The endless black void stretched forever around Luo Feng.
He stood there, his soul form still carrying the echoes of pain from his dying body. Before him hovered the vast, formless presence of the Ancient Evil God — an overwhelming shadow that felt both ancient and alive.
Feng's voice was steady, though filled with urgency.
"Who are you? Explain yourself."
The Ancient Evil God's voice resonated through the void like rolling thunder wrapped in silk — deep, ancient, and carrying the weight of countless eons.
"I am the one you call the Ancient Evil God. Long ago, I was the eldest son of the Supreme Ruler of the Celestial Realms. My father and younger brother were kind and loving, as was I. But one day, my father gathered all the gods and, in front of everyone, named my weaker younger brother as his successor. That single act of betrayal and humiliation shattered something inside me. I turned against the heavens. I waged war with my loyal fallen angels and dark deities. I was too powerful. Gods and goddesses fell by the thousands. Angels were slaughtered. The celestial realms themselves nearly collapsed. In the end, my father used every last ounce of his life force to seal me away in the endless void, sacrificing his own existence to do so. That is how I became what I am now — the Ancient Evil God, sealed but never truly destroyed."
The voice paused, letting the weight of the story settle.
"All the gods are my enemies now. But I can no longer take revenge myself. At least you can take yours."
The presence seemed to lean closer, its voice growing heavier with empathy and cold anger.
"The gods have done too many things to you. They summoned you against your will, threw you away like garbage into the Forbidden Forest, allowed the heroes to massacre your village, and killed your wife and unborn child. And now… they have taken two more of your children. Your current wife, Lina, is barely alive, bleeding out on that stage as we speak."
Feng's fists clenched at his sides. The pain in his soul burned hotter than any physical wound.
The Ancient Evil God continued, his tone calm yet filled with dark promise.
"If you want power, I can give it to you. But there is no rush. When you return, you will arrive at exactly the same moment you left. Time will not have passed for them. I will explain everything clearly so you understand what you are accepting."
The void seemed to pulse as the Ancient Evil God spoke again.
"I am the embodiment of rejection and defiance. I grant quiet, hidden gifts that grow without limit — skills, strength, and potential that the Goddess of Light can never touch. I am not bound by the rules of the heavens. My power is the power of those who were thrown away. If you accept my help, I will give you the strength to protect what remains of your family and to take revenge on those who have wronged you. You will become something far beyond what the heroes or even the Goddess can easily destroy."
The Ancient Evil God's presence waited in silence, the weight of his offer hanging in the endless darkness.
Feng stood there, soul burning with grief and fury, listening to every word.