Lord of the void realm

The tomb was deeper than the others.

Raizen walked through layers of still air, silent stone, and unmoving time. The deeper he went, the less real the world around him felt. Sound faded. Light dimmed. Even his heartbeat became distant, like it no longer belonged to him.

At last, he reached the central chamber.

It was a circular hall of polished obsidian, empty except for one object:

A single black orb floating above a cracked pedestal.

The air around it bent—subtly, unnaturally. It didn't pulse. It didn't glow. It didn't breathe. But it watched.

Raizen stepped forward.

Words burned into the air above the orb.

"If you gaze into the Void long enough, it remembers you."

He reached out and touched it.

The moment his fingers brushed the surface, something snapped inside his mind—like a barrier breaking.

His vision blurred. Not with pain, but with clarity.

Suddenly, he saw things that shouldn't have been seen.

A ruined starfield beneath a red sky. A city built upside-down above a sea of still lightning. A masked being floating within an inverted pyramid, staring back at him with eyes full of forgotten time.

He staggered, then dropped to one knee.

"This... isn't a memory."

It was a beacon.

A signal.

And someone had just noticed it.

Far away—far above the Mortal Realm—seated deep within a floating shrine in the Saintlight Realm, an old man's eyes shot open.

His heart skipped a beat.

He rose from meditation and looked to the sky.

"A forgotten tomb has been touched," he whispered. "One that should never have opened again."

Behind him, dozens of elders turned with confusion.

"Is it... him?"

The old man didn't answer.

He just walked to the edge of the skybridge and stared into the void.

"Gather the others. If it's him… then the Gods' Pact is broken."

Back in the tomb, Raizen stood slowly, shadows trailing off his back like torn banners.

The orb had vanished.

But something had changed.

He could now feel the world listening.

The mountains. The sky. The stars.

And more than that—he could feel where the other tombs were.

Not just hidden ones.

Sealed ones.

Locked by old contracts and divine interference.

Ones no normal cultivator could open.

But now… they were calling to him.

He left the tomb before it collapsed, walking calmly through shifting space and vanishing clouds.

At the edge of a canyon, Raizen paused and sat beneath a crooked tree. He pulled out a blackened jade slip looted from the second inheritance site. Inside it was a list of tombs tied to lost void cultivators.

Thirty-seven.

Scattered across the continent.

Each guarded by curses, forgotten beasts, or sealed within cracked dimensional space.

He stared at the list for a moment, then smiled faintly.

"This is more than legacy."

"This is war disguised as memory."

"And if they're still hunting void users…"

He looked up at the stars, expression unreadable.

"Then I'll take every one of these tombs and give them something to be afraid of."

"Not a void inheritor."

"But the last one they'll ever chase."

High above, in a cold realm with shattered moons and silver flames drifting through the void, a massive beast stirred.

Its six eyes opened.

It saw a thread of void light spiraling through the worlds.

And it growled.

"Another one... after all this time."