I. One Hundred Years of Silence
For a hundred years, the Mortal Realm whispered Aezreal's name in fear.
The world had not seen his face since the day he devoured the Radiant Empire, yet his shadow remained, lodged in the hearts of mortals and cultivators alike.
In the ruins of the Empire's capital, where once golden palaces stood, only a crater remained. Inside that crater pulsed an abomination: a cocoon made of black crystal and molten scales, breathing like a living heart. Every exhalation released waves of chaos that warped reality. Every inhalation drew rivers of qi from the entire continent.
Beasts fled entire regions. Empires sacrificed thousands in rituals to shield their borders. Even the skies themselves dimmed — for the cocoon demanded all.
And it demanded it for a century.
II. Cocoon Awakening
At the end of the hundredth year, the silence broke.
The cocoon split with a sound like mountains shattering. From the cracks leaked rivers of black ichor and dragon fire that burned the air itself. Out came a claw the size of a cathedral, every talon tipped with abyssal lightning.
A roar thundered across the realm. It wasn't just heard — it was felt, vibrating in the marrow of every living being. Peasants clutched their ears as blood poured from them. Cultivators spat out teeth and bone fragments. Cities crumbled just from the echo.
Then came the eyes.
Two suns of annihilation. One draconic, gold slit-pupil radiating supremacy. One abyssal, a black hole dragging souls into madness. Together they were an omen: the rebirth of something the Mortal Realm was never meant to host.
He stood revealed — the Primordial Chaos Demon Dragon.
III. Breaking the Cage
The Mortal Realm trembled, for it could no longer contain him.
The air collapsed into dust. Mountains bled magma. Oceans boiled into vapor. All around him the laws of the realm twisted, trying to suppress him — only to break under his existence.
Above, tribulation clouds formed. But these were not mortal tribulations. This was the Lightning of Worlds, meant only for those who dared to shatter realms.
Bolts descended, each thicker than a tower, burning with heavenly wrath. The first strike vaporized his flesh to bone. The second shattered those bones into dust. The third set even his soul ablaze.
And yet, from ash and agony, his body reformed — harder, stronger, hungrier.
Every strike destroyed him. Every strike rebuilt him.
Every strike carved the path of Immortality into his marrow.
Nyx, his companion, appeared within the storm — a phantom wolf shadow stretching across the sky. Bound by blood, Nyx bore half the lightning, howling as her body cracked and reshaped, fur turning into constellations, eyes glowing like twin moons. Together they endured, together they killed the tribulation.
Finally, with one earth-shaking roar, Aezreal tore the storm apart with his claws. Lightning scattered into sparks, flames reduced to ashes.
The Mortal Realm cracked like porcelain. Its ceiling — its cage — shattered.
And Aezreal stepped through.
IV. System Evolution
The world went silent. Then—
> [Ding! Host has broken through the Mortal World Cage.]
[Omniverse Sign-In System: Stage II unlocked.]
New Features Unlocked:
Universal Authority Nodes: Permanent Sign-In points may now be claimed across realms and sects.
Authority Extraction: Harvest Laws, Intents, and Concepts from conquered worlds and slain enemies.
Pet Evolution Link: Nyx's growth now merges with Host's tribulations.
Lineage Expansion: Demon Scythe and Dragon Sword lineages may now evolve into higher bloodlines.
Dimensional Suppression Immunity: Host will never again be weakened in lower realms.
[Warning: Higher Functions remain sealed until Host transcends the Immortal Realm.]
The voice of the system echoed like a god's decree. Aezreal clenched his fists — feeling infinite power coursing through him. His scythe pulsed at his side, then shifted, its blade lengthening, edges jagged like dragon fangs. Sword-light flickered within, hinting at a future awakening.
He exhaled slowly. His body shrank back into a humanoid shape: black hair cascading down his back, abyssal aura leaking like miasma. His eyes — dragon and demon — surveyed the broken sky.
The Mortal Realm was behind him. The Immortal Realm awaited.
And yet… this was not the true beginning.
V. The Deeper Beginning (Flashback Foreshadow)
Before this rebirth… there had been another birth.
The first time his blood ignited and his body split apart, when demon marrow fused with dragon veins, he became the first and last Primordial Chaos Demon Dragon.
And at that exact moment, far above…
In the Supreme Universe, within the Supreme Sect, a cry shook the Omniverse.
A child was born, wrapped in divine light, praised by all heavens. The Supreme Sect's disciples knelt. Countless worlds showered with celestial lotuses. Even gods paused in reverence.
This child was the Protagonist of the Omniverse. Fated. Worshipped. Destined to clash with Aezreal.
Their paths began on the same day.
And only one would reach the end.