Dimensional Descent

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Leonel slowly lowered the Laevis Bow, his expression calm and his movement unhurried. After reaching the Seventh Dimension, he felt that even most Ninth Dimensional experts simply weren't a match for him, God Constitution or not. Maybe only those with Dharmas could put up a fight, but if it was a weak Dharma, they would quickly find themselves on the other end of death. And if they were sneak attacked like that Laevis elder from earlier, they would die even quicker. As far as he was concerned, the only ones with a real chance to kill him now were either absolute geniuses of at least the Eighth Dimension. Such individuals were incredibly rare, and even for a super powerhouse Race like the Pluto, there might only be a handful sprinkled through each generation. Of course, there might be someone out there that could surprise him and be capable of fighting him at the same Dimension. But… He believed that now he firmly stood atop what was possible talent-wise. Even if there existed someone who could fight him at the same Dimension, that individual would certainly be several Tiers above him. And that included his wife. He had always said that he would be able to beat Aina ten out of ten times even if she was stronger than him, and he was firm in that resolve. But now, he believed his talent had surpassed hers even as a God Childe. The power of his Violet Force Dharma was unlike anything he had seen in the world just yet. And the combination of it with his father's technique and his own [Dimensional Cleanse] standing at the Seventh Dimension was enough to make the stars weep. Leonel couldn't help but smile to himself a small measure. He only realized a small fact now… He had finally returned to his peak and taken a step beyond. How long had it been since his grandfather used mysterious means to send him back to the Third Dimension? It had certainly been a long trek back. But it was well worth it. His power spoke for itself. With a thought, Leonel descended, strapping the bow to his back as though he couldn't bear to part with it for even a moment. But this action placed a great deal of pressure on the world around him. When he appeared before the Third Imperial Prince, the latter felt for a moment like he was facing off against his father. It was a feeling that even Alienor had only been able to replicate in part. But right now… Leonel had captured almost the entire essence of it. They looked different from one another, and their temperaments couldn't be further apart, yet the Third Imperial Prince was even more sure of his assessment. It was no wonder the Emperor had always shown such favoritism to this grandson of his. Emperor Fawkes had never made it a secret that he preferred some descendants over others. The Third Imperial Prince had always been jealous of Alienor and the First Imperial Prince, but there were likewise other Princes and Princesses that were jealous of him. However, none of them could have expected that it was a brat born long before them in an ironic twist of fate that would actually be the most favored… And yet also the most hated. The Third Imperial Prince relaxed when he had this thought, and a hint of his dignified air returned. Ironically, it might precisely be because Emperor Fawkes favored Leonel too much that they had a falling out. A mountain couldn't house two tigers. "Round everyone up. We're returning," Leonel said. The Third Imperial Prince frowned when he heard this, but Leonel had already vanished. Everyone looked toward him to see what he would do. Technically speaking, Leonel was a prisoner here. He had even less of a right to command as a result, let alone the fact that he couldn't just end the war with the Four Great Families because he felt like it. Yet, to everyone's shock, the Third Imperial Prince echoed Leonel's words. They all seemed to realize at that moment that something big must have happened. The Third Imperial Prince was speculating that it must be related to the odd change in the attack pattern of the Four Great Families, but he wasn't sure what it was. Since Leonel dared to say these things, he was smart enough to know that there had to be a reason. Returning now was most important. … There was a flood of retreat from the Inbetween World as the Fawkes gave up valuable progress. Things went about as Leonel had expected. This uncle of his was smart. Between smart people, there wasn't a need to explain much, especially when Leonel didn't ever really feel like it anyway. If Leonel was correct, news of the Pluto's actions was only just being disseminated now. The Sylvans were helping out the Four Great Families, so it made sense that they would react in time. But news wouldn't necessarily make it everywhere else as quickly. In the end, the Sylvans were still the top dogs of information in the God Realm. They would certainly be the first to know of any information. This time around, Leonel had technically been the first, but only thanks to Anastasia. Because of these changes, the battle against the Four Great Families felt small and insignificant. Or at the very least, it couldn't be fought in the same way. There would be an easier opportunity to wipe them out in the chaos, and that was when he would strike to pull them up by their roots. As for the details of it all, he didn't care one way or another. He still needed to bide time for his own army to be up and running. And in that case, he would spend time doing something that he had already promised his wife he would do long ago… See her father. The return to the Ascension Empire was swift.  This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.