Dimensional Descent

The first time Leonel had thought of the prophecy in a long while was when he was helping out the Fawkes with their Crafts. He had felt that he was onto something back then, as though something had finally clicked for him.

But it wasn’t long after that that the Pluto appeared and he was forced to derail his thoughts, especially after he realized that he needed to really shake things up if he wanted to completely free himself from the schemes of the Demoness.

Unfortunately, after coming here, he realized that it wasn’t so easy to leave that

woman behind. If Leonel could think of using the Idol Battlefield, she certainly could as well.

Of course, there was still something Leonel benefited from.

The Idol Battlefield had come too early.

But it was the reason why it had come so early that was important.

This time, the Idol Battlefield appeared far ahead of schedule because of Leonel’s actions.

The reason why this wasn’t enough was because technically speaking, the Idol Battlefield would have had time to descend naturally given how much time Existence had left.

Although everyone was feeling the weight of the world ending, the truth was the ”near end” they all feared was still tens of thousands of years.

The only reason it felt so looming was because such a time frame was nothing more than a blink given the lifespan of a universe, let alone Existence itself.

This was all to say that the Demoness would surely have contingency plans for the Idol Battlefield. In fact, Anya’s existence was proof of precisely that.

Anya was only able to reach this step after affirming her Scythe Force Path... and she was only able to do that with the help of the Idol Battlefield.

Was that a coincidence?

Whenever it was something related to the Demoness, Leonel felt that it would be foolish for anyone to take things at face value.

This woman had schemes that ran so deep that they were hard to fathom, and there was one question that Leonel still didn’t have the answer to...

Well, there were actually multiple.

But one of the strongest of them all was...

Why the Three Finger Cult? Why was it necessary?

And now, it seemed that he had his answer.

Anya.

For whatever reason, the Demoness wanted an opportunity to speed up the end of the world, and now she had her wish.

From tens of thousands of years... Existence had just months left now at best.

As for why, Leonel still didn’t know. But he was brimming with anticipation.

The fear that should have been there was, and he had an intent blazing up from the depths of his heart.

That was because he knew that soon enough...

He would have this woman’s head on a pike.

Several times now, this Demoness had taken his efforts, twisted them in her fair hands, and made them her victories. There was no greater example of that than when he personally acted to kill the Primordial Terror, only for her to swoop in at the last moment and claim victory herself...

Such a feat should have been spoken of for countless years, but no one even seemed to recall that he had defeated a legend with nothing more than his mind,

And yet, it was practically erased from history.

He knew why that was. The Demoness didn’t want to be remembered. Even in the minds of the most powerful existences, she was probably nothing more than an afterthought. If one looked through the recollections of these events, she was maybe not mentioned at all or maybe only in passing.

But...

Now, it seemed that it was about time Leonel gave her some of her own medicine. Leonel slapped his palms together, his aura rumbling.

A shimmering light bloomed in his heart as his Innate Node shone with a brighter and brighter hue.

Deep within his body, there were several Incomplete Worlds. But these Worlds were very special...

They were the worlds of Invalids.

If there was any other Race of people who wanted to see the world end along with the Demoness, it was none other than the Invalids that seemed to have disappeared after successfully climbing to the God Realm.

But Leonel, unlike others, hadn’t forgotten.

Finally, Leonel seemed to understand the purpose of the prophecies he had left behind. They weren’t just methods of informing him of what happened in the future,

but they were small jumps, tiny distortions in reality that would allow him to trick even himself.

It was only now that he had reached an adequate level that Leonel realized that he had thought of a real solution long ago.

Back then, it seemed like he had grabbed onto the Incomplete Invalid Worlds because he had no choice. Even he thought that that was the reason...

When in reality there was another.

Leonel hadn’t just been trying to quickly fill up his Nodes for the sake of reaching the end of the Sixth Dimension...

He was laying his own trap, a trap that had been prepared ever since he formed the perfect cycle between his two Creation Sovereignties and his two Destruction

Sovereignties.

Leonel’s aura flared out.

”A union of Light and Darkness will reveal the Twelve Pointed Star... that’s cute.”

Light and Dark would certainly do it. They were the perfect dichotomies.

But what could an inferior path of Light and Dark do in the face of Creation and Destruction?

Leonel’s severed memories came flooding back to him at that moment, and he realized that the Demoness might have taken his Dream Asura Bloodline away because she needed it... but it was also because she feared what he might be able to do with it.

Light and Dark would always be powerful.

But how could it match up against Creation and Destruction?

It seemed that back then, Leonel had already realized that he was a Creation Sovereign, not a Destruction Sovereign. If he wanted to bridge that gap and perfect

it...

He would have to step into the shoes of an Invalid.

The silvers of Leonel’s eyes suddenly became entirely white.