Void Evolution System

To call Prismatic Sun Holy Land a natural wonder wouldn't be too far off describing its majesty.

The true sect, hidden within the folds of space with ancient magic that even Damien couldn't completely see through, was a location entirely isolated from the hands of man.

The Holy Land disciples didn't exist above the land as living beings usually did, they lived within it, became a part of it, and abided by its natural rulings to completely sustain its original face.

The biome itself was a floating mountain range that looked like an asteroid belt contained within the bubble of the world's atmosphere.

Each mountain was connected to the next with natural bridges or routes created within nature, containing a sort of strange complexity that only those who lived in it for years could comprehend.

They were enveloped in a natural mist, painting the air with an aura of freshness and mystique, something Damien quite enjoyed as he made his way through it.

To him, the beautifully complicated web represented by the sect's grounds was even more majestic, because its every strangeness was revealed before his eyes as streams of mana.

He couldn't help but wander for several hours, almost forgetting his original intention.

His talk with the Holy Master was exactly what he needed right now. Not only was she someone he felt the desire to befriend, she held information that could answer many of his questions and she held connections to those who could answer the rest.

'For now, nothing I learned can be considered too useful. I pretty much expected that the threat of the Nox wasn't a recent one. The only surprise is..'

Even millions of years ago when the sect's Founding Ancestor lived, they were still prominent and represented a level of danger that wasn't much less than the current universe's existential crisis.

'Saint Emperor, Inhuman Emperor, Karmic Emperor, Soul Emperor…'

Along with a list of Lords and who they served, Damien received information about the greatest of his enemies, those in the light and those hidden behind the veil of darkness.

'The Karmic Emperor and Inhuman Emperor are relatively newer, but the other two…'

The Soul Emperor's age was unknown, but the Saint Emperor was a man who held prominence in the ancient era, a man who had somehow survived until this day.

'What bothers me most is the universe's survival. For someone like him, if he actually wanted destruction it would've already happened.'

Damien was further convinced that the Saint Emperor's motive was something far more convoluted than that of the Nox Race. He was a man who had to be watched at all times regardless of what the Nox were doing.

Nevertheless, Damien was still too far away from his level. Once he stepped into his second revolution, he realized just how far away Divinity was.

'I'm supposed to be using this time to complete myself and build a basis for my Divinity, but what is that basis?'

Divinity wasn't just something that defined oneself, it also defined one's achievements. If it was about his mentality and the wholeness of his self-image, Damien would've cruised through the nine revolutions.

He had a relatively perfect grasp of himself internally, but what about externally? To this day, he didn't have enough information on the Void, nor did he understand his path.

He grew by fighting and improving through experience without much of an idea of what exactly he wanted to achieve. At this point, with Spacetime and Samsara, Damien couldn't say he knew where the end of that path was.

But he was aware that he wasn't nearing its end yet. There was more for him to experience, more for him to learn before he was ready to fight on the level where his vision sat.

And the natural next step really did excite him.

'That woman…it's a bit uncomfortable calling her by her name for some reason…'

Damien suddenly thought about the Holy Master for a moment with a wry smile.

He had never met someone who gave him such a feeling of wanting to know more about them.

That mystical atmosphere he tried to dissect was unique in this universe and perhaps even beyond it. Something like that was exactly what Damien loved the most.

'Now isn't the time for this. I already know the answer, but I should probably still ask, right?'

Damien grabbed his guest plaque and used it to locate the fake Holy Land where the other geniuses were, making his way over and calling his wives together.

The question he asked was simple.

"I'm going on an adventure. Want to come?"

And with the temptation of the Holy Land training regimen holding no weight at all, the answer came even simpler.

"Of course!"

"Mm."

"Did you even have to ask?"

Damien shrugged. "That's what I was thinking too, but it's a matter of ceremony, no?"

"Ceremony?" Ruyue repeated.

"Right, right, it's a matter of natural progression. These things are important, you know?"

"Since when did you care about ceremony?" Elena continued.

"Ha?! Haven't I always?"

"Our weddings?" Rose finished.

The three women shot cold glances at him, causing tsunamis of cold sweat to stream down his back.

Damien was flustered by their cooperation, and in all honesty, he'd forgotten that weddings were a thing before they mentioned it.

At times like this, it was best to put the classic strategy into play.

"Moving on!"

Deflection!

Before the three could respond, he began retelling his conversation with Iris, filling them in on the details of their coming adventure.

Well, at least the ones he knew.

He still didn't know what method Iris was going to use to find the place, so he could only give them backstory.

However, it was more than enough to distract them from the landmine Damien was doing his best to defuse!

The expressions of the trio changed several times as they listened to him speak, and all of their eyes were glimmering by the time he finished.

Damien inwardly sighed a breath of relief.

'Weddings, huh…'

He had never given it much thought before, but…

Perhaps it was about time?

They'd been prepared some time ago. It was one of his highest priorities since he first came to the Divine Realm, and he obtained the capability to carry it out just a few months before their fateful meeting.

Another wry smile surfaced on his face.

"Ah, this is going to be embarrassing."

"Hm?"

The three women turned their attention upon his sudden strange words, looking at him curiously.

"Well, I had wanted to find a time to do this properly, but now that it's been mentioned, I realize I probably won't find an opportunity to do this after today. After all, things are going to get hectic."

While the other two maintained their confusion, Rose's eyes immediately widened in shock as she understood his meaning.

The deep red thread that connected him to the three of them was shining so brightly it was almost blinding.

Rose's heart palpitated, barely able to remain within her chest.

And as if to meet her expectations…

Thump!

The trio's gazes lowered in surprise.

Damien looked up at them, bent down on a single knee, and brought three exquisitely crafted yet uniquely different rings out from the space before him.

With the same wry smile on his lips and an aura of pure sincerity emanating from every bone in his body, he uttered another question he already knew the answer to.

"Will you marry me?"