Dimensional Descent

[Bonus chapter for 600 powerstones. Next at 900 :) ]

For the first time, Leonel felt the might of his One Star Cleansed Constitution.

According to the creator of [Dimensional Cleanse], just the act of forming his First Star was enough for him to be ranked in the top 1% of talent. Of course, 1%, even on Earth, constituted tens of millions of people before the Metamorphosis began, let alone the fact that the creator was likely referring to a multiverse of people. However, this still meant that out of a hundred people, Leonel would be the very best amongst them.

Still, though Leonel had read the words of the creator, he had thought it was an exaggeration. What was so difficult about forming three Force Nodes and forming the First Star? To him, it was as easy as breathing. So, he had thought that that narcissistic creator who had been bragging about his own technique was just exaggerating.

But, Leonel couldn't have been more wrong.

What he didn't know was that the frame of reference the creator used wasn't a mere Third Dimensional world evolving into the Fourth like Earth at all. Even the dictionary Leonel's father left recognized the technique as exceptionally high grade. The only reason Leonel could even see a piece of it like this is because the part in his hands was the mere first part of many, as for the later parts, he was nowhere near qualified to trade for them.

What Leonel needed to understand was that forming the First Star wasn't just about creating three Force Nodes. This was simply a minimum requirement. There were many who formed even all nine Fundamental Nodes while failing to form even one Star!

All of this led to Leonel vastly underestimating himself. Not only was [Dimensional Cleanse] a great Force cultivation technique, it was practically the perfect technique for him.

Leonel found that when he circulated [Dimensional Cleanse] in full force, his mind was clearer than it ever had been before.

His Internal Sight blossomed and he could vaguely feel that he had entered a new world. This world was somehow both less material than Earth, but more material than his Dream World. It was an in between kind of space that left him feeling light headed but comfortable at the same time.

All sorts of conflicting sensory feedback assaulted his mind. He felt weightless, but heavy, that the space was infinite in size, yet as small as a pebble, like up was down and down was up.

The only thing that seemed to make sense was a singular floating star above his head. Like an anchor, it silently pulsed in the sky, radiating a pure white light as it slowly revolved. It was only when Leonel focused on it that everything in his mind grew calm once more.

is the Ethereal Glabella the dictionary spoke

streams of Force entering

of the Force would enter his body and nourish him, subtly increasing his stats. Another portion would nourish the star itself, causing it to pulse. Every pulse would

spirit if he took a nap. If he didn't and simply let it recover in his wakeful state, it would take six. But now he felt just half an hour was

Star? Or the penultimate Third?

part of the reason it took him almost 24 hours to Dream Sculpt Joan's

can't wait for it to finish, I need to try and

he was attempting to circulate a Force technique while distracted, their only conclusion would be

truth, Leonel wasn't so naive. He knew that Force and that manipulation of it was dangerous. He learned as much studying [Call of the Wind]. However, the uncomfortable feeling in his heart only

what he tried, he simply couldn't calm

the primitive man. He could smell the danger lurking with a nose

'Dream World.'

to its limits, madly accepting the Force that

like an insane asylum ward. Leonel had no choice but to keep the surroundings as bland as possible, he

he was replaying every action the primitive consciousness took while it had control of his body. Every step, every strike, every

ran the simulation again and again as though trying to sear it into his

he didn't spare the

Time dilated.

far faster than they could act. Leonel's simulations broke what would have been normal pacing under his agitation. The movements of his Dream World avatar grew quicker and quicker, but since it all occurred in Leonel's mind,

Though she knew what he was doing was dangerous, she didn't stop him. Instead,

enough...' Leonel's jaw

take him three days to fully digest the combat ability of the primitive consciousness and a full week before he could translate

shock. Let alone completing such a task in a week, many past owners of the ring never succeeded in fully digesting a 'Spear Consciousness', at least not on