Dimensional Descent

 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.

At the same time, Blackstar's roar seemed to cause the skies to pale.

This time, he didn't transform into any other creature. Instead, he remained on Leonel's shoulder, and his Shadow World bloomed, layering on top of Leonel's Destruction World.

This 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 reason…

An enormous blackhole appeared high in the skies, trembling with a mighty might.

Sometimes it appeared to be a sinkhole with unfathomable depths. Sometimes it looked like a rotating black star with a mixture of textured dark silvers and violets within. Sometimes it would appear to be a billowing bundle of flames, prepared to incinerate the entire world.

An Idol.

Not just any Idol, but an Inherited Idol.

In the world, there were three forms of Idols, all of which were separated into Grades: False Idols, True Idols, and Inherited Idols.

None would necessarily be better than the other, however, there were some generalities.

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

Inherited Idols were Idols so powerful that they outlasted the existence of the person that created them. Even after this God passes away, their doctrine remains and Existence continues to form and create their Forces, allowing others to use them.

Drake's Gun Force would almost certainly become an Inherited Idol in the future. Leonel had no doubt about that unless someone made a stronger form of Gun Force. But with Leonel's help… could that even happen?

However, what was shocking in this moment wasn't the fact that Blackstar had awakened an Inherited Idol…

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

The Idol of Destruction.

An Idol only accessible to True Gods of Destruction. An Idol that a little mink should have no relationship with at all.

And now this impossibly powerful little mink was on Leonel's side.

Suddenly, his words of sarcasm earlier rang truer than ever before. If they had been dismissed earlier… it was simply impossible to do that now.

Only now did everyone realize that Leonel Morales had survived to this point despite their plans, despite their machinations, despite their unending, undying killing intent.

If they believed that dealing with him would be so easy…

BOOM!

Ten Stars appeared behind Leonel, and his aura skyrocketed. The Destruction World beneath him, with the support of Little Blackstar's Destruction Idol, reached another level entirely.

And yet, despite the aura of Destruction around him, Leonel smiled lightly.

His mind was clear and fresh. He wasn't affected by thoughts of rage, nor did he feel the need to suddenly go on a rampage.

He was in full and complete control of his mind.

And under that pressure, his Ability Index broke through a final thin layer, and the world became his oyster.

"Didn't you hear what the old turtle said? Come kill me. What are you all just standing there for?"

Leonel took a breath, and the whole world howled.

Nobody moved.

Leonel shook his head. "See that, wife? They look down on your husband, but then when it's time to act, they're as timid as mice. What is a man to do?"

Aina covered her lips and smiled. She was trying to be serious and angry. Could this man not joke around for once?

BANG!

Suddenly, someone moved. It seemed to be a subordinate of Zoltene. He appeared so fast that most couldn't even track him, and in an instant, he had appeared in range of the Destruction World, just about to step onto it.

However, the moment his foot stepped onto it, everyone's expression changed.

The man was still running forward, but first, he lost his clothes, then his skin, then his flesh.

A rattling skeleton fell… And the most fearsome part was that from start to finish…

He didn't even seem to notice.

Before Leonel could make another quippy remark, though… the situation changed once again.

BOOM!

The skies split, and another party of people appeared.

When Leonel saw who it was, his eyes couldn't help but narrow.

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