Dimensional Descent

"The fourth door."

The elders smiled brilliantly. This speed and momentum was excellent.

There was a reason the longer one remained awake, the greater potential their Lineage Factor would have. However, this wasn't a universal truth. At least for more complex bloodlines like this one, there were qualitative changes to look for.

Who cared if Leonel spent several days in this state if he only opened up to the second door? Likewise, who cared if he only needed several minutes if he could open the ninth?

It could be said that the higher the grade of the Lineage Factor, the more unique quirks it would have and the less likely it would be to conform to the norm. The Metal Synergy Lineage Factor was exactly like this!

The lights radiating from the Nova Generation's stone tablet began to wiggle with complex runes. Soon, these runes formed a crown not much unlike the crown etched onto Leonel's forehead. It radiated a gorgeous and pure bronze color, the kind that could only be gained after polishing a metal again and again and again.

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WENG!

Leonel's body quaked as even the floor of the Lab Setting cracked beneath his might. Phase One was simply too fragile. Just the aura of his Lineage Factor alone was enough to cause it to tremble.

Luckily, its self healing properties kicked in. With such a large store of Force around it thanks to the Force Crystal Mine, how could it not repair itself quickly?

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nature, being carved of straight lines and sharp corners. If one looked closely, it was possible to notice that they followed the pattern

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The elders were astonished.

elder's beard whipped about beneath his fierce breath. One could almost mistake him for a bull. "Who allowed

elders frowned as well. They didn't reprimand the bullish elder for

formed Nine Nodes, suppressing the talent of their Lineage Factor until they could explode forth with all their momentum. Doing so

of them could clearly see the patterns stretching down from the crown. With their

Nodes is at the peak. With the size of those patterns, this brat definitely used at least 80 cells

more of a pity. If they found the elder that was leading this brat, they'd definitely beat the former until he cried blood. Who would

"The sixth!"

crooked-toothed elder

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out across his limbs and chest, covering his body in a resplendent

carved of the most exquisite brass. The energy he wafted

hot that it left billowing white steam in the air. It was just the sixth door, but it was already so difficult. It also had to be said that he had only opened it a sliver, who knew how much

felt as though he was lifting a heavier and heavier weight. With each passing moment, his muscles would snap under the tension. If it wasn't for the resplendent light shrouding his body, it

sixth. The seventh and beyond were still looming over him as though taunting him

He roared with all his might, taking

BANG!