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 cause the

on Leonel's shoulder, and his Shadow

was no impotent Destruction World to be seen. It was as

the skies,

be a sinkhole with unfathomable depths. Sometimes it looked like a rotating black star with a mixture of textured dark silvers and violets

An Idol.

any Idol, but

three forms of Idols, all of which were separated into Grades: False Idols, True

would necessarily be better than the other,

True and Inherited Idols, while True

after this God passes away, their doctrine remains and Existence continues to form and create their Forces,

future. Leonel had no doubt about that unless someone made a stronger form of Gun Force. But with Leonel's

the fact

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

The Idol of Destruction.

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

impossibly powerful little mink was on Leonel's

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

had survived to this point

believed that dealing with him

BOOM!

and his aura skyrocketed. The Destruction World beneath him,

despite the aura of Destruction

mind was clear and fresh. He wasn't affected by thoughts of rage, nor did he

was in full and

his Ability Index broke through a final thin layer,

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