Dimensional Descent

Leonel exhaled a breath.

Despite the nourishment, he could vaguely feel that he was reaching his limit. He didn't actually believe that the problem was that his soul wasn't strong enough, it was more so that his body wasn't in the best condition right now.

Although his soul had been replenished to its peak, a lot of its strength was being diverted to keep his body up and running. If he used up too much of his capacity, his body, which was already barely holding on by a single line, could very well reach past a point of no return.

Leonel sighed. He really wanted to absorb more.

After a moment, he utilized Instant Recovery in the outside world, allowing his body to recover somewhat. Although he was still as skinny as a beanpole, at the very least, his life was no longer in any real danger.

Leonel scanned through the bubbles and locked eyes on the radiant blue ones. They were much larger and more vibrant than the green ones that he had been working with until now and his curiosity was really getting the better of him.

If the bottom five methods of this Emperor's Might Tablet were already so powerful, what exactly did these behemoths represent? What techniques were they hiding?

Leonel let his curiosity get the best of him. Until his body truly recovered, this would be the last bubble he would clear for a while. In addition, if his choice was one of the much larger blue ones, then it was likely that even after his body recovered, he would have to wait until he progressed through a few tiers and strengthened his soul before he came back again.

But Leonel felt that if the bottom five techniques were already so powerful, he felt that the top few would likely be life changing.

Leonel took a breath and pushed the other bubbles out of the way with his thoughts, reaching forward toward one of the largest radiant blue bubbles.

a blinding royal blue light. Leonel had no way of choosing between them so he just picked one at random, reaching his hand forward

surge of pressure made Leonel shudder. On the one hand, he felt as though his soul and body were being ripped apart, but on the other hand, he was being built back up

eyes, a blinding blue light shone, so bright in fact that the runes within it were nowhere to be seen. Only Leonel could feel

had reached his limits, his three Dream Force Stars began to slowly rotate, their pinnacle Seventh Dimensional Star Runes shining and offsetting the pressure. It seemed that it was only because he had reached

just the

loop between one another, Leonel felt that his understanding of Dream Force and the soul was becoming clearer and more defined. In fact, he felt that the path ahead to taking the first step on his journey of Dream Force Manipulation was becoming just that small

later, the process finally came to a stop and Leonel gasped for air. However, even after a

long time, not quite knowing how to take this technique or to accept what he was feeling. What was life exactly?

life was equally

[Emperor's Command: Arise].

Leonel could target a recently deceased individual's soul. He could give it shape and form, using it to fight on his behalf and as

this technique. On the more complex side of things, he could assimilate the affinities of this individual through the use of [Emperor's Presence]. Much like he did with his Forces when he formed Sovereignty, he could form a Sovereignty through this

soul before it dispersed, he could gain Sovereignty over the wind element through the use of this soul's affinity. In fact, he would be able to command this soul to use the abilities they had in their lifetimes with even greater ease and power than the person themselves had when they were living, just by virtue of

say that this ability was overpowered was an understatement. In fact, Leonel felt that it was more than worthy of being one of the three absolute strongest abilities of the Emperor's

it still left him

of the Silver Tablet, he had his own small existential crisis back then. He felt that

it off because the power was in the hands of a treasure far beyond his imagination, maybe it was only right that it

a technique was at his fingertips? Now that he too could play with life and death with just a thought? How could he reconcile this