Evolution Begins With A Big Tree

Chapter 1291, The Descent of the Void

Translator:  Ashish

Translation Checker: Silvain

Forged by the very Will of the Void, such an Artifact, on all accounts, could be called a Divine Artifact of the Void.

“So, even the Void itself acknowledges my strength now… is that it?” A faint chuckle escaped Yu Zi Yu’s lips as a rare smile curled at their corners.

In his hand, the violet flying dagger, with intricate runes spiraling around it, twirled like a butterfly dancing between fingers, with an inexplicable elegance and grace.

However, if those with discerning eyes looked at it closely, they would flinch. Because, wherever this violet dagger passed, even the space time continuum was warped and torn, leaving behind a black rift that quivered like an open wound. Anyone witnessing this sight would feel their soul tremble.

This was Void Blade, a weapon that ignored all defense, cand could slip in and out of the Void with terrifying ease. It embodied every trait the Void was known for: elusiveness, unpredictability, lethality.

Even a fellow Hegemon, if caught unaware, would fall to a single strike from this blade.

And thus, it was Yu Zi Yu’s ultimate killing move.

But for now, the dagger was still incomplete. To truly awaken its edge, it required Yu Zi Yu to refine it, and then offer a blood sacrifice.

With that in mind, Yu Zi Yu spoke in a resonant and commanding tone, “Let’s go…’

“Huh? Boss… Go where exactly?” The sudden inquiry came from a figure shrouded in mist, its form barely discernible.

It was Formless.

Now that the Original Sins had been officially established, Yu Zi Yu had asked all his followers to regard each other as brothers. Naturally, he was the Eldest Brother—the ‘Boss.’

“To the stars,” Yu Zi Yu replied, his tone light, but the chill hidden in his gaze could freeze blood. “Let’s go play with a few… Forces.”

The Original Sins had just been established. If they didn’t make an example—who would fear them?

And the ‘chicken’ he had chosen to kill as a warning… were the very same Forces that had dared to delve deep into the Void not long ago.

“The Trolls, the Dwarves, and… the Buddhist Sect.”

His cold voice echoed eerily through the Void, sending chills down the spine of every listener.

…

At that very moment, in a remote corner of the Northern Sector, sorrow thickened the skies.

Wails echoed across a planet like ghosts weeping in agony.

Looking closer, one would see countless massive, vaguely Humanoid figures dancing in concentric circles across the plains. Their movements were slow, but heavy, each step steeped in grief and fury.

This was the Troll Clan, and their strange dance was no performance, but an ancient rite, passed down through generations.

As for why they were doing this, it was because their Troll King, after venturing deep into the Void, had his life signature dimmed.

And that could only mean one thing, the Troll King had fallen inside the Void.

Upon receiving this news, sorrow gripped the entire clan. Elders came together, invoking their oldest rituals, hoping to pay their honors to their departed king.

*Gururururuuu…*

*Gururururuuu…*

Dozens upon dozens of Trolls danced with spears in hand, bone-necklaces clattering around their thick necks. From afar, the sight was both grotesque and majestic.

The Troll Clan was not considered strong. Not in the hierarchy of the Myriad Races, yet they were considered fearsome, but not because of cultivation. It was due to their nature.

Their bodies were huge and powerful by birth. Their blood carried a terrifying Racial Talent, Berserk. Furthermore, they excelled in throwing weapons, hurling javelins and boulders like thunderbolts.

However, these still didn’t make them truly dangerous.

What made them infamous across the stars was their mastery of Voodoo. They could create nightmarish Voodoo Poison, so potent that even Tier-5s, or Tier-6s couldn’t withstand it.

It was through Voodoo Poison that the Troll Clan had once risen rivaling even the proud Elves in their golden age.

But alas, Voodoo Poison was something external, akin to a tool. No matter how gifted a Troll was, even if a Heaven-defying prodigy managed to fuse it with their cultivation path, the truth remained unchanged: It was not intrinsic. It could be used to attack and defend, but could not evolve one’s essence.

It was a tool not a foundation.

And as with all external forces, it could be countered.

In fact, the Elven archives still preserved ancient knowledge. Among the records, there was a record titled, the Voodoo Antidote.

…

Meanwhile, none of the Troll Clan warriors noticed it but high above the clouds, far beyond what the naked eye could perceive, seven figures stood silently, suspended in the Heavens.

“The Troll Clan is divided into five major tribes: Forest Trolls, Jungle Trolls, Frost Trolls, Desert Trolls…” In a casual tone, Yu Zi Yu offered a brief explanation of what he knew.

*Hehehe…* Amid the silvery sound of laughter, the Fallen Angel, Avril, teased with a mocking lilt, “Isn’t this just hilarious? The rest of the races are already waging wars across the stars, and yet these Trolls are still stuck in their tribal age…”

“…”

A brief silence followed. Yu Zi Yu didn’t reply, but his gaze turned contemplative.

[Indeed, she isn’t wrong. Except for a handful of powerful individuals capable of venturing into the stars, the Troll Clan still spends their days hunting on their home planet. Their society has barely stepped out of the primitive era. But in a way, that isn’t necessarily a bad thing. A race like this holds immense untapped value. Especially on this particular planet. The Spiritual Energy is so rich here. No doubt, rare herbs and precious resources must be scattered across its surface.]

With that thought, Yu Zi Yu finally issued his command, “Proceed as planned. Each of you will target one of the major tribes, and leave behind the mark of the Void. As for the last person… find me the planet’s Heaven and Earth Treasures, and its legacies.”

“Yes, Boss!”

In unison, the six Humanoid figures sprang into action.

*Booooom…* With a thunderous step, quaking the clear skies, they six Original Sins shot in various directions.

The moment they left Yu Zi Yu’s side, the monstrous aura of the Void they carried could no longer be suppressed.

*Boooooom…Boooooom…* From all directions, heavy storm clouds surged across the horizon, blanketing the world beneath a crushing pressure that bore down like the wrath of Gods.

And then came something even more dreadful, a deep, creeping violet began to spread across the sky.

That was the omen of Void’s Descent.

“What… what’s that?”

“I smell… something ominous…”

One voice after another echoed through the Troll Clans. The Elders’ faces turned pale with dread.

And then, one of the more learned Elders seemed to grasp the truth. His face was drained of all color.

“This… this is…”  He stammered, voice trembling. “This is… the Void…”

His horrified words had just left his lips when he looked up only to see that, at some unknown point, the entire sky had turned violet.

That deep and suffocating purple aura was tearing through space, devouring everything it touched.

Indeed, it was devouring everything.

The power of the Void wasn’t just an attack, it possessed a fearsome pull to drag entire realms toward the unfathomable depths of the Void.

Thus, the homeworld of the Trolls seemed to be pulled deeper into the Void.

And this… this was the true terror of the Void.