The Imperial City of Necrotis was a bustling monument to peace and spiritual advancement, yet Vahn, the God of Void, found the profound stillness of his new power incompatible with the mortal realm. After the grand, joyous chaos of the wedding, a serene inevitability settled over the Imperial Palace.

Vahn met his father, Velzard, the Immortal Dragon, in the quiet solitude of the Imperial Garden, away from the celebrations still echoing across the capital. Velzard was engaged in the complex task of stabilizing the newly integrated spiritual grid of Dalu, a task that demanded an Earth Immortal's mastery.

"The spectacle was magnificent, son," Velzard commented, his smile still radiating the warmth of a proud parent. "You have anchored this world. It belongs to you, conceptually and physically. But now, we must discuss the inevitable."

Vahn nodded, his gaze distant, already perceiving the limitations of the vast, finite cosmos of Dalu.

"The responsibility of my new status is clear, father. The sheer mass of the Void Realm integrated within my core is beginning to stretch the Dimensional Fabric of this low-level world. Even a God cannot defy the fundamental laws of Dalu's spiritual cosmos forever."

Velzard's expression hardened with ancient experience.

"Precisely. Now that you have passed the Earth Immortal Stage, the world's structure recognizes you as an anomaly. The Heavenly Dao, even weakened and beaten, possesses an intrinsic mechanism to purge entities of your magnitude. It will soon reject your presence here, Vahn. You are causing minute, persistent structural damage simply by breathing."

He laid out the unavoidable truth, the curse of achieving ultimate power in a limited domain. Vahn would soon have to ascend.

"There are two choices," Velzard explained, crossing his arms. "You can ascend to the Nether Realm, as the rest of the original Necrotis lineage did, finding your own isolated, private domain hidden from the scrutiny of the major Heavens and the Gods who reside there. It offers security, autonomy, and silence."

Velzard paused, allowing the gravity of the second choice to settle.

"Or, you can aim higher, and go to the Immortal Realm—the true seat of power, the central administrative hub of the wider universe. It is dangerous, Vahn, but it is the place where true power is exercised and claimed."

Vahn considered this. The Nether Realm offered a safe haven for eternity, but the Immortal Realm offered the arena for dominion. The God of Void could not settle for merely hiding. His entire existence was predicated on conquest and expansion.

Vahn decided to go to the Immortal Realm.

However, the decision was strategic, not immediate. He would not leave immediately. The taste of peace, the joy of his marriage, and the immense significance of his six gestating children were too potent to discard hastily.

"I will ascend, Father. My destiny demands the Immortal Realm," Vahn stated, his resolve absolute. "But not yet. The war took everything from my family, including simple, shared happiness. I still wish to experience this peace a little more. The world is stable. The Empire is thriving. I will not leave until I have shared this joy with my family and secured their spiritual stability for the coming years."

Velzard, a ruthless ruler but a devoted father, understood the sentimental attachment.

"Very well. Take the time you need, but do not linger my son. The pressure from the external Dalu Dao will only increase. The longer you stay, the harder the final separation will be on the Empresses, and the more violently the cosmos will try to tear you out."

The next few months became a sacred, slow-motion journey across the World of Dalu.

Vahn executed his plan: a final, intimate farewell tour with his Queens. He and his six wives went to travel around the world. They shed the pomp of the Imperial Court, leaving the Imperial Dreadnought and its accompanying fleet behind, traveling instead on a small, fast, stealth-capable Spirit-Tech Commuter, moving with the simple anonymity of wealthy spiritual travelers.

They sought out the beauty they had fought to protect, creating memories that would sustain them through the separation. They visited the pristine, untouched Forests of Eternity in Valeria's former land, where the life essence was so thick it manifested as luminous sprites.

They scaled the high, silent Aether Peaks Evelina once cherished, where the air was crystalline and filled with primordial ice-essence.

They explored the glowing, subterranean Oceanic Caves only Lilith, with her mastery of darkness, knew how to navigate. And they basked on the sun-drenched Crimson Beaches Flama loved, watching the fiery sunsets.

The journey was a celebration of the senses.

They experienced delicacies never tried before—exotic spiritual fruits from the Nature Lands that instantly refined the flesh, deep-sea spiritual delicacies from the abyssal trenches, and meticulously crafted alchemical drinks prepared by Flama's former disciples.

They shared beautiful sceneries they had never seen before—the magnificent, six-hued auroras reflecting off the Ice Peaks, and the ancient, silent grandeur of the star-lit deserts where Vahn first conquered his Necrotic heritage.

The six Empresses, while overflowing with love and contentment, carried a quiet, profound melancholy. They all knew his time for imminent Ascension was close. The spiritual pressure Vahn subtly emitted he couldn't fully suppress was increasing, like a silent ticking clock counting down to his inevitable dimensional departure.

Vahn gathered them close one evening beneath the countless stars of Dalu, his divine essence soothing their mortal anxieties

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"My Sweethearts, understand this truth. I am not leaving you forever. I am leaving to build our new Kingdom. I will quickly make a place for all of you in the Immortal Realm and bring all of you with me. My new home will be our eternal home. I swear it upon the Void and the souls of our children."

The six women were left heartbroken. They could already feel a piece of him missing.

Evelina took Vahn's hand and looked at him as if measuring not a god but a man.

"Promise me one thing husband," she said quietly.

"Anything."

"That you will come back to where we are," she said. "That if you must go, you will leave a path so that we can find you again."

Vahn laughed, a warm, brief thing that settled like a benediction. "I will carve a road with my own hands and leave every stone warm."

"We sisters will miss you, Vahn." Seraphina said crying.

"I know."

They fell into the night then, not with fear but with the tenderness of a family who understands the length of what they share.

Their travels eventually led them to the vast, shimmering Sea Beach on the western continent, a place where the ocean met the deepest tectonic trench.

As the six Empresses enjoyed the sun-warmed sand, Vahn felt a deep, respectful spiritual presence approaching from the fathomless depths.

A towering figure emerged from a turbulent whirlpool, clad in armor made of obsidian shell and spiritual pearl: The Sea King, the ancient Monarch of the Oceanic Abyss.

"God of Void," the Sea King boomed, his voice rumbling like the deep ocean floor, yet delivered with utmost reverence. He immediately performed a ceremonial, profound bow.

"We were honored by your decree. The oceans welcome the new sovereign of Dalu. Please, allow the abyssal kingdom to show its respect to the architect of this new peace."

The Sea King, delighted to finally meet the God who had ended the celestial tyranny, insisted on hospitality. He hosted them in the underwater Kingdom. It was a magnificent metropolis built of glowing crystal, coral, and compressed abyssal energy, powered by the deepest sea formations.

The six wives enjoyed their time there, fascinated by the exotic beauty, the light-emitting flora, and the strange, powerful spiritual creatures that served them. Aria studied the Sea King's deep-sea defense formations, while Lilith marveled at the absolute darkness beyond the city lights.

Vahn, however, was soon drawn away for a special, separate honor.

The Sea King personally took Vahn to a special shrine hidden deep within the city's structure. It was an ancient, minimalist structure, untouched by the millennia, pulsing with faint, primordial energy that resonated deeply with Vahn's core.

"My Lord," the Sea King said, his voice hushed with awe. "This shrine has existed since before my ancestors rose from the brine. It is not of our making. Centuries ago, a powerful, solitary figure, radiating a similar, cold darkness, visited us. He left a strange spiritual command and an object, saying it must be protected and eventually passed to the next Void God."

The Sea King presented a small, intricately carved black ring. It was utterly featureless, absorbing all light, yet it emitted a familiar, ancient spiritual resonance, like a perfect stable iteration of the Void.

He didn't who left it here or what does it do. But if it's left for him, it definitely important.

With the final piece of the legacy secured, Vahn's integrated power stabilized completely. There was nothing more to accomplish on Dalu. The last remaining anchor holding him to Dalu was the spiritual safety of his family.

He had to ascend, and he had to do it soon, to begin preparing their new, eternal home.

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