Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3683

The First Breaking of the Wheel!

The Witness uttered those words just as, behind him, a massive screen the size of an Omniverse bloomed into existence.

But it didn't feel like any random screen.

It felt real.

It felt like they were looking at a grand record etched into the very fabric of existence.

And as if to confirm it, Noah and the Infiniverse Megalos Body locked eyes with the golden-blindfolded figure of the Witness. In his ancient voice, he called out to them, green-gold tendrils emanating from his hands, floating mere inches away.

"If you allow me… you can experience the Record of the First Breaking of the Wheel yourself."

…!

"As the Witness, I have seen it. I have preserved it. And at this moment, I can show it in a true sense by allowing you to experience it yourselves."

To experience the First Breaking of the Wheel.

Even the idea was terrifying. Noah's weavings of existence burned brilliantly, his True Sources analyzing the green-gold tendril before him as he coldly reached for it.

That tendril radiated a terrifying purity and complexity far beyond the Mythic Signature of the Great Beyonder.

It held a True Source Noah hadn't yet fully understood, but he recognized it with a sense of familiarity.

He gave a light nod to his Construct beside him. As he grabbed the tendril, an incandescent green-gold brilliance bathed everything nearby.

And then, part of his consciousness was pulled elsewhere.

To another weaving of existence entirely.

To the flow of an age lost to eons.

To the record of the First Breaking of the Wheel!

—

"Haha, Little Witness, are you really dozing off right now? Shouldn't you act out your name and title and be here to witness this grandiose event?"

The voice stirred Noah from what felt like a deep reverie, an impossibly long dream.

HUUUM!

In the depths of his existence, the stellar obsidian radiance of his True Source of Existence buzzed, anchoring him. He knew who he was. This was a record. This was the dream.

He spread his senses outward.

He was in a small body- young, maybe a teenager. But his eyes couldn't see.

A green blindfold wrapped around them, tied neatly at the back of his head. His robe was simple—white and green—covering him from top to bottom.

Even when he looked inward, he found a calm, silent True Source at the Nascent Source-Bearer Complexity level.

It was… the True Source of Continuity.

This was the True Source of the Witness!

But the real shock was his surroundings.