Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3639

Chapter 3639 True! II

Be true.

He spoke grandly like a teacher addressing a student. Like a blacksmith commanding their hammer. Like his very existence was summoning the weavings of the Singed to take their next step forward!

And in the true Frequency of the Singed, a profound change began to bloom as countless eyes turned toward it.

The Remnant Weavings of the Origin Singed looked on, seated atop a silver-white spoke over the Wheel.

The figures of Emelline of the First Flame and Mysara floated in the distance, near the True Heart of Existence. Their Sources thrummed and resonated as they turned their gazes toward Noah.

Everyone could feel it- something was about to happen, even if they didn't know what.

And the man atop the trunks of the Aorta of the True Heart of Existence stopped breathing in those terrifying, pure white flames and blood. His body radiated a pulse of unfathomable light.

He floated, wrapped in grandeur as white flames and shimmering seas of purity spun around him, encircling freely.

A moment of peace. Of raw and Quintessential power.

And then…

DUM!

Like the beating of a celestial heart, Noah raised his leg and took a step forward.

As though he were walking a path- a sacred road he had built himself!

He had walked this pathway for so long. He had constructed it with his own hands, with countless authorities and treasures from boundless Sources.

And now, this final step…this was the step Existence would witness.

They saw only that step. None of the storms it took to reach this point. None of the trials and tribulations!

Only the movement.

And with that single step, from one end of the path to the other…

BOOM!

His body was consumed in a dazzling bloom of white-gold flame thay covered everything.

The flames swallowed even the True Heart of Existence! They engulfed Emelline and Mysara!

They stretched outward for a full light-year, a storm of power impossibly vast and endlessly complex!

"Ah…"

Emelline and Mysara felt their own weavings buzz violently as they were subjugated by waves of purification, their complexities beginning to surge uncontrollably.

The flame that bloomed from Noah was so intricate, so pure, that even the distant form of the Origin Singed stood, no longer seated.

He stared ahead, eyes gleaming, as he and countless others bore witness to the emergence…of a True Source.

A True Source of the Singed, born in a fashion never seen before.

HUUM!

| The Pathway to the True Source of the Singed has been walked. |

| At the end of the pathway, you have obtained the True Source of the Singed. |

| The complexity of your existence has undergone a significant advancement as a new milestone has been achieved. |

Complexity!

A strange, curious thing to try and measure.

The complexity of a Source was unlike anything else as it varied depending on the one who walked the path.

Countless beings had come before Noah as many had walked their own roads and become Lesser, Greater, or Prime Sources.

And yet Noah's path was something else entirely. His Source was different! So vastly different from all who came before him.

Within a certain Mundi of Power in the True Source Atlas of Existence, a flame bloomed that was so blindingly bright that the moment it was born, it spread across the entire wheel-like structure of the Atlas.

In one sweeping motion…it would push them all 27 more times until every single one reached the Final Severed State! _{freewebnøvel.coɱ}