Dimensional Descent

The world seemed to be overturned. The clouds became rolling waves, the winds rose and fell like tsunamis, and a violent violet aura painted it all, masking it in a majesty that made few want to oppose it.

The enormous golden figure of Leonel began to shrink. The gold condensed into a purple-gold that reflected the lights of the world. However, it didn’t look like anything remotely human. Though it was humanoid, there was nothing else…

The only ones who understood what was going on were those with sharp enough visions. They understood that the reason Leonel looked more like a solid violet-gold statue than a human right now was because [Instant Recovery] had suddenly reached a new level at the same time that the requirements for Leonel’s body had skyrocketed.

Leonel’s constitution had reached a new tier entirely, and because of that, the energy required had touched a truly unfathomable level… A level only possible for the greatest geniuses to ever step foot into the world.

The first time Leonel’s Dream Asura constitution awakened, he cleared floors the best Seventh Dimensional powerhouses of the Void Tower should have been capable of as a mere Fifth Dimensional existence.

The second time Leonel’s Dream Asura constitution awakened, he was only in the Sixth Dimension, but he wiped out entire Domains of people with casual waves of his hand. By that point, despite the fact his foundation was shoddy, that he had only been born in an Incomplete World, he had a strength that could match the Ninth Dimensional experts of true Complete Worlds.

Now, Leonel was entirely different. He seemed to still be in the Sixth Dimension, but comparing the him of then to the him of now would be nothing short of foolish. Even if there were trillions of his past self, all working together, they wouldn’t stand a single battle with his current self.

The power he had displayed back then was without a single Impetus State Force, it was without a single Incomplete World fused, it was without his Destruction World, without his father’s [Final Destruction] technique, without an adequate comprehension of [Dimensional Cleanse], and most importantly…

Without the capability of even accessing the full range of his abilities.

Every time Leonel used his Dream Asura constitution in the past, he had an inability to remember what happened because his non-enlightened self didn’t have the mental capacity to keep up with even a fraction of a second of thought from his enlightened self.

On top of that, the constitution wasn’t his own. It was like play putty in the hands of the Demoness, so she could turn it on and off at will. And by virtue of allowing her to do this, the constitution didn’t truly accept that it was Leonel’s.

But now, things were different.

Originally, if not for the machinations of the Demoness, Leonel would have been born with his Dream Asura bloodline intact. Maybe he would have had some scales and horns, maybe that would have only appeared after a transformation. But regardless, it would have been his.

It could be said that this moment was a long time coming. Leonel truly didn’t want to have to use this, it was why he had waited so long. He had made a promise, and… he knew exactly how this would end.

But that voice in his head was correct. Of course, that voice wasn’t truly some other existence. It was himself.

Leonel had long reached the state of perfect tranquility. Even the Demoness couldn’t control him, let alone some dark voice in the back of his head.

Still, if he allowed his pride to get in the way of doing what needed to be done, consequences be damned, then he would truly still be the same Leonel of the past, more interested in his ego than actually keeping the people around him alive.

His brothers had died too many times for him, his wife had died right before his eyes, his father had sacrificed everything he had for his sake…

Why was he the only one that couldn’t sacrifice anything? Why was he the only one always so obsessed with the perfect victory that he was unwilling to take a step back?

CRACK.

The statue of violet gold rippled and cracks began to appear on its surface. It fractured like an egg and blinding violet lights pooled out of it.

CLATTER. CLATTER. DOOM.

BANG!

The fragments flew out in all directions in an uncontrolled spiral, revealing Leonel’s form beneath.

A hollow wind swept by and the world turned to silence.

Leonel stood there without a word. Standing at over five meters tall, his muscles rippled with a dense air. Every time his heart beat, an echo would rock the space nearly to the point of shattering.

Violet scales dotted his body and a pair of horns that pierced toward the skies graced his forehead.

Leonel had always been a somewhat handsome man, but he had never been handsome to the point of turning heads and entrapping women… at least not when his temperament and arrogance were ignored.

But right now, it could only be said that he had climbed to the top of what it meant to be an ideal man. Every muscle was perfectly placed, his jaw was sharp, his eyes were lofty… and the demonic air around him was simply suffocating to an extreme.

A long river of violet hair danced to his back and his pale violet eyes had darkened considerably, almost looking like deep, amethyst gems sparkling and reflecting light.

However, other than this, nothing else seemed to have changed at all. He was still in the Sixth Dimension, his Divine Armor was still the same, he didn’t have any new insights or breakthroughs…

There didn’t seem to be anything separating him from any other absolute genius of the God Realm who was also in the Sixth Dimension. In the eyes of many, maybe this was only enough to place him among the top three talents of each individual God Race.

How could this change anything?