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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lines and sharp corners. If one looked closely, it was

…

The elders were astonished.

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

frowned as well. They didn't reprimand the bullish

Factor after perfecting one's Fourth Dimensional Foundation? All of the other seven youths had formed Nine Nodes, suppressing the talent

crown. With their insight, how could

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

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

sitting, he looked like a Roman God carved of the most exquisite brass. The energy

out so 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

though he was lifting a heavier and heavier weight. With each passing moment, his muscles would snap

'hands' were still pressed against the first door, but his strength had influenced the sixth. The seventh and beyond were still looming over him as though taunting

Leonel's heart to quake. He roared with

BANG!