Beyond the Apocalypse-Chapter 1013: Evolution

The invasion of the Chaovoratities Plane had been a massive success. There had been casualties among those at the Legendary Rank, but they were very few, and while each fallen warrior was mourned by their comrades, everybody present had long accepted that such sacrifices were inevitable.

Among the Lords themselves, not a single life had been lost. Of course, many of them had received extremely serious wounds and had spent enormous amounts of their life force to survive the harshest battles, but such things could recover with time, proper cultivation, and adequate resources — and resources were now on the rise.

After the Sacred Kings were dead and the Demon Lords were expelled, the powerhouses of the Alliance began harvesting the resources of the Chaovoratities Plane, leaving nothing behind.

They moved like ravenous beasts, taking everything they could get their hands on. None of them worried about the impact their actions would have on the world, for it would not remain standing much longer anyway. The Chaovoratities Plane was indeed a great world, and even after all the damage it had sustained, it was still capable of holding billions of inhabitants and stable enough to allow Legends to rise. However, its Laws and principles were completely unsuitable for the growth of any of the races of the Alliance.

Since none of them could use the plane for anything beneficial, and since leaving it alone would only allow forces from the Dark — or, worse yet, the Vorometallicae that roamed the universe — to claim it once more, it was better to deal with the plane once and for all. That was exactly what the Lords were doing now.

At the deepest point of the Chaovoratities Plane, the leaders of the Alliance gathered, standing before a massive pillar. The pillar carried extremely powerful and majestic engravings, and at a glance, one could sense that it had been buried so deep that it reached the very core of the world — and in a certain way, it truly did.

This pillar was similar to the one that the Graecia Empire had used to carve out the Origin Power from the Zanis Homeworld, yet its effect was not entirely the same. While those older pillars extracted Origin Power and stored it, this one released it freely, letting it flood the surrounding space.

The reason was simple. Instead of arguing endlessly over how to divide the Origin Power or who deserved the largest share, the powerhouses decided that the best approach was to extract it completely and allow it to flood the area. Each Lord would then take as much as they could absorb. There were a dozen Lords present, many of them in the high tiers, so although the amount of Origin Power emerging was massive, it was being devoured just as quickly.

The first thing the Lords did with the Origin Power was repair their physical wounds and restore their depleted life force. Only once those two aspects were back at their peak could they focus on their cultivation and strengthen their bodies and energy pools properly.

However, among the group, there were a few who did not need to do any healing at all — and it was not because they were the strongest. In fact, their cultivation bases were the lowest of the gathered Lords, yet they all possessed immortal bodies.

Naturally, they were the True Depravity— Vlad, Jormungandr, Freya, Ouroboros, and Fafnir. Thanks to their Depravita Constitution, their wounds had long healed before they even arrived at this place, allowing them to use every single drop of Origin Power at their disposal to enhance their cultivation. They did not focus on their bodies or even their energy pools; they had countless methods to improve such parameters. Instead, they used all the extracted Origin Power to strengthen their Depravita Suns.

The Chaovoratities Plane was already a place with deep and corrupted psychic forces, which their Depravita Suns constantly channeled, and now, with the Origin Power from the heart of the world pouring into them, each was advancing at a shocking speed.

Vlad showed a wide, radiant smile as he felt his Depravita Sun swell with new intensity. The goal of this invasion had always been to erase the threat of the Vorometallicae Race once and for all — to destroy a partner of Valhalla and one of the most dangerous tools of the Alien Races.

They had succeeded, and now they were growing stronger. Vlad knew there were many problems looming for the future, but this moment proved to him that those challenges could be handled if he poured in the effort and dared to attempt the impossible.

With a calm mind and a sense of success surging through his heart, Vlad felt himself growing faster and faster.

Two months after the extraction of the Origin Power began, the amount flowing out had already started to slow down. The air across the plane was withering, the ground decaying, and even the sky itself seemed to be dying — clear signs that the lifeblood of the Chaovoratities Plane was reaching its final stages.

The Lords glanced at one another, fully aware that not much Origin Power remained. It was only a matter of days before the flow ended completely — perhaps weeks if they were lucky.

Vlad also sensed this, yet it did not matter to him. In fact, nothing mattered to the True Depravita of Wrath at this moment except the state of the Red Sun of Wrath within his Soul Dimension.

It had grown so massive that it filled the entire sky of the dimension, flooding everything with waves of unrestrained power. The Depravita Sun was generating its own heartbeat-like pulses, and anyone sensitive to psychic forces could feel the instability hidden within it. It was clear to Vlad that his Depravita Sun had reached its limit.

Taking a deep breath, Vlad teleported out of the underground chamber and appeared high in the sky above the Chaovoratities Plane. Immediately, all eyes turned toward the True Depravita as they felt his aura rise into the dying heavens. Lightning born from collapsing cosmic energy blasted in all directions, yet every bolt curved around his body, making him appear like a true god standing at the edge of creation and destruction.

However, what truly mattered to the gathered Lords was the aura rising from Vlad — an aura that signaled an evolutionary transformation. Jormungandr, Freya, Ouroboros, and Fafnir knew exactly what was happening, and wide smiles spread across their faces as they witnessed Vlad raising his Depravita Path into the Lord Tier.

The energy of the Red Depravita Sun surged stronger and stronger, its aura growing so immense that soon it manifested across the entire sky, taking the form of a radiant and majestic crimson sun that illuminated the dying world. The Depravita Sun shook violently, expanding and compressing, expanding and compressing again, as if wrestling with itself for stability. The cycle continued — expansion, compression, expansion, compression — until it finally detonated.

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMM!"

It was an explosion of overwhelming proportion, destroying the physical body of the True Depravita of Wrath. Flames of psychic power consumed his flesh and blood, and a storm of crimson fire flooded the sky for countless kilometers. It was a terrifying sight even for the powerhouses present, for such destruction would easily mean death for any of them under normal circumstances.

But things were different for a Depravita. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

As the waves of psychic flames spread across the heavens, covering nearly ten percent of the massive Chaovoratities Plane, the fire began to thrive.

The psychic flames thrashed wildly, rising and falling as if they possessed a heartbeat of their own. With every pulse, more and more energy was channeled into them—raw, unfiltered power drawn from the very depths of the Chaovoratities Plane. Yet it was not only energy that poured into the inferno. The plane itself, wounded and unstable, began to feed fragments of its own Laws into the growing blaze.

Under normal circumstances, such a phenomenon would trigger an immediate defensive response from any world. A plane’s Laws were sacred, instinctively protected, and would never willingly merge with an external force. But the Chaovoratities Plane was torn open by countless battles, scarred to the core, its foundations fractured. In its crippled state, it could not resist the pull of the flames. Instead, vast torrents of cosmic essence were dragged into the psychic fire, adding to its momentum.

Second by second, the flames grew larger and brighter. What had once been a red, flickering blaze transformed into a roaring pillar of raging light, its intensity so great it twisted the surrounding space. The psychic storm expanded without pause—more powerful, more oppressive—until finally, it reached its limit.

Then, abruptly, the flames froze.

The air trembled as a vortex formed at the epicenter of the explosion—a swirling abyss that devoured light, sound, and space with terrifying ease. From within that vortex, the raging ocean of psychic fire began to compress. Bit by bit, the inferno folded inward, forging itself into shape. Cosmic Laws intertwined with psychic essence, weaving together threads of eternal emotion, boundless thought, and raw universal force.

Slowly, inevitably, a new body took form.

A body sculpted not from flesh, but from Laws and cosmic principles—a vessel born of pure psychic might.