Dimensional Descent

Chapter 3000 Until Now

The moment the Primordial Terror appeared, Leonel had already transcribed its Lineage Factor and Ability Index into the Life Tablet. What surprised him was that he actually felt some resistance. Usually, both were transcribed immediately, and there was nothing to think about. However, Leonel faintly realized that if not for his new Wise Sea Order standing, he would have actually failed to copy the abilities of this beast.

However, that much was fine… because it simply no longer mattered now that he had succeeded.

In these years, Blackstar had done nothing but train and train. He was only in the Seventh Dimension, but his foundation compared to others was vastly different.

If Leonel had to pick out the ones that were closest in talent to himself and Aina, there was Elorin, who was under Anastasia's tutelage, Emna, who was well on her way to forming her own blade lineage, and then there was Blackstar.

The problem was that Blackstar had been facing a veil that he couldn't poke through no matter how hard he tried. He had the corpse of a Shadow Tail and a Void Beast to meditate on, and he made progress every day, but compared to his goal, that progress was relatively slow…

Until now.

A Force Art appeared, formed from the energy drained from the Celestial Terra that Aina had cut in half just days ago.

The Primordial Terror suddenly opened its eyes.

Unfortunately, it was already too late.

Leonel pressed the Force Art into Blackstar's body, and the latter trembled.

ROAR!

A dense redness swam in the depths of Leonel's violet eyes, and the world around him trembled.

At that moment, a large slab of red land dyed by blood appeared, and flames danced beneath Leonel's feet and out of the corners of his eyes.

The top buttons of his black military outfit blew apart, revealing a chain of blackened teeth that whipped about around his neck. His military boots caught fire and were burned to ash, revealing his feet burning in an inferno.

seemed

creature. Instead, he remained on Leonel's shoulder, and

time, there was no impotent Destruction World to be seen. It was as though Leonel had completely shed it of its weakness, and as for the

the skies, trembling with a mighty

mixture of textured dark silvers and violets within. Sometimes

An Idol.

any Idol, but an

forms of Idols, all of which were separated into Grades:

be better than the other, however, there were some

almost always worse than True and Inherited Idols, while True Idols were often worse

of the person that created them. Even after this God passes away, their doctrine remains and

an Inherited Idol in the future. Leonel had no doubt about that unless someone made a

what was shocking in this moment wasn't the

done so while breaking into the Eighth Dimension, but it was the kind

The Idol of Destruction.

Gods of Destruction. An Idol that a little mink should have no

powerful little mink was

they had

to this point despite their plans, despite their machinations, despite their

that dealing with him would be so

BOOM!

skyrocketed. The Destruction World beneath him, with the support of Little Blackstar's Destruction Idol, reached

of

by thoughts of rage, nor did he feel the need to

full and complete control of

pressure, his Ability Index broke through a final thin layer, and the world became his

hear what the old turtle said? Come kill me. What are you all just