Lord of the void realm

Far beneath Langrave City, deep under all the sects and libraries, there was a quiet stone chamber. Strange symbols glowed faintly along the walls. A man sat there, silent, dressed in robes filled with stars.

His eyes opened slowly.

"A void-born… in this city?"

The glowing marks flickered.

"It's too early. But if he's real, we can't let him settle."

The man stood and vanished in a blink—no trace left behind.

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Up above, Raizen stood in a quiet garden near the edge of an auction house. A waterfall poured into a glowing pond behind him. He could feel it.

People were watching.

Not just one or two—many. Some curious. Some nervous. Others already thinking about how to control or trap him.

His earlier fight had gotten attention.

He didn't care.

He closed his eyes and took a slow breath.

The void energy inside him was calm, flowing steady and endless. He already had more power than most of the city combined—but it wasn't enough. Not yet.

He remembered the three techniques he'd studied in the last day alone:

A burning flower that targeted the soul.

A fast sword style that struck a hundred times.

A barrier technique that could twist light and time.

He didn't want to use any of them directly.

He wanted to combine them into something new.

In his mind, everything clicked together like puzzle pieces. He didn't need fire. He didn't need speed. He didn't need illusions.

He needed something clean. Simple. Unstoppable.

Raizen raised one finger and pointed it at the waterfall.

A small section of the water vanished.

Not frozen. Not burned. Not destroyed.

Just... gone.

Erased like it was never there.

Then, a second later, the missing space returned. The water kept falling as if nothing had happened.

Raizen let out a quiet breath.

"It's ready."

He didn't give the technique a name. No need. What mattered was that it worked. Silent. Fast. No build-up. Just a finger-point and gone.

A soft footstep echoed behind him.

He didn't need to turn.

"I really thought I was being clever," said a man in dark robes. Middle-aged, calm voice, confident steps. No weapons. No sect badge. But he had strong pressure around him—the kind only high-level cultivators gave off.

"You're good at hiding," the man said. "No aura. No presence. You even kept your spirit energy completely sealed. But you made one mistake."

Raizen turned slightly. "Which is?"

"You showed power."

The man gave a thin smile. "Now, everyone's watching you. Every sect, every faction, even people outside this city."

"I'm not here to recruit you," he added. "You wouldn't join anyway. You're the kind of person who burns through sects, not trains under them."

Raizen didn't deny it.

"But I do want to offer you something. A deal."

Raizen raised an eyebrow. "Go on."

The man pointed toward the sky. "This world? It's just one level. There are realms above it. Stronger beings. Real monsters. And the moment you leave this city, they'll notice you."

He stepped closer.

"And if you're not ready, they won't fight you. They'll try to erase you."

Raizen stayed silent.

"I've seen this before," the man said quietly. "People like you—born with too much energy, too early. I'm offering you information. Warnings. Hints. In return... just one thing."

Raizen looked him in the eye. "What?"

"When they finally send a god to kill you…"

The man's voice dropped.

"Don't forget who warned you first."

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Somewhere far above,

beyond clouds and stars, on a dark floating throne—

A figure opened one eye.

"That damn void… it's back."