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The triple declaration of intent swept across the Violet Abyss as a raging, torrential, and swift storm of Spiritual Strength coalesced from three distinct wills. They embodied might to the truest, exhibiting the indomitable presence of the Mystic Dao. Violent trembling of planets, lunar satellites, solar stars, spherical abodes, void vessels, and an incalculable number of souls occurred shortly after.

Countless mortals instinctively looked toward the origins of these wills. Some stared at the ground as if feeling the fear of earth, others looked to the sky as if it was on the verge of tears about to collapse, and a few prayed to the heavens in the hopes of appeasing its anger. Sky Layers rippled and clouds were sundered. The event was unprecedented and terrifying to an extreme!

"THE WORLD'S ENDING!!!" Those unable to understand the language of Mysticism or imagine the strength of a Mystic Overlord cried out in terror, hiding or holding their loved ones.

"What's happening?! Who's attacking us?!?!" Those a little stronger, a tad bit further along the arduous path of cultivation, who understood the threat of powerful cultivators with horizons a little wider than others asked with fear in their hearts.

"The Abyssal Overlords?!" Meanwhile, those who've ascended beyond the Mortal Dao, grasping the Mystic Dao to some degree, not only understood the wills' intent and purpose but felt their unity for the first time in their long lifetimes, determined the origins and felt fear on levels that were far, far, vastly far beyond those of lesser cultivation.

They understood!

Sometimes, ignorance was enough to generate terror of the unknown in the mind, but knowledge was enough to instill unimaginable dread in one's soul!

"SAVE THOSE YOU CAN!" A World Emperor shouted at his subordinates upon a planet within the vast Violet Abyss Galactic Zone. He anxiously instructed them to move as earthquakes, tsunamis, hurricanes, and spontaneous explosions of air and mana unfolded throughout various planets while vessels of various types either stalled or suffered unimaginable damage.

Lives were lost by the second.

Meanwhile, he unleashed a Mystic Ward to envelop his planet as an incoming ripple of Spiritual Strength and Mystic Intent came his way. Within a split second, he reeled as his nostrils and ears bled, his Mystic Soul screeched in agony, and his refined body was cracked like glass. With bloodshot eyes, he pushed forth his strongest power, delaying just enough for the planetary defensive formation to activate by his subordinates' actions, blocking the storm of power.

Just the Mystic Intent and Spiritual Strength of Mystic Overlords, those at the Seventh Stage of the Mystic Ascendant Realm, the Ascendant Saint Phase, was enough to induce catastrophic events across a galaxy. They weren't considered Overlords for show! With each subsequent stage of cultivation came a raging rise in strength and unfathomable means, far exceeding the imagination.

Cultivation is difficult but equally rewarding!

Fortunately, the Violet Abyss was not without its defensive means and experts; out of preservation of interests or a sense of obligation, Ascended beings by the millions acted throughout the Violet Abyss.

"Enough!" A feminine voice that was both soothing, reliable and a little arousing as if at the tip of its tongue hung the sensation of pleasure swept across the Violet Abyss. As if it was a splash of cold water on a scorching hot day, the experts and living beings felt a sense of comfort hug their souls as the explosions and storms of incoming strength were annihilated.

"OVERLORD VIOLET SEA!!" They shouted to the skies in reverential praise. She was their pillar against beings of godlike strength and cultivation. She was their rival and she was the divinity in their hearts.

"I. Am. Here!" Violet Sea announced herself as Mystic Intent retaliated as violet and golden water formed tsunamis manifested, containing the aura of the Law of Water! They barreled forcefully toward the three Mystic Overlords, carrying all her dissatisfaction and displeasure, evading all the celestial bodies along the way as if they had eyes.

In fact, as they swept across the celestial bodies such as planets and lunar satellites, wisps of temporal power splashed onto the surface, undoing all the immense destruction and easily reverting those mortals shaken, blasted, crushed, or imploded by the impact of Spiritual Strength and Mystic Intent.

Temporal Reversion!

At her level, the ability to reverse time for mortals was as easy as taking the most comfortable breath, consuming barely a fraction of a fraction or a fraction of an iota of Mystic Power. She could even use the power latent within the celestial bodies' cores or the mystic-graded materials of the planet themselves to act as a substitute, her will that imposing upon objects within Mystic Dao was simply that domineering!

This was her territory!

Within mere moments, almost all the sudden death and destruction was undone!

At the outskirts of the Violet Abyss' borders, chaos mana quivered as violet and golden water leaked out of fixed space, pouring out and gathering mystifyingly until the slender shape of a female took form, slowly gaining the characteristics of an Abyssal, white-skinned and bright yellow-eyed, garbed in a low-tier Mystic-World grade battle robes that were primed for conflict and designed with valiant presence in mind. In her hands were two whips, one violet and one gold, that were folded into a circle and ready to be unleashed at any given moment.

Violet Sea's expression was colder than a planetary ice age and her Mystic Aura caused the three dimensional layers of space to screech in agony and tremble at her barely contained fury. Her gaze pierced through the veil of chaos mana and mystic aura, landing firmly upon three different entities.

"Mystic Lord Violet Sea, please calm down. Your stare is harming my soul a little," a voice jokingly said with a lackadaisical tone prevalent within each syllable, as casual and unrestrained as can be. Despite its vocal tone, despite the joking manner by which it was said, a sharp, pervasive mystic intent sliced toward Violet Sea.

Violet Sea's eyes glinted, one eye bright violet and the other shining gold, and she released a short snort that twisted time and space, unleashing tidal waves of Water Heart Intent. The sharp intent was bombarded and crushed out of existence. After dealing with that, her grip tightened around the handles on her whips. Her gaze honed onto a single cultivator as they were exposed.

A middle-aged, lanky Abyssal with glistening white skin and a pair of crimson irises and dark pupils that glimmered with luminous light. He was garbed in colors of white and sanguine, carrying a wide blade wrapped by thin fabric horizontally on his back. He had a faint smile on his face, as if ever-present since birth, as perpetual as the heavens themselves, yet those crimson eyes of his radiated a dangerous presence that exuded the heart-shaking urge of violence of the purest kind.

Crimson Blade, the Mystic Overlord of the Abyss of Blades!

"Don't provoke her, Mystic Lord Crimson Blade." A calmer voice echoed out. However, the voice was like pulsating sonic booms to the ears, all of which blasted toward Violet Sea viciously. The surrounding chaos mana trembled and Violet Sea's pupils shrunk slightly. She swiped her folded whip in the direction of the sonic waves and unleashed a torrential outpour of violet and golden water. They exploded in the Dark Void and the surrounding world within hundreds of thousands of miles shook!Follow current s on Novᴇ(l)Fɪre .ɴᴇt

"Hmph!" Fairy Silence swung her large flute and dispersed the incoming wave of mystic aura, not taking a single step back.

"Arrogant!" Crimson Blade used his palm as a blade and sliced into the aura, dividing it like parting a sea, completely prohibiting it from touching the edge of his robes.

"..." Gray Rose was blasted back three steps, her Mystic Ward shattering. Each step sent shivers throughout the Dark Void, distorted time, twisted space, and dispersed chaos mana in every direction. Her nose bled and she visibly looked injured as her expression went paler.

Crimson Blade sneered at the sight of this. "Your stolen cultivation is finally catching up with you? Should just kill yourself and let Grey Amulet rest in fucking peace, you thieving slut."

Gray Rose wiped the blood from her nose and ignored Crimson Blade's barbed words. "Please, still your fury Mystic Lord Violet Sea."

"Then state your purpose!" Violet Sea roared. "OR FIGHT!" She didn't back down in the slightest as she bared her fangs, two whips ready to lash out, and an entire region of a galaxy serving as her support. She was fearless!

Crimson Blade scoffed, always hating how Violet Sea was the type to choose the most nuclear option, feeling as if just that was enough to suppress the world. His eyes blazed with raw violence.

Fairy Silence clenched her large flute tight, and her eyes rippled with power.

Gray Rose heaved a heavy sigh in her heart.

The air grew extremely tense.

"Mystic Lord Violet Sea, why don't you introduce me to your galactic companions?" A voice that was rife with Majesty, imbued with sharpness, diffusing Utmost Purity Mist and Enlightened Scholar Mist, while simultaneously coming from every direction yet none of them.

The three Abyssal Overlords halted their movements as they tried to pinpoint the origins of the voice. When they were about to seek out Violet Sea for answers to this new arrival, their eyes widened as Wei Wuyin appeared, his eyes exerting the full brilliance of the Alchemic Stars of Transcendent Purity, while his body was enveloped in an Utmost Purity Mist aura that stimulated their Mystic Souls greater than they had ever experienced their lifetime.

"Greetings, Mystic Lords. I am Wei Wuyin, the Neo-Dawn Alchemic Saint." He gave a proper Abyssal greeting of respect.

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