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.

…

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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looked closely, it was possible

…

The elders were astonished.

little brat only formed Six Nodes? Which elder is guiding him?" A ferocious elder's beard whipped about beneath his fierce breath. One could almost mistake him for a bull. "Who allowed such a talent to ruin

as well. They didn't reprimand the bullish elder for reacting like this at all

Metal Synergy Lineage Factor after perfecting one's Fourth Dimensional Foundation? All of the other seven youths had formed Nine Nodes, suppressing the talent of their Lineage Factor until they could explode forth with all their momentum. Doing so with less would put much

the crown. With their insight, how

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

this only made them feel that it was even more of a pity. If they found the elder that was leading this brat,

"The sixth!"

crooked-toothed elder called

…

no longer remained on his back and instead spread out across his limbs and chest, covering his body in a resplendent bronze that was almost difficult to

looked like a Roman God carved of the most exquisite brass. The energy he wafted alone seemed to make the air around

so difficult.

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 would be possible to see ghastly bruises spreading beneath

door, but his strength had influenced the sixth. The seventh and beyond were still looming over him as though taunting him without

resolution caused Leonel's heart to quake. He roared

BANG!