Dimensional Descent

Lady Emberheart looked up with shaky eyes, her heart trembling.

The dichotomy between the casualness of Leonel’s style of dress and the aura he was exuding was simply too much. She had never felt so inferior in her entire life.

The crown solidified on Leonel’s head and a pulse of light rippled to the outside world.

Lady Emberheart trembled again.

He had actually succeeded.

A Dharma should have been in the shape of a human. Or, more accurately, it should have been in the shape of the Race that created it. This was the simplest sort of manifestation to form because it was just a projection of oneself.

Idols, however, could take many forms. They could be a humanoid, but they could also be weapons or things of the like.

Leonel’s King Force Dharma was in the shape of a crown, very clearly the shape that it would have taken had it continued to become an Idol.

However, Leonel had forced it into the state of a Dharma.

The main difference wasn’t in power. In fact, it might even be argued that his King Force Dharma was even more powerful than his King Force Idol would have been. This was because his King Force Dharma was ironically more in line with the true power of King Force, doing things as it pleased and going around breaking the rules of the world.

The real main difference, however, was that Leonel’s aura still had a malleability to it that those who had successfully formed Idols wouldn’t.

One was only allowed to form one Idol in their lifetime. This was a hard rule. And after it was formed, one’s path was set and it was difficult to defect to another.

Forming an Idol also made it far more difficult even just to comprehend other things. It was like one gained a one-track mind that couldn’t be deviated from its path.

Ironically, in a lot of ways, forming an Idol was like becoming some version of the past Anastasia. You might have all the intelligence in the world, but your thoughts would become rigid and inflexible, set down a certain path like you were wearing blinders.

That said, although this made Idols sound bad, that wasn’t the case at all.

Usually, one would spend an entire lifetime refining themselves to reach the point where they could form an Idol in the first place. An Idol, by definition, would already be a combination of everything you had already learned. Technically speaking, once you formed one, you would never need to comprehend another path in the first place.

But that was why those who saw Leonel could only shed their own tears in silence.

Only a man like this one would actually dare to so carelessly give up the right to form an Idol… and such a powerful one at that.

However… his breakthrough had unfortunately left their world in shambles. She couldn’t help but wonder just how many had died in such a commotion.

Leonel was still sitting there in silence, looking up and into the skies as though he was lost in thought.

He opened his mouth suddenly and spoke a single word.

”Reverse.”

The shattered world of Spirituals trembled, and all of a sudden, the breaks and fissures reformed one after another. But it wasn’t just that… even the dead Spirituals seemed to have come back to life.

Leonel stood to his feet, his heart almost solid in the dense light they exuded.

”Gather everyone up. Your people will be coming with me.”

Lady Emberheart’s pupils constricted. But… she didn’t dare to refute.

Whether it was for the prophecy or Leonel’s individual strength… how could they dare?

This was what their Ancestors had been waiting for all this time, and even if they were unwilling, what could they do against a man who could destroy a world with a breakthrough and reform it with a word?

However, as Lady Emberheart began to act, she was even more shocked.

She realized that Leonel hadn’t just repaired the world; he had revived everyone.

Was this the power of someone who was in the Seventh Dimension?

How could she even begin to accept such a thing?

…

Leonel stood high in the skies, still lost in his thoughts.

He had used his King Force just now to accelerate his breakthrough. It wasn’t as simple as adding energy to him. Instead, his King Force had analyzed his entire body and then retroactively optimized all of the training he had done in the last several decades he had experienced, practically doubling its efficiency in one go.

That was to say that his King Force had made it seem like he had trained for double the time he really did…

And yet, he had only progressed from the Sixth Dimension to the Seventh.

Just how large were the leaps between his Dimensional Tiers? It seemed that breaking through would be even more troublesome than he thought.

But first, he would have to do something about his Inner Worlds. Right now, they were in a configuration he didn’t like at all, especially since he had been forced to absorb so many Invalid Worlds back then.

’One step at a time,’ Leonel thought to himself, looking off into the distance. He could feel that he likely wouldn’t have the time to do all of this. ’I’ll finish with a trip to the Rapax world and then return as quickly as possible. I have a bad feeling about all of this…’

…

Lady Emberheart stood with her hands trembling. She still couldn’t seem to calm down. The more she thought about what happened, the harder it was for her to accept, and the more confused she was about it all.

”What is wrong?”

Lord Emberheart caught his wife’s hands, stopping them from shaking so much.

”I…” Lady Emberheart didn’t want to say it; it was too shocking. However, beneath the pressing of her husband, she eventually spoke the words from her heart.

”Don’t you think… don’t you think that he looks and feels too much like a Spiritual now?”