Dimensional Descent

Leonel's didn't expect this kind of response. A battle to decide who would become the Idol of a generation? But if this was the explanation, then... why did he already feel like he was one?

It felt odd...

What Leonel didn't know was that the Phenomena he caused was sensed by the Gods.

The Idol Battlefield was a location that moved without rhyme or reason, and it was impossible to keep tabs on it in the long term.

It could be said that the only reason this battle only took place once every few generations was because all the time in between was spent finding exactly where it was.

It was hard for even the Gods to understand exactly what the Idol Battlefield was all about and why it was formed in the first place. The stories were so old and had grown so muddled that it was difficult to place a finger on exactly where their origins lay and what was truth from fiction.

All they knew was that the Idol Battlefield always disappeared after its winners were crowned and it only appeared again when there were a sufficient number of candidates prepared to do battle once more.

But even now, the Idol Battlefield seemed far more agitated than usual. It was much too far away from the normal reaches of Existence for anyone other than the most powerful to feasibly travel to it, and yet it was making such a commotion.

This was the first time they had found the battlefield before it was within their range. It traveled through a vast nothingness, the regions of Existence that the Northern Star had already rendered to not even a memory.

For it to suddenly throw such a tantrum...

What could have happened?

Even without understanding, many Weapon Masters began to sharpen their weapons, readying themselves for a battle of ages.

taken hundreds more years to reach them once again. But with how

most, or even sooner, it was very likely that it would rear its head

say that this event would be the same as the others? Who was to say that there wasn't some

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returned to the Dream Pavilion. He looked toward a

he both ended up getting distracted and felt that it was no longer necessary... at least not for

to interfere with it. Plus, it was hard

to use

permanency by anchoring them to an object. Depending on

talent or the soul; he could increase the talent of

actually wasn't sure if this

since he stepped a half-foot into the Self Path, he had had this

at using his own Self as a conduit for his Crafting. But as a descendant

that mean that he could use

that case, his Self Path would be even more

as he stood up abruptly. A dense killing intent exuded from his gaze

However, when she saw what was being reflected in his mind, her

What was happening here?

...

BOOM!

he ripped through the wind that stood in his path. His foot steps were so powerful that even the steps that he

destination, his

descended from