Alvod Jondir

*Life is not Life, Death is not Death.*

The Eveningtide Asura was the previous person to reach the 9th floor of the Tower of Eternity in Zecia sector before Zachary Atwood . He was first mentioned in Chapter 384. A ruthless cultivator that made the Great Redeemer seem as harmless as a baby chick. A cultivator who was also famous for being extremely thorough in his acts of revenge (**Chapter 744**).

People still speak about the Eveningtide Asura in hushed tones after a million years (**Chapter 494**). In fact, none of the information houses in Zecia dared carry much information about him out of fear he’d one day return. The intelligence read more like tales of heroics and bravery rather than proper information missives, and any factual information such as appearance, class, skills, and strength was notably missing. (**Chapter 744**)

He was a Progenitor (**Chapter 470**) of a world, integrated into the Zecia sector. (**Chapter 744**) Alvod Jondir had firmly embarked on the path of supremacy through murder. Every threat to his supremacy on his home planet, foreign or native, had been butchered, after which he essentially turned his home planet into a cauldron for his own cultivation. By the time the planet had been assimilated, only a broken F-grade planet remained, with Alvod having extracted the essence of the World Core itself. It was this very ability to absorb the power of the planets themselves that had eventually sparked a manhunt, because not only was it an extremely powerful method to cultivate, but it was also a huge threat to most clans.

Many forces hunted him down to get their hands on his treasures before he grew powerful, and he was almost killed dozens of times. But he barely managed to slip away each time, until he finally disappeared for 100 000 years. (**Chapter 510**)

Then he finally came back, as a Peak C-Grade Monarch. He utterly annihilated a fifth of the peak forces in this sector, killed them to the last man. Trillions of lives lost, even a C-Grade continent was grievously wounded to the point it decreased in grade. Blood flowed like rivers for 500 years before he was satisfied and left Zecia sector for good. (**Chapter 510**)

Later, there were rumors that he had offended some terrifying unorthodox force a few hundred thousand years ago, and after that, he hasn’t been heard of. (Chapter 510) Actually, he killed a Havarok Prince and even destroyed one of their Immemorial Realms. (**Chapter 687**)

Even his old friends thought his actions in the Havarok Empire were a matter of vengeance. They thought he fled her and entered the Twilight Ocean like a rat scurrying for safety. It couldn’t be further from the truth. Reociv Havarok had been a full-bodied bastard who deserved to die for what he’d done to Tola, but would Alvod really have risked everything if not for the item that had fallen into the princeling's possession? The item that now formed the core of the tapestry of life and death. Alvod had found half of the core before coming to power back in Zecia, and he had spent four hundred thousand years looking for its other half. Yet that bastard had swooped in and accidentally got his hands on it just as Alvod was on the precipice of success. It was Alvod who brought that Ancient Realm to the surface at the cost of most of his fortune. Yet that man had gotten his hands on the item without even understanding what he was dealing with? **Book 8, Page 234**

He succeeded with his ascent, and now he's a Grand Deacon of the Radiant Temple. **Chapter 948**

After all, what our new Grand Deacon did came uncomfortably close to unorthodoxy. **Chapter 989**

## Twilight Lord

The Twilight Lord is the supposed leader of Twilight Harbor, but he does not control a real faction. He has a few thousand ‘brothers’ as he calls it, various wandering cultivators who run errands for him. However, even the weakest of among them is an elite E-Grade cultivator (**Chapter 685**). As the Twilight Lord, Alvod is known for taking in a lot of talented wandering cultivators and nurturing them. **Chapter 744**

Was the Eveningtide Asura actually the Twilight Lord, or was he simply pretending? When had the change taken place? Because one thing was for certain; the current Twilight Lord had reigned for over six hundred thousand years, which made it impossible that Alvod had been him from the start. **Chapter 744**

## Appearance

His chiselled features spoke of indomitability and conviction. His robes hung loose and exposed a densely muscled torso covered in scars, and he sat in an unrestrained manner as usual. He still radiated that same haughty yet slightly lonely aura of a peak wandering cultivator who had emerged at the top after innumerable bloody encounters.

His skin had taken on a slight greenish tint, like gold mixed with black. A second look proved that it was actually two sets of extremely minute runes that covered his skin, each of them smaller than a dot. One of the patterns held the secrets of Death, and the other seemed to be speaking to the heart of Life. **Chapter 687**

## Cultivation

Finding the first wheel of this ancient and heretical Buddhist treasure, the Wheel of Preta-Gati, on his homeworld had completely remolded his destiny.

It had allowed him to defy the heavens themselves as he became a ravenous ghost that fed on the world itself. It had made him unsurpassed and unmatched in might, but it had also set him down a path of tragedy. He became a calamity for his homeworld far more dangerous than any invaders. When he woke up from his stupor, nothing but ruins remained.

Things had only somewhat stabilized when he found the Wheel of Manushya-Gati as well, in the hands of a young woman he had killed in his madness. He even managed to seize a Body Tempering Manual in the Tower of Eternity that more efficiently made use of the unique energy the wheels generated.

These wheels had made him extraordinary. Without them, there was no guarantee he would even have survived the integration. Even if he did, the odds of him reaching Hegemony were slim. Monarchy was but a distant and unrealistic hope. At most, he would have managed to become a local warlord on his home planet at the edge of the Multiverse, destined to never come in contact with the real truths of the universe.

But for all the wheels had given him, they were also the cause of endless suffering. Alvod knew it wasn't just a matter of their value causing avarice in others. The more he made use of them, the heavier his Karmic Debt would become, which maintained the Law of Balance. It had become so suffocating he had been forced into hiding for hundreds of thousands of years, unable to even gaze upon the sky. **Chapter 783**

He barely managed to squeak by with an unconventional method like this, becoming a One-Step Autarch with shaky foundations. **Bk 9 p. 222**