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.

Blackstar's roar seemed to

any other creature. Instead, he remained on Leonel's shoulder,

was no impotent Destruction World to be seen. It was as though Leonel had completely

enormous blackhole appeared high in the skies, trembling with

textured dark silvers and violets within. Sometimes it would appear to be a billowing bundle of flames, prepared to

An Idol.

any Idol, but

the world, there were three forms of Idols, all of which were separated into Grades: False Idols,

be better than the other, however, there were some

almost always worse than True and Inherited Idols, while True

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

Leonel had no doubt about that unless someone

moment wasn't the fact that Blackstar had awakened

was the fact that not only had he done so while breaking into the Eighth Dimension, but it

The Idol of Destruction.

accessible to True Gods of Destruction. An Idol that a little mink should have

now this impossibly powerful little mink was on

words of sarcasm earlier rang truer than ever before. If they had been dismissed earlier… it was simply impossible to

Morales had survived to this point despite their plans, despite their machinations,

that dealing with him would

BOOM!

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

despite the aura of Destruction around

He wasn't affected by thoughts of rage, nor did he feel the need to suddenly go on a

and complete

under that pressure, his Ability Index broke through a

kill me. What