Heaven bestows a gift, to refuse it invites calamity."

After clearing out this trove of resources, he declared with deep satisfaction, "Today, I accept this Karma [the cosmic law of cause and effect, action and consequence]. If I can one day recover my other half of the Primordial Spirit [the spiritual core of a cultivator] and comprehend my true self, I shall repay this kindness a hundredfold."

Purple Seal did not know to whom this hoard of treasures belonged, but after obtaining them, his cultivation speed finally soared to its absolute limit.

No, this wasn't cultivation in the conventional sense. It seemed more like he was *recovering* his former power.

A power, reflected from within the River of Space-Time [the metaphysical river that flows through all of existence, containing past, present, and future], allowed him to swiftly cultivate the nine great True Spirit Foundation [foundational arts for nurturing one's true spirit] and even master the power of the Great Path [the supreme, fundamental laws of the cosmos].

In a mere few million years, his cultivation base had already stepped into the Sage Ascendant Realm.

"My path of cultivation seems to have reached its limit."

Purple Seal spoke slowly, once again sinking into a state of bewilderment.

He continuously contemplated his own Path [the fundamental principle or way of cultivation] and methods, yet discovered that his power appeared to have reached its zenith, making further advancement exceedingly difficult.

It seemed the power that mirrored him had reached its end.

"Has the true me... never set foot upon the Heavenly Emperor Realm?"

Doubt arose in Purple Seal's heart, and he once more fell into confusion.

A sudden intuition struck him: his existence within this Space-Time could not exceed eight million years. To remain longer would cause unpredictable and catastrophic consequences.

Therefore, before that time arrived, he absolutely had to find the other half of his Primordial Spirit [the spiritual core of a cultivator]. Only by merging the two and restoring his true self could he return to his own Space-Time.

Otherwise, this entire stretch of history would dissolve into nothingness. Under the force that sought to reset the River of Space-Time to zero, everything would be utterly erased.

Both this ancient history and the vast, real Space-Time would become a void, a forgotten footnote in the annals of existence.

"The Vast and Boundless Chaos [the primordial, formless state before creation], an endless expanse of Space-Time [the continuum of all dimensions and temporal flows]."

"All reality and illusion are but a single thought."

"Were it not for that opposing force clashing with it, the true ancient history of this Chaos [the primordial, formless state before creation] would have already ceased to exist."

Purple Seal murmured softly, yet he could not sense his other half, his Primordial Spirit [the spiritual core of a cultivator], at all.

He found it utterly perplexing. With his current level of cultivation, as long as his other Primordial Spirit [the spiritual core of a cultivator] still existed anywhere within the Chaos [the primordial, formless state before creation], it should have been impossible for him not to sense it.

"Unless... my other Primordial Spirit [the spiritual core of a cultivator] has been utterly and completely erased from existence."

"Or perhaps, it is not within this ancient history at all."

Purple Seal murmured once more, then lifted his gaze upward, towards the source of the endless Space-Time [the continuum of all dimensions and temporal flows].

"It is both The End [the ultimate conclusion, the final terminus] and the beginning."

"Perhaps only by ascending against the current of the River of Space-Time [the metaphorical flow of all temporal and spatial dimensions] can I find my other half, my Primordial Spirit [the spiritual core of a cultivator]."

His thoughts flickered, and after a moment of contemplation, he banished the Purple Seal Immortal Domain into the Heaven Abyss [a profound and unfathomable void].

Then, with his full power, he cast the Purple Seal Realm into a region of Endless Dimensional Space [a boundless expanse between worlds], and sought out a Mysterious Bright Starry Abyss [a luminous, star-filled cosmic chasm] to conceal the Purple Seal Realm within.

Before parting, he instructed the Divine Spirits [powerful spiritual beings born of heaven and earth] still gestating within, charging them with the solemn duty of safeguarding the security of the Purple Seal Realm.

Then he acted once more, employing his supreme power to erase all traces of his actions.

"BOOM!"

With this done, Purple Seal unleashed his full might. Harnessing the power of the 'Sundial' to pierce the vast River of Space-Time [the cosmic flow of time and space], he surged against its current, ascending the endless River of Space-Time.

"HUM—"

What Purple Seal did not know was that the very moment he departed, the two titanic forces locked in struggle beyond the boundless Space-Time [the fabric of reality itself] erupted violently.

A single drop of Demonic Blood [blood infused with corrupting demonic essence] then flew forth, landing just beyond the vast Purple Seal Realm. It tainted the Divine Spirits gestating in the depths of the Starry Abyss, causing them to fall and transform into a corrupted Demon God [a powerful, malevolent entity born of demonic corruption].

Following this, another strand of power descended, settling upon an Old Tomb Guardian.

"..."

Purple Seal was unaware of all this. At this moment, defying all odds, he surged upstream against the River of Space-Time [a metaphysical river representing the flow of time and space]. Finally, at the desolate end of the void, he sensed a familiar aura.

"That is my other half Primordial Spirit [the spiritual core of a cultivator, representing their soul and consciousness]."

"So that's it. So he had already been annihilated tens of thousands of Kalpa Tribulation [immense cosmic cycles, each spanning billions of years] ago."

A faint smile suddenly touched Purple Seal's lips, revealing an indescribable look of profound relief.

If he had not surged upstream against the River of Space-Time, then his other half Primordial Spirit would have been utterly extinguished within this Space-Time [the fabric of reality encompassing both spatial dimensions and the flow of time].

Only a single Chaos Cauldron [a legendary cauldron forged from primordial chaos] would have remained, waiting through tens of thousands of Kalpa Tribulation to find him.

But now...

"I have found you."

Purple Seal spoke softly, a smile gracing his features as he traversed upward through Space-Time to meet the gaze of his other half Primordial Spirit.

In that fleeting instant, Nameless [the enigmatic figure] offered a faint smile and spoke in a measured tone, "At last, I have waited for you."

"Hmm—"

In that same moment, their Primordial Spirit [the spiritual core of a cultivator] began to merge. Countless scattered fragments of their fundamental essence, which had drifted beyond the River of Space-Time [the metaphysical flow of time and space], now returned like moths to a flame, surging back into his body.

Eldrin Chen slowly opened his eyes, his gaze sweeping over his nine great disciples before turning towards the Blade of Oblivion [a weapon capable of erasing existence] cleaving towards him from the boundless Depths of Chaos [the primordial, formless void].

"So that's how it is."

As this realization settled within Eldrin Chen, he channeled the power of the Nine Great Immortal Sages [a council of nine supreme cultivators] to command the Chaos Cauldron [a primordial artifact of immense power] to intercept the Blade of Oblivion.

The impact was immediate. The Chaos Cauldron was sent reeling backward, yet Eldrin Chen used the recoil to his advantage, propelling himself away from that isolated islet within the Chaos [the primordial, formless state before creation] and into another, more authentic moment in time.

Lifting his head, he beheld a scene beyond the infinite currents of the River of Space-Time. A figure clad in snow-white robes was locked in a fierce struggle against an indescribable foe, unleashing power of an equally unfathomable nature.

"A great enemy from the Future [a being from a time yet to come]," Eldrin Chen murmured to himself, "seeks to trap me within a Space-Time [the fabric of reality encompassing time and dimension] that is not my own. Their aim is to erase this sliver of history into nothingness, to reduce all of Chaos and Space-Time to absolute zero."

Eldrin Chen spoke these words softly, then swiftly drew his scattered thoughts back into focus.

He turned his gaze back toward that long, solitary isle of Space-Time [the fundamental fabric of reality where time and space are interwoven], witnessing it slowly knit itself back together, seamlessly returning to the vast, flowing currents of the River of Space-Time [the cosmic stream that carries all events and possibilities].