Dimensional Descent

Leonel looked toward Valor, his expression still placid.

He was the only one of the Morales family not recognizable at a single glance, but the others were all too easy to get a look at. The bronzed hair, tanned skin, pale green eyes… It was all the exact same. It didn't seem to matter who their Morales parent chose to tie the knot with, the Morales genes always seemed to win out.

Leonel had been the same in the past until certain mutations in his Lineage Factors caused changes to occur, but this wasn't too difficult to accept. After all, considering Earth's talent, the Lineage Factors birthed from there were most definitely not normal. Maybe it would take such a thing to finally make the Morales genes take a step back.

The crowd was shocked when they heard Valor speak.

They all knew of this young man and his stature was no less than that of the Cataclysm Generation. In fact, there was no doubt that the Six Potential Heirs of the Morales family were all Kings amongst men. It was just that being the young, Valor was the last to have yet to step into the Seventh Dimension, but even so, he was only a step away.

While the Void Palace counted generations by the year, the Morales family counted generation by grandfather, father and son pairings, with decades being in between. Anyone of their billions of descendants that could earn the right to fight for the position of Heir was an absolute monster, and they had proven this with time.

Leonel had already been far behind them when he finally made it to the Void Palace in the first place, but he was placed even further behind after losing 20 years. Valor was probably the only one among them that he still stood a good chance against in a one on one battle.

However, even with this being the case, Leonel met his cousin's gaze without much fluctuation.

"The Heir Wars were postponed for your sake. The family was quite confident that you would return."

expression flickered, a bit of his indifference receding. He could tell after these short few sentences that the coldness Valor was exuding had little to do with him, this was

Morales Heir Wars had been postponed due to the events of the Cataclysm. Usually, they would ensure that the Heirs Wars would occur while all of the Heirs were still in the Sixth Dimension, but this time, it had been impossible to allow

enter the Seventh Dimension, or else it won't be very fair. So we will all be waiting

all be unfair, and he was prepared for that outcome. But it seemed that

nodded back. "You want to enter the

was my intention."

No

mix between shock and interest while they were listening to the two speak. But

today are already claimed, what exactly do you mean by this?"Wymlan spoke

size, despite the fact he only felt that he was talking with a normal amount of sternness,

an indifferent glance toward Wymlan but didn't

had because he happened to have some time

people recognized him now, it was unlikely that they'd do so. He hadn't built up enough of a legend

Wymlan's temper flared, his battle ax shin guard shining with

chest, it seemed that he could pierce Wymlan through with a single look. Right then, it felt like the very light of Wymlan's battle axes

others turned incomparably ugly. Valor was in Tier 9 while the strongest of them was still in Tier 7. But even

that moment, Quonor, one of the few women among them,

Seventh Nova and your younger cousin, hm? I've heard