Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3666

Chapter 3666 Ashes I

The True Frequency of the Singed.

Inside it, Noah remained atop the blistering True Heart of Existence.

The same True Heart of Existence that was considered the Source of the scattered Flames of the Wheel of Existence—and only a fraction of what made up the Absolute Complex True Source that was the Wheel of Existence.

Its gloriously pure white flames and blood continued to surge into his body as he sought to harness that unparalleled purity to elevate his other pathways, testing if they, too, could ascend to the level of True Sources.

The effectiveness had dropped significantly after he attained the True Source of the Singed, yet he remained here nonetheless as he did not stop. _{freewёbnoνel.com}

He could feel the distant gaze of the Origin Singed. And at that moment, his expression shifted—eyes narrowing as he turned toward a distant region within the vast True Frequency of the Wheel. There, the brilliant white-gold space split apart and tore open as a shattered white Wheel of Existence pierced through, and it was carrying none other than...

Bob.

BOOM!

He crashed into the True Frequency of the Singed, having done the impossible.

He had shattered an Absolute Complex True Source—even if it had already been dead, just to brute force his way into a True Frequency of Existence.

…!

Noah's body, still draining the purity of the True Heart of Existence, now only contained the residual power of the True Source of the Singed. At most, he could express a fraction of its might through his form here.

But even that, magnified by the effects of the System of Existence of Ordo Ab Chao—wasn't enough to stop Bob.

And now, Bob was in a True Frequency of the Wheel, exactly where he wanted to be!

The moment he arrived, tears spilled from his eyes—eyes that shone like boundless singularities. Behind him, the other body of Noah followed, trailing an obsidian Pillar of Concordance and spinning halos of dark brilliance.

Bob clutched the remnants of a shattered half of a white Wheel of Existence—dim, fading into glimmers of ash. He'd used it not just to find the True Source of the Singed, but to bypass its protective folds—a feat that would've obliterated anyone else.

Half of an entire Wheel of Existence began to crumble into pure white ash. With its collapse came the release of countless souls.

Wailing entities—burning within the weavings of a dead True Source for what could have been centuries now perished.

Their cries ceased.

As if they had been released.

Towards the end, the ceasing cries of some even seemed to be those of relief as if they were thankful they did not have to live in death any longer!

A silence came.

And with that silence, Bob's face twisted with grief.

His bald head began to regenerate, flesh knitting back together as his eyes filled with the weight of what he had just done.

For so long, he'd heard those screams. And now…gone. Silenced.

The absence was unbearable.

He nearly screamed.

But he held it in. Because what he'd sacrificed… couldn't be in vain.

His will surged outward across the white-gold landscape of this True Frequency.

He saw the remnants of fallen wheels. He saw a terrifying, silver-white Wheel of Existence—its countless Spokes gleaming like spears.

And he saw the Origin Singed—its expression livid, its body seething with rising power.

The defender placed here within this sacred frequency to ensure that this very scenario never happened.

And yet Bob cast only a single glance toward the Origin Singed before shifting his gaze toward a distant horizon.