Void Evolution System Chapter 1895 Aftermath [3]

The realization hit him when Thalia walked straight through his body as if he were a ghost. Her companions followed, and as he spun around to look at them, he saw they had already begun to transform.

Reality itself was warping and twisting. The Sacred Abyss, having only just been restored, was already facing destruction once more.

But why?

Damien had gone to great lengths to alter his own existence so he wouldn't damage this cosmos. Why was this happening?

The truth was a bitter pill to swallow.

Regardless of his intentions, he was now an Absolute. No matter how hard he tried to prevent collateral damage, the choice was no longer his to make. The Sacred Abyss was hardwired to fear and worship him; it instinctively bowed in reverence and treated his presence with the submission due to an Absolute.

Every fleeting thought he had would manifest as a physical reality. The cosmos was rewriting itself because, at its very core, it believed that total submission to his will was its only path to survival.

To halt these chaotic fluctuations and the distortion of reality, Damien would have to become a mindless husk. Only by entering a state devoid of all emotion and thought could reality find its stability again.

What would be the point of such an existence?

How could he possibly interact with his loved ones or lead a normal life in such a state? He refused to become a mindless entity every time he tried to connect with the worlds within the Void.

He was not the Worldwalker, and he would not follow in those footsteps.

'Even so, that changes nothing.'

The fact remained that Damien could no longer stay within the Sacred Abyss. Every extra second he spent inside this cosmos brought it closer to self-destruction in its desperate attempt to please him.

With a heavy sigh, Damien stepped out of reality. He lingered on the edge of the cosmos for a brief moment before retreating into the Void.

From his new vantage point, he could have returned to the ten-dimensional painting of reality he had encountered previously, but that wasn't his goal now.

Instead, he brushed that painting aside to see things as they truly were. Beneath him lay the Sacred Abyss, the True Void, and the Sanctuary. When he looked toward the horizon, he could see countless other cosmos stretching into the distance.

However, they were all strictly isolated.

Inhabitants of different cosmos were never intended to interact. The Dark God had been an anomaly, turning his entire cosmos into a weapon of war. Most cosmos in the Void were separated by vast distances, divided by seas of Existence and Nonexistence that refused to blend together.

While those two concepts were omnipresent, their nature changed depending on the cosmos they were tethered to.

They operated under different rules, possessed unique origins, and held different meanings. This was why every cosmos had its own terminology for them.

Despite the infinite view, Damien kept his focus on three specific points: the Sacred Abyss, the True Void, and the Sanctuary.

'I can never go back to any of them.'

If he wanted these places to remain safe and free to develop on their own, he could never set foot inside them again.

He was relegated to peering into their layers from the outside, watching events unfold from the Void. He would have to watch his wives and his family wonder where he had gone, all from the perspective of a distant observer.

A wave of existential dread washed over him. He wondered if he was destined to walk the same solitary road as the Worldwalker. 'No, this isn't how it ends.'

He refused to surrender to such a fate. That wasn't his nature.

Loneliness within the Void? He had weighed that possibility the moment he chose the long path of power, and he had been making preparations for a long time.

Every person he had encountered, everyone he knew and loved—they were his anchors. They would always be part of his life, and that was an unchangeable truth.

What kind of Absolute would he be if he were restricted by the laws of the Void? He could accept leaving those three cosmos behind, but he would never sever his connections.

'To think I actually planned on binding the Sanctuary at this moment.'

That plan was discarded. Instead, he made a grand gesture and expanded it.

If he was going to let it go, he would at least provide it with the tools necessary to thrive independently. The Sanctuary was his first creation, his first step toward the Void, and it held immense sentimental value.

The True Void Universe deserved the same, didn't it?

The Sanctuary had originally served as the lower universe for the True Void. Leaving his home cosmos as nothing more than a Heavenly World felt wrong to him.

Damien merged the Heavenly World and the Sanctuary into a single entity. They would no longer exist as a hierarchy of lower and higher universes, but as one unified, ever-growing True Void Universe.

He didn't interfere with the specifics, providing only the fundamental laws required for the two to fuse perfectly. However, he did make one significant addition: he created a new planet.

It was a world formed entirely of stone, its surface carved with the names of every soul lost during the great war.

This wasn't a place for the living. It was a monument to those who had fought to secure the peace that future generations would inherit.

As for the Sacred Abyss...

It was destined to be its own cosmos, but it wasn't yet ready to stand alone. Damien tethered it to the side of the True Void. While the Sacred Abyss continued its growth, the True Void would serve as its stable anchor.

These two regions would now be able to thrive without any further interference.

"Huu..."

Damien was reshaping these cosmos as if they were toys. The ease with which he manipulated reality and bent fundamental laws to suit his needs proved just how easily he could erase them all.

He had the power to make everything disappear.

Should he wish it, he could empty the Void and wipe out all life in an instant.

Could anyone truly grasp that scale of power? He was so overwhelmingly powerful that nothing held meaning in his presence.

He began to see why the Void had put him through such trials before permitting him to become an Absolute.

But that was a secondary concern.

With the True Void and Sacred Abyss secured, he could focus on his personal objectives.

His past, present, and future could all be decided here.

He chose to begin not with what is or what will be, but with what was.

Suddenly, the various cosmos of the Void faded from view. His surroundings transformed into a painting of so many dimensions that the mind could barely comprehend them.

Everything from the second of his birth to his current standing in the Void was laid out before him. This was the canvas of his entire existence. And at this level of power, he certainly had the right to make a few edits, didn't he?