Dimensional Descent

Leonel looked like a madman. He stood before the empty teleportation platform while everyone else remained idle. He must have stood staring into space for what was at least 10 minutes. This was really only a small period of time, but in this kind of war where everyone felt as though they were sitting on tenterhooks, it was far too long.

For Leonel, this sort of time was even longer. His Dream Force had experienced three enormous leaps during the course of the Heir Wars, each time his Ability Index increased with it. But none was more exaggerated than after his future self seemed to connect with his current self. It was as though all of the shackles that had been holding him down were crushed into ashes all at once.

For the current Leonel, thinking for 10 minutes without any other thoughts was akin to another person thinking for years, it was truly that exaggerated. In the past, Wise Star Order had been able to counter his split minds and speed of thought with pure speed of thought of his own. But the current Wise Star Order couldn't hold a candle to Leonel, and at the moment, even Ancestors couldn't think even a fraction of a percent as quickly as Leonel could.

For Leonel to spend an entire 10 minutes on this problem, it could only be said that it was the greatest project of his life.

The problem with what he was trying to do was the fact that he only had access to one of the nine formations. He couldn't do anything to the others. If he had access to all nine, it would be far easier, but because he didn't, he had to use the spatial tunnel that connected them all to transpose the changes in real time.

He couldn't do this ahead of time or else it would alert others and introduce variables. He had to do it such that everything would move in unison, at once, completing in the shortest time possible and executing all at once.

At the same time, the movement through the Spatial Tunnels would introduce deviations, distortions and margin of error. He had to account for this and correct it, but this was a tall task not just due to the insane distances that were in question, but also the biggest elephant in the room: Anarchic Force.

While it seemed that Leonel had reached the point where he could ignore Anarchic Force, this couldn't have been further from the truth. The reality was that he hadn't noticed a significant dip in his strength only because this was the second line of defense, if he had been at the first, he would have probably experienced at least a 10% dip.

or Force in general traveled through Anarchic

to account for this, Leonel had to wrap his calculation in a complex lotus pattern, like a transfiguration for his Force that would account for the chewing up of Anarchic Force

there would be too much, and he couldn't make them too weak or else there would

that it was the toughest problem he had ever faced. And yet, in the face of such a problem, he was already grinning ear to ear in just ten

Leonel began to move.

hard, shattering everything in his path and seemingly ruining the formation before him. But those thoughts only seemed to last for a moment before it became clear that the formation was

their only route out, but the second issue here

Forces to use at a high level not because it was any more unruly than others, but rather

Anarchic Force, and yet here was Leonel, casually stomping

The first time he stepped foot into the Void Palace, he couldn't even leave a white mark on a mere tree trunk, let alone take mastery

mysterious. Just looking at them, people felt as

its own, large swaths of Anarchic Force being dispelled as pure Force moved forward, filling the trenches

then that it clicked. Those trenches... They were

the point of a dense white fog was covering the top of the teleportation platform and completely obscuring it from view. It was unlike anything anyone here had ever

then, the entire city