From Soul World where Damien was originally situated, the Beast Domain was a considerable distance.
It was adjacent to Eden, however, actually reaching the Beast Domain took far more effort than just traveling through Eden.
After all, the border was filled with ferocious wild energy, a cosmic phenomenon that acted as a natural defense line on the border of the Beast Domain.
This defense line was the main reason the Nox hadn't immediately taken care of the Beast Domain's forces and instead chose to focus their efforts on Soul World after the destruction of Eden.
While it wouldn't have been too much of a problem for Damien to brute force his way through this defense with the Breath of Nothingness, he was currently prioritizing efficiency.
For others, making their way halfway around the universe to enter the Beast Domain was far too taxing, however, to Damien, it was light work.
With the help of cross-sector teleportation arrays and his own spatial abilities, the journey that should've originally taken several months was completed in a matter of days.
Currently, Damien stood in line at a cross-sector teleportation array at the edge of the Divine Realm, the final one he needed to take before he reached his destination.
'Lines are the worst.' He thought with a sigh.
Even with the exorbitant price that long-distance travel begot, the number of people willing to use these formations, especially in the current circumstance, was high. It wasn't uncommon for a family to use every penny of their accumulated wealth for the sake of a new life in the Divine Realm, even if that life was brutal.
After all, war was encompassing every border domain recently. As Damien traveled, he realized that the other territories of Eien were facing extreme pressure, far beyond what he was capable of aiding them with.
If anything, his work in the Void Corridor had bought a few months of respite, but with the Grand Assembly fast approaching, it wasn't certain that the Nox would continue following their current slow-conquering strategy.
Nevertheless, for the common people, it looked like the outer domains were dying. Nobody wanted to remain in these sectors after hearing about what happened to Eden and the Elven Domain.
This caused the beginning of a mass migration that'd been rising to prominence in the past few years.
With the current trajectory, it seemed like the outer sectors would all be abandoned within a decade, even if the war ended before then.
'Whatever, it's not my problem. For now, the Divine Realm is indeed the safest option for these people, so it isn't my place to tell them otherwise.'
Besides, Damien was too irked with other matters at the moment to care about other people.
'Status'
[Status]
[Damien Void]
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Male - Age 30
Level 399 - [Voidbringer] - [Celestial]
Experience value: 1,500/1,000,000
Title(s): [•••••••, Bearer of the Void Physique, Evolver]
Affinities: Spacetime, Samsara, ????
Physique: Void Physique
Magic Power: 500000
STR: 10000
AGI: 10000
DEF: 10000
INT: 10000
DEX: 10000
Skills: [Dimensional Magic Level 9], [Transcendent Regeneration Level Max], [Void Art Level 6], [Devour Level 8], [Dragon Transformation], [Demon Transformation], [Awareness], [Celestial Authority], [Reality Shift Level 1], [Sea God's Descendent], [Void], [Spacetime Intent], [Samsara Intent]
Trait(s): [All-Seeing Eyes Level 8], [Dragon's Breath], [Ananta Matrix], [Storm], [Void Essence], [Void Flames], [Heal]
It was annoying.
He had already jumped over 150 levels in the years he spent in the Celestial Realm, Eien, and the Wild Continent, but other than that number jumping, nothing special happened to the rest.
His mana capacity value was by far the most useless. The 500,000 units displayed were the limit of what he could house in his body, but with the Ananta Matrix and Void Physique, the concept of mana capacity simply never existed for Damien.
Aside from that, stats comprehensively increased to 10,000, a marking that he was on the cusp of his first revolution, but raising it by even one more point was more difficult than ascending the heavens.
At least, for normal people.
Damien's physical stats had always been a mess. The system stopped being able to calculate his true power level back in the First Dungeon before he'd even reached 2nd class and had been playing a game of catch-up ever since, an unsuccessful one at that.
At this point, the system was merely showing him values for the sake of showing him values. In reality, he was well aware that his strength already surpassed a normal 1st or 2nd revolution master.
Damien was far too used to his bugged status for its values alone to bother him, but this time it was different.
'Now that I'm at this level, I can feel it. The existence of "legends," that is.'
League and Legend, two words that the system loved to use when Damien was still an ant. The first one was merely one's state of existence. As one grew in power, the league of their soul and body would improve until they eventually shed the mortal coil and ascended to Divinity.
However, Legends were far more incomprehensible. Even for Damien, who had devoured the memories of several masters, the existence of this esoteric remained vague.
Until now.
It wasn't that he gained something, rather, the continued elevation of his league allowed him to perceive things that simply couldn't be perceived by the senses of someone who hadn't reached this point yet.
There was no doubt Damien could've digested the information properly long ago, but in the end, he wasn't quite free from the universe's influence yet.
"One's Legend…is the foundation of Divinity." He muttered to himself.
In some inexplicable way, Legends were the foundation of everything the system showed him.
Damien could only vaguely sense it at the moment, but if he had to put the feeling into words, he could only put it one way:
Legends define one's existence.
If League merely describes the level of one's existence, Legends are the building blocks of that level.
Other than this, Damien truly couldn't comprehend more.
'It's not a matter of my own skill, but a matter of universal law. I need to further my comprehension of the Void so I can be free of such restrictions in the future.'
It irked Damien that he couldn't properly view his progress through the system or utilize its only function properly, but he also knew that this was likely a benefit for him, as it forced him to define himself without aid, something that led to far greater returns even though the process was grueling.
What Damien didn't know, however, was that even this thought process of his was boosting him subconsciously.
He finally arrived at the cross-sector teleportation array and paid his fare. His body soon disappeared along with all those heading to the Beast Domain as well, none the wiser to the strange changes taking place within him.
That strange space where his elements were personified, no, Damien's soul was experiencing growth.
His "League" was morphing into something different.
After all, he was slowly reaching that tipping point.
To fully understand the concept of legends…
This was the requirement for one to truly begin the nine revolutions of extreme peak 4th class.
