Void Beetle Evolution Guide

"But the void doesn't even leave us with death; it devours the entire world, not even sparing the concept of death, until everything becomes nothingness."

“I can foresee good and bad fortune and see the future. Although the calamities brought by the Void have far-reaching effects, they will not directly lead to the destruction of Freljord. This land has its own resilience and vitality.”

"Ah! Does this mean that the method we brought to Lissandra worked?!" Talia exclaimed excitedly, piquing Anivia's curiosity: "Oh? You helped that witch?"

“We taught her how to restore Black Ice to True Ice,” Kasha continued, explaining.

"Hmm, it seems the change was brought about by you..." Anivia's voice held a hint of approval. "Any other questions you'd like to ask?"

Kasha wasn't embarrassed at all and said frankly, "We came here to find a material that's even colder than True Ice. I think since you're the creator of True Ice, you should know where that material is."

After listening, Anivia's eyes flickered slightly, filled with a hint of inquiry: "What do you want that kind of thing for?"

“We asked Orn for the forging techniques of the True Ice weapon. Ordinary True Ice is not enough to withstand his flames; we need even colder materials.”

“So it was Ornn who sent you. It’s not easy for you to get that taciturn guy to talk.” Anivia nodded slightly and said, “Ashe, come forward.”

As instructed, Ash stepped forward and approached Anivia.

“Hands up,” Anivia said softly.

Ashe raised her hand in fear and trepidation, and then Anivia lowered her head, blinked, and a clear tear fell onto her palm.

Before the tears could fall, they froze in mid-air, resembling a crystal-clear ice gem.

When it landed in Aisha's palm, Aisha felt an icy chill instantly spread through her. The chill seemed not to come from a single tear, but from a bottomless icy pool, penetrating straight to her heart, making her shiver involuntarily.

“This is what you wanted,” Anivia said, spreading her wings.

"Your tears?" Ashe stared in astonishment at the ice crystal in her palm, then suddenly realized.

Since Zhenbing originated from Anivia, she herself is an even colder being than Zhenbing, and every tear of hers contains unparalleled icy power.

Only a part of a demigod's body can remain intact under Ornn's scorching flames, becoming the perfect material for forging unparalleled weapons.

"Do you have any more questions?" Anivia's gaze swept over the crowd like a cold star, her presence imposing.

"No...nothing more." Kai'Sa was also taken aback. She didn't expect Ornn to get what he wanted so easily. Could it be that the brother and sister were working together to test them?

"Ahri asked you to inquire about Heathtriel; she wants to do something to repay Alara for her help." Seeing Kai'Sa shaking her head absentmindedly, Wild Hunt reminded her in her mind. She suddenly realized and quickly said, "No, I have one last question!"

“Speak,” Anivia gestured, her tone full of composure. It made one feel not as if they were facing a great demigod, but…

She is a wise and kind elder, just like the Babayan grandmother in the Talia tribe.

"What do you know about Haistel?"

“Haestriel was once one of our kin, originally called Hesdrak, and like me, a demigod who controlled ice and snow, whose duty was to give life to ice and snow. However, as the world abandoned and forgot the old gods, many demigods lost their divinity and turned into twisted afterimages.” Anivia’s words were filled with endless sighs, as if she was grieving for the fall of this kin.

Not all demigods are eternal beings. Only those demigods who embody something of vital importance and simultaneously embody the manifestation of a concept can endure in the memories of humankind, thus achieving immortality.

Ornn is one such demigod. He was the first demigod to be born on the land of Freljord, wielding the immense power of the primordial fire of the earth, and was revered by the world as the god of creation.

Volibear, on the other hand, is a demigod born at the moment the first thunderclap shook the sky. He represents all unstoppable power and savage rage, and is the embodiment of the god of destruction.

Then there is Anivia, who brought the first snow and sculpted the magnificent landscape of Freljord with the magic of ice and snow. She is the guardian of this land, and the master of the cycle of life and death, and the changing of the seasons.

When people witness ice and snow, the first name that comes to mind is often Anivia, not Haistor.

During the era of the three sisters, fierce wars raged across the lands of Freljord. Various factions fought desperately for control of the borders between their territories and the resources within each other's borders.

In those war-torn years, people desperately needed the power of Haistel, who could transform ice and snow into magical creatures and control ice crystal war beasts to charge into the battlefield, bringing hope of victory to the people.

It is said that the Frosttooth Wolves are descendants of legendary ice and snow creatures, inheriting the bloodline and power of Haistel.

When the era of the three sisters became a legend, people no longer needed the power of certain demigods, and these demigods gradually faded into oblivion, forgotten by the world.

"You encountered Haistel?" Anivia asked.

"My friend encountered Heathel, who has been lost for too long, losing most of her memories and sanity, and has become a reindeer spirit. She wants to send Heathel home and help her regain her former sanity and memories. What should she do?"

Anivia fell silent for a moment before slowly speaking.

"In the western seaside, there is a snow garden, the birthplace of Heathel, and also the place of her death. In the center of that garden, Heathel's remains still stand, known to the world as Kel'rel. Kel'rel possesses self-awareness and is often seen weeping towards the sea, calling for the return of the beast spirits... Perhaps the missing parts of them lie within each other."

"Thank you for your guidance, Anivia, the magnanimous Mother of All Things." Ashe thanked them with immense gratitude, and she and Kai'Sa exchanged a smile, both showing relaxed expressions.

Chapter 290 Ornn remained silent, only focusing on forging iron.

Emerging from that deep chasm, Ashe clutched the tear-shaped ice crystal tightly in her hand, yet still felt somewhat dazed.

She still can't believe that she so easily encountered the legendary Ice Crystal Phoenix, conversed with it, and received enlightenment.

"Thanks to Talia, this trip went much more smoothly than we expected. But it's good that we can go back to Ahri sooner. I wonder if she's getting used to life in Hearth Village."

Kasha stretched her arms to loosen her muscles. The continuous travel had left her feeling sore and tired, and she hadn't sought relief from the Wild Hunt for several days.

"Then let's go quickly." Before Wild Hunt could speak, Portil transformed back into his dragon form and crouched down, waiting for the group to climb onto his back.

……

Several days later, the group returned to Luxiang.

The battlefield of the circular sinkhole had already been cleared. Wild Hunt guessed that Ornn wouldn't have spent time doing this; it was probably just a spontaneous act by the furnace dwellers to repay Ornn for taking them in.

In order to enter Hearth Village, the Wild Hunt contacted Aura through Ahri.

Before long, Miss Rabbit appeared, holding her magic wand, and gracefully leaped out, drawing a circle in the air. She exclaimed in surprise, "You're back! You're so fast!"

“We met Anivia deep in Phoenixwing Mountain, and she gave us exactly what Orn wanted: a teardrop.” Ashe opened her palm and showed the icy teardrop to Alara.

“Ianyas’s tears, ah~ I see.” Aura adjusted her glasses, looking enlightened. She wasn’t an Iceborn, and although curious, she wisely resisted the urge to touch them. She then said, “Ramhaug said that a little boy from the Notte clan once came to him with Ianyas’s Frost Heart, asking for his help to build a large cauldron. I thought he wanted the Frost Heart itself.”

"The little boy you mentioned, should be called Nunu? Frostheart is amazing, but Ornn wouldn't expect us to steal other people's things, would he?"

Aurora nodded in agreement: "That's true. Let's come in first; there's still a bloody smell outside."

After saying that, she turned around and led everyone through the portal.

Upon entering Orn's forge, a wave of scorching heat hits you, stinging your eyes and bringing tears to your eyes.

Aisha quickly raised the ice crystal in her hand high. A wave of heat blew over her, and a frosty aura spread out, forming a protective shield. She immediately felt a little cooler.

"It's not that exaggerated, is it? Although it's hot in Luxiang, you can still bear it once you get used to it," Ara said upon seeing this.

"I don't know why, it just formed a shield on its own," Ashe explained, both amused and exasperated.

"I've learned something new. Perhaps all treasures are spiritual in nature."

Ara nodded repeatedly as Haistel and Ahri approached from the front.

Ornn dislikes noise, so Ahri put her finger to her lips, signaling Talia, who was almost blurting out something excited, to be quiet. Then, she deliberately exaggerated and sneaked over to hug her, conveying her joy through body language.

Talia's reactions are always the most enthusiastic and energetic; she's the team's ray of sunshine and provides significant emotional value. Ahri, on the other hand, acts as the team's glue, adapting to different situations and getting along well with everyone.

Kasha glanced at the two of them, then turned her gaze to the reindeer spirit that was keeping a certain distance from them, and asked, "Is this the Haistir you were talking about? Ahri?"

"That's right, it's him. Did you get anything out of Anivia?"

"She sent Alara with Haistriel to the Ice Garden to find an ice creature named Kelurel, saying that the two of them were originally one."

“Ice Garden… Kelurell… Okay, I’ve got it.” Aura quickly took out her notebook and wrote down the information. She then adjusted her glasses and looked at Haistriel’s reaction. Finding that it didn’t react to the two names, she could only put the notebook away for now and said to the group, “Come on, I’ll take you to see Ramhaug.”

The group arrived at the center of the hall, in front of a huge furnace flowing with lava, where old Orn was hammering a piece of iron on an anvil.

This process has continued uninterrupted since the day Ahri arrived, as if it would never end without undergoing countless trials and tribulations.

"I feel like... he's a bit small," Talia muttered to herself. She had heard the legend of Ornn pounding the earth to create mountains, and she always felt that Ornn should be very, very big. Although the Ornn in front of her was more than ten meters tall, he was still far from being towering.

"Demigods, like the Celestial Warriors, can control their size; they can even transform into human form, otherwise daily activities would be too inconvenient. Udyr, whom we encountered before, had just..."

Upon returning to Freljord, they encountered the old woman who was actually a seal nun. "The Wild Hunt used the analogy of the Ascended to explain," Talia instantly understood.

"Great God of Crafts, Orn, I am Ashe, the War Mother of the Avarosan tribe. We bring you the tears of Anivia. On behalf of the entire Avarosan tribe, I beg you to grant us the technique to forge True Ice weapons!" Ashe stepped forward, knelt on one knee, and uttered the words she had prepared beforehand.

Ashe's powerful voice echoed in the hall, and Ornn finally stopped what he was doing. He gripped the sledgehammer that was still dripping molten iron, and his massive, muscular body slowly turned around.

The crowd was finally able to catch a glimpse of the face of the ancient craftsman god. This first ram demigod was tall and robust, like a solid and heavy mountain, with skin that was a dark red like magma about to solidify.

His hair and beard stood on end, with a neatly tied beard formed from lava on both sides. Ancient runes were engraved on his two large, curved ram horns, which glowed with a bright orange-red light, making him look exceptionally powerful.

Its eyes are like a pair of blazing flames, with flames radiating outwards, giving the impression that it could ignite the fur at any moment.

“Avarosa is the only one of the Ice Sisters who isn’t so annoying. Give me the stuff, and call all your people over. I’ll only teach you once.” Ornn let out a deep, muffled hum, like molten iron sloshing in a furnace.

Ashe understood his unspoken meaning of not wanting to say more, so she quickly handed over Anivia's tear and hurriedly went to the warehouse to give instructions to the hearth workers.

Kai'Sa wanted to say something to Ornn, but seeing him turn away to work on his iron again, she had to give up for the time being.

Let's wait until Orn has taught all the techniques to the furnace dwellers before we talk about it, lest we upset him and he suddenly changes his mind and refuses to teach them.

Afterwards, Ashe had the blacksmith she brought learn forging techniques from Ornn.

Orn remained silent, simply demonstrating his forging skills so the blacksmiths could learn as much as they could from his observation.

However, he was a god who kept his promises and knew that he wouldn't be able to teach anything this way, so he had Aurora find the forging manual that had once belonged to the furnace family that he had kept safe. He then had the blacksmiths share the manual, combining theory with practice, and occasionally giving them a few pointers.

These devout blacksmiths cherished this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, studied with exceptional diligence, and made rapid progress.

During this time, bored and unable to bear the temperature of the furnace, Kasha and her companions wandered around the furnace village, wanting to see what kind of artifacts the God of Forging had created over the past few thousand years.

Chapter 291 Collar

Orn's works were displayed without any concealment on the oak shelves in the forge, and Kaisa and her group could see them all with just a slight turn of their heads.

This massive wooden frame, which occupies an entire wall, is rugged and simple, but the utensils displayed on it exude an extraordinary quality.

They come in all shapes and sizes, some so strange and wonderful that you can't guess their purpose just by looking at them. However, Wild Hunt did see some familiar "old friends" among them.

"Eternal Frost... Ice Vein Gauntlets... Triadic Power..."

"You know quite a lot of things." Listening to Wild Hunt rattle off the names of these artifacts as if they were his own, Kai'Sa curiously pointed to an ordinary-looking shovel leaning against a wooden frame and asked, "What's this shovel called?"

“Let’s call it Shovel,” Wild Hunt replied.

Kasha narrowed her eyes suspiciously: "...Are you just trying to brush me off?"

"The three tools that Ornn originally forged were a fork, a hammer, and a shovel. They were the first tools of their kind in the world, and Ornn named them fork, hammer, and shovel," Wild Hunt explained. "Later generations have referred to all tools of this kind as shovels, but the shovel I'm referring to is specifically this one."

Wild Hunt explained that the shovel in front of him was clearly the one Ornn had thrown away, but he had retrieved it recently after it was triggered by Nunu. Upon closer inspection, it was still covered in dirt.

"Oh, so that's what you meant." Kasha, having misunderstood, shrank back a little embarrassedly, her ear tips turning blush.

Upon hearing that this was the world's earliest tool, or even the first shovel ever made, she couldn't help but take a closer look and discovered that the shovel truly possessed a sense of returning to simplicity and the ultimate in simplicity.

At first glance, it looks ordinary, but upon closer inspection... it's not even as good as a regular shovel.

The straight shovel face gleamed with a bronze sheen, and a faded leather cord was wrapped around the handle. The shovel face had no curve at all and was made very thick and heavy. It was fine for fighting, but it would be very strenuous to use for actual work, and it was not suitable for human use.

However, given the lack of precedent, achieving this level of sophistication on the first attempt is already quite remarkable. Its existence serves more as a conceptual framework than a tool, resembling more of an ancient totem.

Kasha, of course, didn't touch any of the items on the shelves.

Ornn dislikes being disturbed, and he especially dislikes anyone touching his things. Kai'Sa also never needs to use weapons, because Void Skin is the most suitable weapon for her.

The two dragons, Sephiroth and Portil, were engrossed in watching, constantly commenting and arguing about which weapon was more powerful. They even seemed to be getting restless, forcing Kasha to keep a close eye on them and tell them to keep their voices down, lest they steal one of the artifacts if she wasn't careful.

The layout of Furnace Village is very simple. The main hall connects to the garden, furnace, library, workshop, warehouse and other areas. Apart from that, there is not even a bedroom or kitchen. It is unknown what these demigods usually eat.

After touring around, Kasha felt that Hearth Village was nothing special. It was more formal than some small workshops, but it lacked the epic feel she had imagined and also lacked a sense of everyday life. It was purely a product of her interest.

All I can say is that Ornn really doesn't care what others think and never bothers to put on a show.

Seemingly not wanting the group to stay overnight, Ornn worked overtime to finish the project.

The suppressor he crafted for Ahri was an exquisite collar with a groove perfectly sized and shaped to hold the Anivia Tear that Ashe had brought back.

However, Ornn was only responsible for forging, while he entrusted the delicate work of inlaying to the small Poro.

There was a Poro in the Hearth Village. Ornn didn't know how it got in; he just found it interesting and took it in.

Unexpectedly, this Poro showed a deep interest in blacksmithing, and diligently watched Ornn forge iron every day.

So Ornn made a small hammer for it and let it try to do it itself. Now, this Poro has learned enough to help Ornn with some of the work.

It's not that Ornn stumbled upon a treasure, but rather that Poro creatures are inherently highly adaptable to their environment and extremely susceptible to changes in it.

The most obvious manifestation of this is that the appearance of a poro will change as it is raised over time, depending on its owner.

For example, the Poro next to Braum has the same big beard as him; while the one in Hearth Village, because of its long-term contact with Ornn, is much larger than a normal Poro, and its fur has turned orange-red, making it look quite unique.

"It's finished. Try it on and see if it fits. If not, we can adjust it." Orn said in a deep, muffled voice, which echoed throughout the hall, making everyone's ears ring.

Ahri looked at the collar held high in Poro's hand. The Tear of Anivia was like a beautiful sapphire, so blue it was unsettling. She hesitated for a moment: "I'm not an Iceborn. Is it really okay for me to just wear it?"

"It's been tempered by sudden fire, so it won't freeze." After hearing Ornn's explanation, Ahri bit her lip with some doubt and reached out to take the collar, putting it around her neck.

As the collar clicked onto her neck, the runes engraved on it lit up one after another, and Ahri sensed that a power seemed to be flowing into her body.