The teleportation passage kept extending through the void.
In E Shang's eyes, the scenery stretched into blurred ribbons of light. Shattered stellar debris and violent void turbulence howled past outside, yet could not shake the barrier built from Dark Tide power in the slightest.
His burly body stood as steadily as a reef in the center of the passage.
Newly formed dark incantation markings shimmered across his skin. As the teleportation progressed, the bloodlust in his eyes rose.
Behind him, a black torrent of low-level Evil Spirits and Blood Slave Warriors followed closely.
Now, he was an Evil Spirit Warrior, officially on the ladder of advancement within the Dark Tide System.
The inherited information in his mind outlined two completely different paths ahead:
The first was the conqueror's path.
With the Tadu Legion's support, he could establish his own force and roam the endless void, searching for, marking, conquering, and devouring one world after another. By accumulating military merits, he could gradually rise through the Tadu Legion, from commander to marshal-eventually becoming a Lord, with promotion to Monarch as his ultimate goal.
This path was relatively safe. With sufficient ability, he could secure a place within the Tadu Legion and become a general under the Lord of Rot.
The second path was the path of the Abyssal Trial.
After proving his ability to conquer and destroying multiple worlds, he would receive a crueler opportunity: entry into the true Abyssal Trial Grounds.
That was no longer a "nursery" where young spirits devoured one another, but a life-and-death arena prepared for experienced, gifted Evil Spirit Warriors.
Evil Spirit Warriors from the Dark Tide's major branches, and even its main body, would gather there to engage in the bloodiest internal competition for a handful of advancement slots.
Every opponent there had crawled out