Dimensional Descent

Chapter 3125 Throne

Chapter 3125  Throne

Leonel appeared high in the skies.

Coming to the Mortal Realms after so much time in Demi-God and God Realms felt… odd. There was a pressure on his body as though the world was trying to expel him. But luckily, his Dimension was low enough, and his Dimensional Method was odd enough, that he wasn't directly expelled.

He had already been by the Dwarven Race.

As expected, he didn't give them much of a choice and just directly took them away. He was only short of refining their world and turning it into one of his own.

Of course, he wouldn't go so far. But he had no interest in a back-and-forth.

The Dwarven Race had almost died under the assault of the Invalids. Luckily for them, Leonel had appeared to deal with the situation, and soon after the battle on the Demi-God Realm turned God Realm ended, the Invalids seemed to have vanished into thin air.

Though, Leonel was pretty sure they were hiding away somewhere on the God Realms, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. If there was anyone who didn't fear the fall of Existence, it was the Invalids who prayed for its downfall every day anyway.

But now here was the world of Spirituals.

There was an odd atmosphere in the air as he stood above it all.

They hadn't been attacked, but for some reason, Leonel felt that the world was gloomier than it should be.

The last time he came here, they were filled with happiness and cheer while he was off the battlefield after they stabbed him in the back.

But he had yet to even target them, and yet…

Suddenly, the skies shuddered and several figures appeared.

There was Lady Emberheart and her husband, along with the old male-female elder pair he had met before.

But he didn't even get a chance to say much as they fell to their knees in the air. Leonel could basically see their bodies trembling. He would have been able to see it even if his senses weren't so sharp.

They seemed to have a great amount of fear in the depths of their souls.

Leonel raised an eyebrow but he didn't say much at first, just silently observing them. However, the longer he stared, the less inclined they were to raise their heads.

Lady Emberheart had grown extremely powerful, and from what Leonel could tell, she had already successfully formed a Dharma and wasn't far from forming an Idol.

She was the most powerful of them here, but she was shaking the most fiercely as though she likewise understood the situation better than all the rest of them.

Well… she was right.

As powerful as they were, they were mere mortals. Honestly speaking, even if Leonel couldn't defeat her through straightforward and easy means, he still had a million and one ways to crush her.

Still, he didn't feel like this was the reason they were acting like this.

Finally, he began to speak, and the information he got later only made his eyebrows raise higher.

"Show me this Throne."

…

Leonel stood in front of this Throne for the second time, his gaze flickering.

Something about this Throne felt odd.

When he listened to the stories of the Spirituals, he was even more taken aback.

The prophecies of the tablets were written after the fact? By a blade that transcended time, coming from an unknown future to etch them?

Leonel looked down at his hand. Was it a coincidence?

Spear Force flared in his palm and suddenly, the Time around it began to warp.

If it was before, he wouldn't think much of it. But now it felt like too much of a coincidence. He had only just given his Weapon Forces the character needed to control time and space. No… even his Dream Force had only just gained such characteristics as well.

Could it be that he was only meant to come here now?

It seemed that his future self had a sense of humor, and a ridiculous ego too. But he had to admit, this was a crazy flex.

Going back in time with your blade to write prophecies about yourself.

It, in one part, made the "chosen one" narrative ridiculous. He had fooled even the Primordial Terror into thinking he was someone great when really he was just putting himself on a pedestal.

But on the other hand, he found it hilarious. At least he hadn't lost his sense of humor after he lost everything.

The sound of Leonel chuckling made the hearts of the Spirituals quake. They didn't quite understand what he was trying to get at.

"You say that when the person who's meant to sit on this Throne does so you'll return to the Human Race?" Leonel asked.

"Yes!" Lady Emberheart replied with conviction.

"And the reason you tried to kill me is because of that?"

"… We—."

"Just answer the question, I don't bite… most of the time."

Lady Emberheart's heart fluttered. But she still grit her teeth in the end and nodded.

"Yes."

"Mm…"

Leonel nodded. He could understand it. If they put so much hope into this Throne, the fact that he tried to pull them back into the fold early would be a huge red flag to them.

Returning to the Human Race before the Throne was claimed was unacceptable to them. That wasn't something that they could allow.

Since Leonel hadn't shown signs of being that person, they chose to kill him.

What they didn't expect was that Leonel had just not fully awakened yet.

Suddenly, Leonel turned and plopped down onto the Throne.

The world shook and overturned, a beam of light cutting through the sunlight above as though the Northern Star itself was reacting.

Leonel felt his body hit by a great force. His bones creaked and his inner organs whined.

However…

He could feel that his Dimensional Level was suddenly accelerating forward.

Leonel's eyes narrowed, a violet energy surging through him.

Violet Force.