The auction ended, but its aftermath did not.

It spread like an invisible storm across the Immortal Realm.

In towering immortal sects suspended above oceans of clouds, emergency assemblies were convened. Ancient bells that had not been rung for tens of thousands of years echoed through forbidden halls. In immortal families whose bloodlines ruled entire regions, sealed ancestors were awakened, their wills descending to observe the matter personally.

All conversations circled around the same subject.

The auction.

And the man who should not exist.

---

In the Heavenly Radiance Immortal Sect, an Immortal Emperor sat with eyes closed as countless jade slips hovered before him, each glowing with investigative formations.

"Nothing," he said slowly.

An elder frowned. "Nothing… as in incomplete?"

"No," the Immortal Emperor replied, opening his eyes. "Nothing as in empty."

The hall fell silent.

"No birth records. No karmic ties. No past traces. No destiny threads. It is as though the world itself refuses to acknowledge his existence."

Someone swallowed.

"That's impossible."

"Nothing is impossible," the Immortal Emperor replied quietly, "only forbidden."

---

Within the Ten-Thousand Dao Immortal Family, fate mirrors shattered one after another.

"He didn't mask himself."

"He didn't hide."

"He simply… isn't there."

A matriarch clenched her fingers. "Then how did such a being walk openly into the auction house?"

No one answered.

That question unsettled them more than anything else.

---

Even in the Abyssal Demon Courts, ancient demon lords argued in low voices.

"That blood… that pressureless blood…"

"It made my instincts scream."

"One drop, and the auction house bowed."

Silence followed.

Demons feared few things.

But what they feared most was hierarchy they could not perceive.

---

Eventually, eyes turned upward.

Higher.

Beyond Immortal Emperors.

To the one being who governed what others could not.

---

The Immortal Origin Emperor of Fate and Time sat upon her throne, woven from flowing epochs and severed destinies. Her presence alone stabilized causality within a million-mile radius.

Hundreds of Immortal Emperors knelt before her.

Not in reverence.

In necessity.

She listened as they explained.

The auction.

The blood.

Void.

She did not interrupt.

When they finished, she raised her hand.

Time unraveled.

The river of causality unfolded before her eyes, branching infinitely. Past, present, and future overlapped as she searched for a single existence.

She found the auction.

She found the moment of entry.

She reached out

And her fingers passed through nothing.

Her brows furrowed.

She went deeper.

She traced earlier timelines.

Later ones.

Alternate branches.

Still nothing.

Not erased.

Not hidden.

Simply… absent.

Her pupils constricted.

For the first time in countless ages, disbelief surfaced in her expression.

She withdrew her hand slowly.

The Immortal Emperors held their breath.

"I cannot see him," she said.

Shock rippled outward.

"Even when I force fate," she continued calmly, "it collapses."

A pause.

Then she spoke the words that would haunt them.

"He stands above fate and time."

Silence.

Fear followed.

Some Immortal Emperors bowed deeply and withdrew their wills immediately. They understood boundaries.

Others remained frozen.

Above fate and time.

That was no longer cultivation.

That was exclusion from existence itself.

But alas not

all gave up. Fear did not erase curiosity.

If Void could not be traced…

Then the one beside him could.

---

Information shifted.

Targets changed.

Liu Fan.

This time, records flooded in.

Too clean.

Too complete.

"He was born mortal."

"A declining family."

"A gifted genius."

"Poisoned."

That word halted many investigations.

"He was confirmed dead."

"Yet he revived."

"Shortly after, his cultivation rose unnaturally fast."

Eyes narrowed.

"He slaughtered his own family."

"For poisoning him."

"He annihilated his fiancée's clan."

"Destroyed hundreds of sects, from low-level to top-tier."

"Then vanished for a year."

"And now he's back."

Another report followed.

"He has offended the Lord of Shen Yuin City."

A stir ran through the Immortal Realm.

"Over a woman."

One of peerless beauty.

Limitless talent.

The Lord's future bride.

"Liu Fan tried to distance himself," the report concluded. "The Lord refused to believe him and seeks his death."

Silence spread.

Questions formed.

Was this still Liu Fan?

Or had something replaced him?

And if he walked beside Void…

Did that mean—

No one finished that thought.

Some answers were too dangerous.

---

Far from immortal eyes

A humble hut stood quietly beneath the sky.

Liu Fan exhaled as he entered, tension finally loosening from his shoulders. Void followed, unhurried, gaze drifting as though nothing of consequence had occurred.

Liu Fan turned.

"I know nothing is free," he said carefully. "Why did you help me?"

Void considered him briefly.

"You amuse me," he replied. "I was entertained. That's all."

Liu Fan froze.

That simple?

Still… he clenched his fist.

"Even so," he said firmly, "since you helped me, I will help you in the future. That's a promise."

Void looked at him.

"And how," he asked calmly, "do you plan to help me?"

"I'll become strong," Liu Fan replied without hesitation. "Strong enough to surpass the peak."

Void stared at him like a clown then spoke lightly.

"Why?"

"Because you're a transmigrator?"

"Because you have a system?"

"Or because there's a master living inside your ring?"

The world went silent.

Liu Fan's mind shattered.

His heartbeat thundered in his ears.

How did he know?

No

That wasn't the real question.

The real question was far worse.

Who… was Void?

Void turned away, gaze drifting back to the sky, expression unchanged.

Calm.

Almost bored.

Behind him, Liu Fan stood frozen, unease crawling into his bones.

A terrifying

gaze washed over void

Void's eyes shifted as he gazed in a distant direction.

Was it a familiar aura?

A familiar existence?

He couldn't tell.

Yet a faint tug brushed against his heart, subtle but undeniable.

The war between angels and demons had never truly ended. And now, by merely existing, he had been marked. The angels would not hesitate. They would exhaust every method, every law, every scheme just to erase him.

Only now was Void beginning to acknowledge it.

He had enemies.

Some of them… were strong enough to threaten him.

Shen Ye stood at the forefront, a Rank 4 god who had already pushed him to the brink. Then there were the auction house hostesses, Chu Su and Ariya. If they were merely Rank 3, then the beings backing them were undoubtedly Rank 4 or higher.

After all, even Void found the auction house itself mysterious.

At the very least, it was owned by a Rank 4 existence.

This was no longer a matter of simple confrontation.

Each enemy came with their own power, their own backing, their own abyss behind them.

Void's gaze turned cold.

"Ah… the Dreadborne Organization," he murmured softly.

"What are you lot doing right now?"

"Have you conquered that multiverse yet…"

"So I can feed on their souls" 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

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