Dimensional Descent

Leonel didn't follow the God Path, but his soul constructs did. It could be said that over 95% of all Ancestors in the Human Domain followed the God Path. There was a reason it was the Path that the Void Palace demanded of their students. It was the path that had allowed most of the elites of the Human Domain to rise up like they had.

The actions of the mysterious person that had placed him into this situation made Leonel realize that there was more to the God Path than what met the eye. But he, obviously, couldn't go back and choose a new path, and even if he could, he wouldn't. His intuition told him that [Dimensional Cleanse] was a far better bet for himself.

But it got him thinking. Had he really reached the potential of his Emperor's Might Lineage Factor just because he had succeeded in comprehending its three strongest techniques?

The answer didn't feel as obvious as it should. The three strongest techniques were meant to build upon one another, slowly building a foundation that could make the next and final steps logical. But Leonel had skipped all of that and went right to the strongest abilities of the Lineage Factor, ignoring much of its subtleties.

In such a situation, how could he know with any certainty that he was pressing his potential forward to the greatest extent?

His connection to the Dream Plane seemed to have only solidified that truth. He felt like he had been a child messing around with a toy, and that toy just so happened to be a loaded gun.

That wasn't to say that Leonel was in any danger while using his Lineage Factor, not that he knew of, anyway. It was rather that he still didn't quite understand just how lethal it could be, and he felt that he had just taken a step toward understanding.

down his own understanding to his soul

formation, and also some of the strategy of the mysterious existence that was toying with him from the shadows... then if

The hum of nature echoed and the golden dust particles

formation any longer since Leonel had destroyed it. Leonel's understanding of the Spirituals Religion's formation wasn't yet deep enough to simply reconstruct it using his

Overlords to their

the air, and yet it felt like just one. Tracilia's chest was ripped apart and her body was sent flying backward like a broken rag doll. However, she couldn't even land, or even be sent flying into the endless distance,

back once more and aimed toward Maxx, but

soul constructs shattered to pieces. In the distance, their arrows weakened considerably,

shuddered. It took everything he had to remain conscious, but he was still sent flying backward much like Tracilia. He was only lucky that he didn't have to suffer the same

just their base uses limited the time they could last even further. He had already felt that instilling them with his insight into the bow had shrunk the time they had

souls that were experts in the bow in their lifetimes, but the fact Tracilia was dead and Maxx was on his last legs was a worthy