Chapter 38

Time used his domain to speed up the time of the realm.

Before our eyes the world sprung to life, the races that we brought back seemed to thrive within their own realms. Each and every realm progress with unique cultures and research, some realms ended up acquiring the ability to travel their realm while others learned how to travel between realms.

It wasn't hard to figure out how they split the races into six broad terms, humans, beastmen, angelic, demonic, undead, and then others. After this started to stick competitions started to form between the factions.

Demons and angels started to attack on-site, humans were labeled as the weakest individually but dangerous as a whole race, the rate at which they gave birth to more humans was shocking even when they have such short lives.

The factions within the other fought to see who would join the other five as supreme factions, it didn't take very long before the elven race to join them. There were just too many of them really, and that allowed them to specify in many different fields of research.

More and more realm wurms died giving birth to realms and now the surviving realm wurms have to roam the world for years hoping to collect enough energy to give birth to more realms.

The realm tree really grew, its size no longer able to be measured using mortal measurements. The roots spread all over the place avoiding the wholes in their world releasing the chaotic energy of unrecognizable energy.

Lori-el ended up quickly ascending the ranking system and reaching legendary, currently, the races within spanned solar systems and their path towards immortality was quickly approaching.

After an unknown amount of time, it finally transcended mortal limits rising from the roots to the branches on the realm tree. The door to immortality was now open to its races, but immortality wasn't something easy to achieve.

Out of all of its races, only a few people stepped into immortality...

The emperor of the Nylon faction, the daughter of Elizabeth and Lux, Pandora, the high shaman of the Goblin continent, the queen of blood, the leader of the vampires in the dark elf race, the ruler of death, the death sage, and surprisingly the oracle of the moon, one of the last living moon elves.

With the rise of the first ɖɨʋɨռɛ realm Yalin took her chance to escape, her soul rushed into her shrunken body and her eyes opened. A surge of energy burst from her body burning the surrounding realms.

The statues containing her will all changes, now the statues depicted Yalin standing on the peak of a mountain her mouth open, ready to release a roar of flames, her eyes seemed to absorb the surrounding light causing a dark mist to hide most of her statues.

Born from the remains of realms shattered by Yalin's wake, the first Abyssal demons rose from death and destruction. Their motives were unclear and it was plain as day that Yalin had no control over them, in fact, they were not born from her power but indirectly by the death and a young realm close to a gaping hole of their world.

What the Abyssal demons entailed for their world was yet to be determined.