The Transcender soon realized the Realm Beast intended to self-destruct with him. Never did he expect this creature to be so ruthless, and thus, he resisted with all his might.
However, battles between powerhouses are often decided in an instant.
Moreover, his opponent was a reckless beast hell-bent on mutual destruction.
Once resolved, the Realm Beast acted immediately.
As the saying goes, "The ruthless fear the reckless, and the reckless fear the suicidal."
This Realm Beast was ruthless, reckless, and suicidal all at once.
In the end, despite the Transcender's desperate efforts, he failed to stop the Realm Beast from unleashing its annihilation strike.
Thus, two beings who could be called powerhouses even in the boundless void met their end together, vanishing into nothingness.
The light orb Wu Tong obtained was the Innate Divine Ability of this Void Realm Beast, which had perished alongside the Transcender.
It was also the only remnant salvaged by the chat group from that battlefield, where nothing but emptiness remained.
[Innate Divine Ability — Devour]
Origin: Void Realm Beast Tribe
Ability: Devour all things and convert them into nourishment for growth. Infinite devouring, infinite growth.]
The description was simple: devour everything to fuel one's growth.
But as the saying goes, the simpler something seems, the more profound it often is.
Though briefly worded, the implications were terrifying upon closer thought.
What did "devour everything" entail?
Judging by the Realm Beast's feats, worlds were undoubtedly consumable. Naturally, everything within those worlds fell within its devouring range. Thus, aside from the void itself, Wu Tong could ingest all matter to accelerate his growth.
Moreover, this ability's potential was extraordinary. The average growth limit for Realm Beasts was the tenth rank.
This meant Wu Tong could feast his way to the tenth rank without hindrance—and perhaps even break through to the eleventh.
"Hahaha—!"
Upon reaching this conclusion, Wu Tong laughed aloud, too elated to care for decorum.
With this "guaranteed advancement to tenth rank," how could he not rejoice?
Though confident in his ability to reach the tenth rank or beyond through his own efforts, that path would take time. Now, with this Innate Divine Ability, his growth would be drastically accelerated. That alone was reason enough for unbridled joy.
———
Meanwhile, elsewhere...
The one-hour deadline was approaching.
By now, the group had packed everything, including the recruited talents and rescued survivors, all stored within living storage spaces.
As the final moments ticked away, they waited silently for their return.
Soon, the hour arrived.
"Whoosh—"
A flash of white light whisked all members away from the High School of the Dead world—Wu Tong included, still riding high.
After their departure, the world itself dissolved into light, vanishing from the void.
Moments later, it reappeared within Wu Tong's consciousness sea, merging into the floating world model there.
And so, it returned with him to the Douluo Continent.
———
"Huh? Back already? The chat group's methods are impressive—I didn't even feel the teleportation."
Snapping out of his euphoria, Wu Tong found himself in familiar surroundings.
After a brief pause, he remarked offhandedly before suddenly remembering something. A quick check confirmed the High School of the Dead world had indeed returned with him, easing his worries.
Had it been left behind, this trip would've been a colossal waste.
Luckily, it wasn't.
"Not bad. The chat group's after-sales service is on point!"
Praising the group, Wu Tong set the matter aside.
As long as the world was secured, inspecting it could wait until tomorrow.
Too much had happened these past few days, and he needed time to process it all.
But first...
Wu Tong's gaze sharpened as he checked the nearly unmoved soul tool clock on his bedside.
9:12.
The time was familiar—exactly when he had left.
His eyes flickered. He then glanced outside, where the sky remained as he remembered: shrouded in night.
Unlike his previous crossing, time here had not flowed in his absence.
"So, the chat group's functions come with time adjustment?" he mused.
Evidently, when members used tickets to cross worlds, time in their home world continued normally—a private affair, uncompensated by the "company."
But for chat group functions or missions, time was paused—official business backed by corporate benefits.
"Then the training grounds, enlightenment space, and group missions likely freeze time too," Wu Tong murmured with a light chuckle.
Having pieced it together, he relaxed and stepped onto the balcony outside his room.
Lying on the ever-present lounge chair, he soaked in the night's tranquility, gazing at the shimmering stars.
After a long while, he took a deep breath.
Under the starry sky, he sighed, "Ah... I'm back, Douluo World."
Yes, he had returned.
This was the second world Wu Tong had experienced after his homeland, and the second he acknowledged as home.
Had he not embraced this world, he wouldn't have worked so hard to elevate it.
Wouldn't conquering another world and elevating it for himself have been simpler?
But precisely because Douluo was his second home, he sought to lead it into the boundless void's grand stage.
With his reflections concluded, Wu Tong returned to his room to rest. After all, the Luotian Grand Ritual was to take place in three days.
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