Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3663

Chapter 3663 The Complexity of the Living III

How far was Ruination from achieving the True Source of Ruination?

Such a heavy question hung in the air as two women sat in a field of snow, atop a floating island within a world nestled inside a massive Infiniverse Vein.

Ruination answered simply.

"Soon. But that's my surprise for Master. Do you have anything?"

She asked with flashing, competitive eyes.

At that moment, the figure of the Infiniverse Megalos Body rose, her stellar eyes fixed on the snowstorm that had begun to intensify over the once-tranquil land.

"The purity of the Flame of the Singed burning within me has allowed me to begin converting my vibrant complexity into refined weavings-ones nearly identical in quality to what the Affix of the Cradle of Purity can provide. I've already started collecting these weavings, and I can direct them toward the foundational Pillars of the Infiniverse Megalos to become a True Source. If you don't hurry, it might be me who gifts Master a True Source within the next hour."

BOOM!

Her words were outrageous.

Ruination stood too with a spark of seriousness in her expression.

"I… will take those Pieces and Traces of the Wheel you've gathered so far starting now."

…!

She said it with a fire in her voice.

The Infiniverse Megalos Body smiled lightly, then waved her hand—and in an instant, the snowy skies ruptured. From above, dazzling Pieces and Spokes of the Wheel, drawn from multiple Frequencies, began gushing down.

Ruination leapt skyward to collect them all.

She felt as if she were racing against time.

—

Elsewhere, within the vast Infiniverse Vein.

Noah sat on the edge of a farm.

Wind whipped his dark hair as he looked out over acres of thriving land, clothed in simple, loose-fitting white garments that revealed his sculpted form.

All around him, countless fields shimmered with potent Waves of Existence, their crops nourished by the blood of Pioneers and Source Entities he'd once discovered within the lands of Hell Terra Firma.

But he had evolved so far… that these weavings could no longer impact him much.

His thoughts briefly drifted to Hell Terra Firma, where his satellites still roamed, seeking any lingering secrets in that mysterious land devoid of Authority.

If the Primal Flame of the Wheel had been hidden there, what else could be?

It was just a passing thought in his mind.

He raised his head, sensing the connections of Ruination and the Infiniverse Megalos as he could distinctly feel they were up to something.

But he let them be as he looked out around him.

It felt almost strange, his main body sitting calmly in a farm, while other aspects of him battled Dead Things across Frequencies or explored the Infinite Ravines.

He was stretched across the cosmos, yet somehow still grounded- always right here.

Within the protective folds of the Infiniverse Megalos.

And now, he was about to embark on another fantastical endeavor within this land he called home.

He looked down at his chest—at the True Source Atlas of Existence embedded within him. His gaze landed on the last remaining empty Mundi of Power, and he murmured.

"Let's go ahead and complete the Atlas, why don't we?"

HUUM!

With the quiet command of his voice, the wheel-like Atlas began to hum and vibrate. In its final Mundi, wondrous particles began to bloom.

Noah didn't yet know what kind of System of Existence would emerge…

But he was only just laying its foundation.

And the foundation would be grand.

"Since the last system embraced Dark Matter and Anti-Matter… this final one will include all three states of existence."

WAA!

The foundation sparked to life in spectacular fashion.

In another Mundi of Power, he felt the Pathway to the Source of Ingeniare activate—buzzing with brilliance.

He raised a brow.