Dimensional Descent

BANG!

The body of the Regulator shattered as Leonel’s aura soared.

The Idol Battlefield found itself being ground to dust between Leonel’s Creation and Destruction World, the very fabric of its existence being shredded to ash.

Chaos.

The unpredictability of Creation and Destruction, the blurring of the lines between them and the rush of improbable events.

Leonel was an anomaly that stood beyond just Creation and Destruction.

At that moment, the Northern Star that had formed such a great and solid connection with Anya suddenly felt itself being ripped out of her control.

In one moment, Anya had been the center of the world... but in the next, it was no one else but Leonel himself who stood at the peak of all things.

The Northern Star shuddered and if it had an eye, it would seem to have looked over, changing its focus from Anya to Leonel.

A third and final Dharma began to shimmer into existence above Leonel’s head. The first was his Crown. It sat hovering above his bed of dancing violet hair with the momentum fit for a King. It was simple, almost to the point of looking more like a halo than it did a crown. It wasn’t overbearing, but rather seemed to embrace the world with large arms. Gentle and caring, but sturdy and strong enough to hold up the skies if need be.

Then there was Leonel’s Royal Crest, his second Dharma.

A quill, a bow, and a spear crossed one another, fanning out in three directions.

The outer rim of the crest brimmed with a violet gold color with a subtle underlying silver hue. It took the shape of a badge, its edges sharp in some regions and gently sloping in others.

It was far larger than the crown halo above Leonel’s head, standing almost like a tower shield in the skies.

And then came Leonel’s third Dharma...

A Star.

A Violet Star.

It stood opposing the Northern Star, boldly facing it.

Deep within, the swimming structures of a Void Beast and an Infinity Beast could be seen. They were subtle and almost non-existent... if one tried to look too closely, the star itself could burn one’s very soul, shredding it to pieces in a whirlwind of chaos and destruction.

However, if one had a will that was bold enough and eyes that were strong enough, it would be possible to see their forms hidden within.

These weren’t the true creations, but rather simple projections. In fact, their forms were less important than the laws that swirled around them.

There had been many God Beasts of Destruction in the past... much the same way there had been many God Beasts of Creation...

What Leonel cared about weren’t their forms, but their power, what they represented, what they were to their truest inner core.

BOOM!

The last of the Idol Battlefield was ground to dust. Leonel’s hand squeezed and the Regulator’s head shattered to pieces, only for its bits and pieces to be sucked into his body.

Opening his arms to the world, Leonel’s silver violet robes fluttered as his aura began to skyrocket.

From the First Tier of the Eighth Dimension to the Second, and from the Second to the Third...

His power continuously leapt upward, rocketing through the Dimensions until it reached the Ninth Tier of the Eighth.

Leonel took a deep breath and his sharpened before he unleashed a roar that was heard across time and space.

BOOM!

The barrier to the Ninth Dimension shattered into countless pieces as Leonel’s body unleashed a tremble and splintered the space around him into countless pieces.

The restlessness of Leonel’s aura finally seemed to slowly settle down only after this.

The world felt so much brighter to him, as though any and everything was resting in the very palm of his hands.

”This is it.’

He spoke these words only to himself as he looked up into the skies. Tolliver’s body slowly sank into his and his Divine Armor vanished along with the trembling cascading

forms of his Dharmas.

Leonel clenched his fists.

The Ninth Dimension.

For a long time, he could only gaze at it from afar. But then when he came to the

Dimensional Verse, it almost felt like an insignificant Realm, one that so many had touched upon. But now... it was once again a full circle moment.

The Ninth Dimension was truly a demarcating line, one that separated the weak from the strong.

Most who could manage it would slow their progress through the Dimensions for the sake of bolstering their Force Manipulation first, and there were very good reasons for

this.

The weight of one’s Dimensions was far heavier when one’s Force Manipulations could keep up. You usually only received one chance at this sort of baptism.

It could be said that Leonel’s breakthrough into the Ninth Dimension, though... was entirely unprecedented.

That was because he had waited until he not only had one Dharma, but three of them... And each one of these three Dharmas was more than powerful enough to have been an Idol all on its own. In fact, in the case of his Royal Crest Dharma, it was the equivalent of three Idols, taking up the forms of his Spear, Quill, and Bow Forces into

one.

But now, the roadblock to forming an Idol felt impossible to cross. It was like Leonel was staring up at a mountain without a peak. It reached so high into the skies that he couldn’t even see it past the clouds it pierced through.

But...

Leonel’s lip curled into a smirk.

He was very much used to lifting mountains.

Leonel looked down from the skies to find that after he had dealt with Anya’s greatest strength, the disadvantage his wife and brothers had been in had decreased

considerably.

Leonel waved a hand and the Segmented Cube appeared in his palm. Soon, a

shimmering Anastasia had appeared.

She opened her mouth to speak.

”Don’t.” Leonel said firmly before smiling and rubbing her head. ”This isn’t your fault,

you don’t have to apologize for anything.”

Anastasia blinked.

After she had gained her senses back and was no longer restrained by the Segmented Cube, there was a distance between herself and Leonel that was hard to fathom. Unfortunately, it wasn’t something that she could easily fix. She honestly didn’t know how to do so. She didn’t have the emotions of a human. But Leonel’s next words left her in a heap of tears again.

”What are you standing there for? Don’t you want to meet your godchildren?”

09:49 -

Leonel grabbed Anastasia’s little hand and he flickered and vanished, appearing on a floating rock in the depths of space where the two little tykes were currently

bickering.

Leah and Leo didn’t know how to react to the little girl that was a sobbing mess before them. Anastasia barely looked any older than them, but they found themselves having

to comfort her.

Leonel watched with a smile, especially when Leah offered the pretty little lotus Raj

had made for her to Anastasia in hopes that would make her feel better. But that only

made Anastasia cry harder.

Leonel looked down at the Segmented Cube in his palm. He could feel that Anastasia had never stopped working to help everyone within. In these years, he had made a great number of improvements to the forces under Leonel’s banner.

’We’ll be needing these...”

Leonel was very much focused on the Demoness, but he knew that this wasn’t a battle

he would be able to win on his own. As powerful as he had grown, he would never underestimate the hidden Ancestors of Existence. Or more accurately... he would never underestimate the Demoness’ ability to manipulate and make use of them. The Ancestors of the Sylvans, the Pluto, and the Void Race would be handled by him and Aina. But they still had countless subordinates under them.

If he wanted to achieve what he wanted to, he needed an army... and now, he had that. Aina suddenly appeared by Leonel’s side, heaving for breath.

Leonel looked over and carefully wiped a line of blood away from the corner of her

mouth.

”Did you have fun?” He asked with a smile.

Aina blinked as though surprised by the question for a small while before a gorgeous

smile spread across her face.

She nodded like an enthusiastic little girl, the dichotomy between her bright expression and beautiful countenance contrasting with the blood that caked her and

her battle ax.

Leonel raised his head to the skies and unleashed a booming laughter.

”Good. In that case, we will return now.”

The fighting intent within Leonel was blooming as well. He too was eager for battle. It

was time to put an end to all of this. But first...

There was something else that he needed to handle.

The Human Race could only have a single head. There was only room for a single King,

and that King could only be him.

It seemed that the match between himself and his grandfather could only happen

now.

”Let’s return to the Ascension Empire.”

[Just this one last chapter for today... dkm. Tbh, as DD gets closer to the end, there’ll

be more one chapter days like this one. They should hopefully be action packed, though. By the end of the year, DD will likely conclude. Happy reading!]