Thirty-two years later.
In a corner of the boundless Void World, a pitch-black nebula slowly rotated.
This was the Tadu Legion's War Platform.
Compared with several decades earlier, the Tadu Nebula's territory had expanded by a tenth. Endless dark tide particles gathered and circulated here.
An unending stream of Evil Spirit Warriors was born in the trial grounds and deployed in batches to major planes and billions of Minor Worlds to conquer and plunder. The resources they collected then fed back into the Tadu Nebula, establishing an inexhaustible cycle of pillaging war.
The view pierced the churning black fog outside, crossed the crisscrossing void rifts and the figures of derived evil spirits patrolling everywhere, and reached the deathly silent space at the very heart of the Dark Tide Nebula.
Countless floating orbs surrounded by colorful halos hung within the space. Each represented a star or a Minor World.
At that moment, a withered black figure as large as a star sat cross-legged in the center of the void.
Thousands upon thousands of tendrils extended from his body, filling the entire space.
He was the Lord of Rot, stalled at the final threshold of becoming a Demon God.
For over a hundred years, the Lord of Rot had remained unable to take that last step.
The root of the shackles on his state of mind was the enduring bond born of his companionship with the Auxiliary Eye.
Slaying Eye had lived in symbiosis with him since he was a mere lowly Evil Spirit. They had walked through endless slaughter together, and Slaying Eye was his only attachment throughout those long years of war.
They had spent every day together, sharing their obsessions, until the two were all but inseparable.
But the dark tide supreme path offered only two routes.
Either he