Void Evolution System

The Void Corridor experience, none could truly pinpoint how to describe it.

Of the first batch of entrants, the only ones seen alive thus far were Damien and Rilia, however, there were more survivors than just them.

2 years passed before they met outsiders again. Unlike Damien who was constantly hunting inheritances and Rilia who was trapped in an inheritance site for that time, the others were forced to acclimate to the Wild Continent's ecosystem and ingrain themselves into it.

This was the method Ezio chose to keep his people safe.

He and the Roaring Dragon Cavalry took it upon themselves to unite all the survivors they could find and establish a base camp to the far, far south of the continent, far away from any of the action that had taken place thus far.

Of course, they were still attacked by plenty of Nox beings, but with their position, the beings who found them were never strong enough to become a threat.

Currently, the survivor group had just undergone a mass migration. They left their camp behind for the first time in 2 years and made their way to a specified point.

When they arrived, they were met with a large, swirling black portal.

'It's finally time to go, aye?' Ezio thought to himself.

After these few years, he'd become used to the Wild Continent, and it'd be a lie to say he wouldn't miss it.

Several people had sacrificed their lives here, allowing the majority to survive.

Even a new member of their Roaring Dragon Cavalry ended up missing, never heard from again after leaving them on the battlefield.

'I can only hope that boy is okay…'

He sighed to himself and took his first step, prepared to leave the Wild Continent once and for all, but at that moment, a change occurred.

A terrifying pressure descended, not aimed at those on the ground, but merely passing by them.

A large structure flew through the air. It was a golden chariot that emanated the same energy as a starship despite its regular size, a chariot that barely came into view before it disappeared into the Void Corridor along with the massive aura that accompanied it.

Ezio and the others only got a brief glimpse of the personages who could occupy such a vehicle before they were gone.

However, was there something wrong with his eyes?

Ezio could have sworn that he saw a familiar face among them.

'Haha, what a joke.'

How could such a thing happen?

He truly must've been getting old.

***

The fresh air of the Blood-Drenched Wilderness, though it carried a heavy scent of blood and an inexplicable feeling of death, was like holy water to those who exited the Wild Continent.

Although their time within wasn't anything special, not even lasting more than 2 months, they'd experienced so much that they wished they could immediately retire for the rest of their lives.

However, even compared to the joys and emotions of those who survived the Void Corridor, the emotions of those waiting for them on the outside were far greater.

In the records of the past, not even a few thousand people would survive until the end of the Void Corridor openings. When hundreds of thousands or even a million Heaven's Army troops piled out of the entrance, how could their hearts remain stable?

When they heard about what happened inside and saw that not a single Nox made its way out of the Corridor, their joy turned into utter ecstasy.

What a victory!

In that final battle and the days that proceeded it, Heaven's Army was able to eradicate the Nox forces of several territories spanning almost half of Eien's distance!

The fall of Asuran Gate, the appearance of the heavenly vine and mysterious expert, the Cloud Giants, everything about the Void Corridor became a mythical story that was documented for the history books to be included as one of the very few Void Corridor openings to ever take place.

The effects of the Void Corridor were slow to spread through Eien due to its sheer size, but it was certain that Heaven's Army, at least in Eien, would gain a definitive advantage over the Nox, all thanks to the machinations of just a few people.

Though, the name "Damien Void" didn't resound through the heavens and strike fear in people's hearts. Rather, the name "Damien Void" wasn't mentioned at all.

The only people who knew of his existence apart from Xinyue were two, and he was certain that neither of them had the guts to oppose him for no reason at all.

The fact that he was both the main contributor to Heaven's Army's victory and the person who put in the least effort would remain known only to him.

Currently, Damien was already several million miles away from Eien. He, along with the Ancient God Clan, was on their way to the Ancient God Clan's Hidden World for the sake of continuing their previous discussion.

However, even as they moved, Damien's sharp gaze remained in the sky.

He read the time flow.

It had been roughly a month since he fell into the Wild Continent.

Therefore…

A grin spread on his face.

'Things will get interesting soon.'

***

Far away from Eien, in the Divine Realm, there was a certain world isolated from the rest. The chaotic space that surrounded it allowed it to maintain a natural defense that even blocked Demigods, and the reputation that this world itself had helped it block any threats that the barrier couldn't.

This place was none other than Death Emperor Star, an inheritance ground, a death zone, and the home of the universe's most prestigious academy.

At this moment, a swirling iridescent blue light was blanketing the institute. With every second that passed, a new figure would materialize on the ground and become physical.

Finally, the Celestial Realm opening, the progress examination, was over.

3 months had passed both swiftly and extremely arduously, but now that they were over, it was a lie to say these geniuses weren't left with a sense of loss.

Nevertheless, as more and more people exited the realm, word began to spread and rumors began to circulate. Rumors of the Celestial Realm's mystical environment or treasures were prevalent, but even more than them…

The Heavenly King.

This title began to spread like wildfire.

And unbeknownst to these geniuses, many fates attached to this title started to interweave in that moment.

It began with the escape of a single strand of mana from the Celestial Realm.

A memory that had been trapped for several months finally made its way to its destination, traveling across millions upon millions of kilometers in a few instances and reaching a collection of worlds located in their own section of the Divine Realm.

The strand of mana flew through the several mystical structures of these worlds until it arrived at a specific reddish-black castle near the summit of the largest world.

Kacha!

Without interference, it entered between the eyebrows of the man who populated that castle.

BOOM!

Killing intent immediately flared, tearing down the castle walls. The man's aura roared and raged into the heavens, growing so titanous that it almost eclipsed the entirety of the world he resided on.

His eyes burned with fury as he watched the scenes that the mana strand offered him.

"Hey, hey…my name…camera shy…seeing each other…ta ta…!"

The words of the man who turned his son into an abomination were choppy as if the signal had been interfered with before he finished talking, but with the man's comprehension ability, understanding a portion of what was said wasn't a problem.

It was humiliation, open provocation.

And what was worse? His son wasn't even left with a body. He could clearly feel that his son's existence was erased from the universe entirely, an act that would even prevent him from reincarnating through the Wheel of Samsara like all others.

"DAMIEN…!" The man roared.

His voice boomed through the world, sending cracks through its foundation, however, he clearly didn't have any plans to calm down.

His aura flared further as he roared with all his might.

"MARK MY WORDS! I, ARTHUR BLOODLOCK, WILL AVENGE MY SON!"

BOOOOOOM!

The world collapsed under the weight of his aura, and the universe took note of his determination.

At this very moment, Damien earned the unquenchable hatred of a Supreme…

Yet again.