Void Beetle Evolution Guide

She would only secretly endure everything, and when she returned to the public eye, she was once again the calm and rational Ashe.

Ashe has figured it out. It was the Wild Hunt's dominance that forced her into this passive and humble position, which is why she is so helpless and unaccustomed to this posture.

"It's just a little bit of physical pain... What can't I endure!"

To regain her dignity, she secretly vowed that next time she would take the initiative and make the Wild Hunt look at her with new eyes, and she would never let the Frost Bloodline be disgraced on her!

Chapter 294 The Hall of Nine Venerables

"Where are we going?" Kaisa asked after everyone had arrived.

"The Bearmen's territory," the Wild Hunt replied curtly.

"What are you going there for? Are you looking for trouble?"

Kasha frowned, her confusion making Ashe nervous, fearing they wouldn't grant her unreasonable request.

"Going to join in the fun? Don't you want to see who is stronger between the Ten Evil Lords and the Demigods?"

Wild Hunt didn't directly state that it was Ashe's request, but instead offered another excuse, which filled Ashe with gratitude. She lowered her head, concealing the emotions in her eyes, secretly rejoicing that her efforts had been worthwhile.

"Right, it's time to settle the matter of Nera's campaign against Volibear. I'm really curious to see who among them will have the last laugh. What do you guys think?"

“Although I don’t like that unreasonable giant bear, I’d vote for Volibear in terms of strength,” Portil said.

"I don't like it either, but I'll vote for Volibear."

"Me too……"

The others expressed their opinions one after another. The six family members present almost unanimously believed that Volibear would teach Nera a lesson.

This outcome was not surprising. While Nera was powerful, she had never displayed world-destroying strength. They, on the other hand, had actually fought the Bear Spirit and knew firsthand how terrifying Volibear was. Moreover, the legendary exploits of that thunderous bear were deeply ingrained in people's minds; no one believed that a mortal could defeat a god.

Ashe listened quietly to the discussion, but her heart remained unsettled for a long time.

In fact, she really wanted to vote for Nera.

If Nera can defeat Volibear, or even just slightly restrain him, Sejuani's attempt to seize the cauldron will proceed much more smoothly. Conversely, if Nera is merely an arrogant megalomaniac, then Sejuani, facing the bear spirit head-on, will almost certainly not return alive.

So, personally, she hopes Nera wins.

After confirming their destination, despite feeling somewhat apprehensive about heading to the battlefield, everyone obediently climbed onto the dragon's back.

As Portil spread his enormous blue wings, preparing to take off, a portal suddenly opened out of thin air.

Ara leaped lightly out of the door, followed by a reindeer spirit named Haistel who clung to her sleeve and wouldn't let go.

"Where are you going?" Ara looked up, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

“If Ornn won’t help us, then we’ll have to go find Volibear.” Kai’Sa’s tone was tinged with resentment, clearly still holding a grudge against Ornn’s indifference.

Upon hearing this, Aurora could only cheerfully change the subject: "Then it seems we're on the same path! You need to cross the Frozen Sea to get to the Bearmen's territory, while the Ice Garden I'm going to is right by the sea!"

"Are you planning to leave Furnace Village?" Ahri asked, somewhat surprised. Aluora had stayed in Furnace Village for a long time, and Ahri had thought that Aluora would stay there for a long time.

“Well, after all, I have to take this child home.” Ara looked down at the reindeer spirit still biting her sleeve and smiled helplessly.

"Do you need a ride?" Kasha asked.

"Roar! Don't treat me like a vehicle that anyone can ride!" The ice dragon beneath him roared angrily, causing the surrounding snowflakes to fly backwards into the air.

"If I were alone, I'd really like to try riding on a dragon's back. It would be so much fun traveling with you all." Ara blinked, looking longing, then declined with some regret, "But I have to take care of this child right now, so let's forget about it."

"Then we'll meet again someday." Kasha nodded, without any hesitation or excuses, and waved goodbye.

Aura stood in the snowstorm, watching the ice dragon spread its wings and soar into the sky, carrying everyone away into the vast horizon. She gently patted Haistriel's head and murmured, "Let's go, little one, it's time for us to get going."

In the wind and snow, two figures gradually walked away.

Far away, it left the bare black rocky ground and once again merged into this endless ice field.

……

Shortly after takeoff, the Wild Hunt's senses detected unusual activity emanating from Frostguard Fortress. His gaze pierced through the snowstorm, turning towards Lissandra's location.

He noticed that Lissandra's current environment was very special. What came into view was a huge, suffocating underground cavern, like an inverted giant bowl, large enough to hold thousands of fortresses. The dome was high and spacious, as if it reached the sky.

At the center of the cave was a perfect ice surface, smooth as a mirror and pitch black as night, reflecting Lissandra's shadowy figure.

She held the armor plates given to her by the Wild Hunt, dressed in a magnificent robe as white as fresh snow, her bare feet lightly treading on the ice, her steps light and elegant, as if she were walking towards the end of the frozen void.

"So you can walk." This was the first time Wild Hunt had seen Lissandra in her casual clothes, and what she looked like in private when no one was around.

A huge, prominent ring of solid ice stands around the flat, open space, looking like pillars, distributed along the circle in the middle of the open space, giving the entire cave a sense of solemnity like a lost god.

The Wild Hunt's gaze swept over the nine icicles. After a while, he suddenly realized the significance of that number.

"The Hall of Nine Venerables".

The Nine Venerables are nine enormous shackles, their purpose being to bind what the Frost Guardians call "those dwelling below," also known as the Void Watchers.

In other words, Lissandra is currently standing where the Watcher is asleep.

Lissandra strolled slowly across the ice, while the Wild Hunt took the opportunity to carefully observe everything around her.

The cave ceiling appears to have collapsed, with faint light filtering through the cracks, as if suggesting that some enormous object was once thrown from above, smashing through the ceiling.

Each of the True Ice Pillars contains sealed strands of darkness, like frozen tentacles, with runes flowing across its surface, their edges sharp as knives, as if they had just been carved.

This is a good thing, meaning the watchers are still safely sealed beneath the ice.

Then, the Wild Hunt turned its gaze to Lissandra's feet.

Separated by about twenty feet of solid ice, a huge, single eye is gazing up at the dome from beneath the ice.

Its single eye is enormous, bulging, and without an eyelid, surrounded by dark, coiled limbs. Its unfocused, scattered gaze alone is enough to instantly vaporize any soul that dares to stand upon it.

It's like a mountain range that hasn't yet risen above the ground, and this is considered a small one among them. Deeper beneath it, there are many more and larger eyes watching over them, secretly harboring a desire to devour their world.

Those creatures appeared capable of devouring gravity and time itself; they were not only the devourers of worlds, but the devourers of the entire plane of reality.

Their existence makes one feel incredibly small and insignificant, like a grain of frost in a blizzard.

Even the Wild Hunt, being a void creature, was severely impacted by the enormous size difference, and its mind teetered on the brink of collapse.

That gaze held a wisdom that made it seem as if it wasn't truly asleep. Its gaze seeped into the Wild Hunt's mind, making it feel as if its very existence was being analyzed, its reason cast into the boundless darkness…

In the strange purple light, he seemed to glimpse an eternal illusion, then his consciousness began to return, and he realized that he was stepping into the abyss of nothingness. Wild Hunt snapped out of his daze, pulled away from this mental black hole, and urgently averted his gaze.

He saw Lissandra standing gracefully on the ice; because she had already lost her sight, she could walk on the ice without being affected. Wild Hunt, on the other hand, had only escaped death because he was a Void creature.

The Wild Hunt had no idea why Lissandra had brought the armor plates here. Was she going to surrender to the Watchers? Then he witnessed a shocking scene.

Lissandra removed the horned headdress and gently placed it at her feet. The pointed horns extending from both sides were wider than her shoulders, making the headdress look exceptionally large.

Then, she reached out and unbuttoned her collar, and began to undress in this frozen land.

"Oh my." Wild Hunt realized he was witnessing something incredible. He didn't say anything, but silently admired it.

As the buttons were unbuttoned, the magnificent robe slid down Lissandra's tall frame.

Her long robe trailed around her ankles, spreading out on the ice like scattered wreaths, or as beautiful as freshly fallen snow.

Her skin was as cold as a corpse, as dull as black ice. Her female body, reshaped many times, was slender and well-proportioned, enlarged proportionally to a height of three or four meters. Her slightly wavy long hair was as white as fresh snow, hanging straight from her head to her ankles, yet unable to conceal her curvaceous figure.

With her "dark skin and white hair," at first glance, she resembles a female giant from the Dark Elves. She is indeed large, but that doesn't hinder her use.

Then, she lay down naked on the robe, letting the biting cold envelop her, yet she did not tremble at all.

Chapter 295 The Witch's Dream

The Frost Witch's palace is not in the spires of Frostguard Fortress, but in every inch of land soaked in ice.

She lay flat in an underground ice cavern large enough to hold thousands of fortresses, beneath her a vast ocean of icy water stretching to the horizon. This was not the abyss as understood by mortals, but an inverted, frigid universe, solidified with a madness that ran counter to reality.

Some call those frozen colossal figures gods, while others scorn them as monsters. Lissandra knows they are nothing more than a horde of gluttons coveting reality, and her duty is to keep these mountain-sized Void Ancients trapped in a dream forever.

To ensure the watcher's bed was comfortable, she visited frequently, and always alone.

Her blind eyes glistened with ice crystals as she walked barefoot across the ice, her long, pale hair cascading down her back like a silver river. Her discarded robes piled up like snow waves, revealing her obsidian-like, hard skin.

Having lost her sight, she traced their sleeping forms in her mind. The chills she felt from what she saw went far beyond her very bones, so when her skin touched the ice, she no longer trembled.

Blindness here is a blessing, for simply sensing their presence is terrifying enough. Moreover, one must walk through their dreams, knowing their hidden desires for this world.

"Quiet down..." She placed her palm on the ice, sensing the restlessness of something below.

Since the night of the new moon, one of the giant shadows had begun to stir, and Lissandra had been desperately hoping that it would return to its slumber on its own—but now this unfathomable intelligence was writhing among its companions, growing increasingly restless.

The moment fingertips touched the pure ice, the boundary between reality and dream began to melt away. It would be foolish to place the entire burden of one's beliefs on a layer of glass, yet there was no other choice in this world.

In the instant her consciousness plunged into the abyss, she transformed into an ice goddess who suppressed the black sun. Her bones were made of ice, and her prison was a dream.

Above the sky, the goddess's azure eyes shone with the last rays of dawn, her ten fingers pressing firmly against the boiling, dark red sun.

The sun, a symbol of destruction, scorched her palms, casting a bloody shadow across the twisted land of Freljord—where no birds skimmed the ripples of the frozen lake, no songs were sung by the hearth, only the ashes-covered mountains bore witness to her eternal sacrifice.

The goddess's long hair burned in the starry sky, and beneath her feet were millions of ice sculptures, each face forever frozen in the moment of sacrifice. These were once real souls, sealed here by her own hands as offerings to appease her watchers.

The black sun suddenly expanded, crushing her avatar of consciousness, and the explosive screams transformed into countless shattered barriers. Each fragment reflected her distorted face, and the countless annihilated screams coalesced into the ancient incantation of the Frost Guardians.

In reality, the body that suddenly awakens is crawling in a convulsive, embryonic manner, its movements stiff and powerless, like a dying struggle.

Then, like a tidal wave, most of her self returned. She spat bitter water onto the ice, curled up frozen in the middle, looking miserable and helpless.

Beneath the ice, the churning giant shadow swallowed the "entire world" sacrificed by Lissandra before returning to its slumber.

It obtained the peace that its kind craved, yet this peace was nothing but emptiness to all creatures.

Peace. Lissandra had never tasted peace, and ever since she brought the Watchers to Runeterra, she had never been able to find peace.

She knew this deception would eventually collapse, and the watchers would sooner or later tear apart the fragile ice barrier, chewing reality into nothingness.

All she could do was continue weaving dreams, surrendering to them again and again. She forged her last breath, her last cry, even the last grain of frost into shackles to delay the end, until they were all annihilated in the void.

……

The Wild Hunt's consciousness lurked within the armor plates, glimpsing the truth of the Hall of Nine Venerables through the refraction of frost crystals.

Lissandra's convulsive struggle as she broke free from her dream resembled the final struggle of a moth caught in a spider's web.

Even if one cannot witness her being torn apart and reassembled countless times in the void, the bitterness gushing from her mouth is enough to illustrate how tragic this endless sacrifice is.

However, being frozen in ice, he could do nothing but watch helplessly, unable to offer any assistance even if he wanted to.

However, things soon took a turn for the better.

After recovering from the nightmare, Lissandra sat up on her loose robes, her back flowing smoothly like a sculpture.

She picked up the frozen armor plate placed next to the horned helmet and held it in her hands, carefully feeling it with her sense of touch.

Perhaps because the experience of being swallowed up countless times in her dreams was too painful, or perhaps because she felt that simple sacrifice could not stop the apocalypse from coming, Lissandra, having nowhere else to turn, chose to accept the Wild Hunt's offer after careful consideration.

She thawed the nail plate, gently stroking it with her cold fingers, feeling its snake-like texture and the dormant desire within it for flesh and blood to burst forth.

Lissandra didn't trust this thing. She originally wanted to give it to her Iceborn subordinates so that they could purify the black ice for her.

But after much thought, no one could withstand the extreme cold of the Zhenbing Ocean and move freely here while ignoring the watchful eyes of the observers.

To shoulder this heavy responsibility, I have no choice but to take the stage myself.

She stroked the nail plate, finding a relatively sharp angle, and slid her fingertip into it forcefully. Black blood clung to the sharp edge, quickly absorbed by the nail plate before the smell of blood could even spread.

Blood should not be seen here, and no corpses should be left behind.

In this forbidden land, any flesh and blood could become a sacrifice to awaken the ancient gods.

But if it's just one drop, and given her carefulness, there shouldn't be any problems.

After absorbing the blood, the armor plates quickly came to life. Lissandra could feel that the texture in her hand was no longer hard, but had turned into a sticky softness, constantly wriggling in her palm and beginning to spread along her body surface.

Lissandra couldn't see its color, but she could clearly feel the touch of it crawling over every inch of her skin, as if she were being re-soaked in the amniotic fluid of her womb, with a strange warmth.

Where the tentacles crawled, the skin armor was like a second skin, conforming to the contours of her body and clinging tightly to her skin. It did not fail to accommodate her because of her extraordinary height, just like a tailor-made leather coat that wrapped her whole body.

Lissandra knew that this connection would not be superficial, so when she felt a stinging sensation in her neck, she did not resist too much. Instead, she quickly accepted the synapses that had burrowed into her skin and established a deep connection with her mind.

Wild Hunt never expected that the woman he considered the most difficult to deal with would be the easiest to get together with. The entire process was seamless, without a single word exchanged.

He suppressed his excitement and did not immediately alert Lissandra, continuing to observe what she would do next.

After Lissandra became one with her skin and nails, she calmly began to explore the function of her skin and nails.

She knew exactly what she was doing and what she wanted, so she didn't show any surprise or panic; her demeanor and movements were as natural as if she had just changed clothes.

Countless battles and deaths against the Watchers in her dreams had honed Lissandra's mental strength to an appalling level.

She immediately discovered most of the Void Armor's functions and realized that if these abilities were applied to an ordinary person, it would be almost equivalent to their flesh and blood ascending to immortality. She was filled with shock.