Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3798

Chapter 3798: A Quintessential Place! I

Master Shen stepped forward, his presence still as casual as ever, gourd lazily swinging at his side. He gave a slight nod to the serene figure seated before the X-shaped gateway.

"Vivana," he drawled.

The woman, clad in robes that shimmered like falling dusk, lifted her head slowly. Her voice was a calm ripple across the strings of Destiny and Kismet that coiled around them.

"You couldn’t stay away for long, could you?" Master Vivana, the Originus Venerant guardian of this place, murmured.

Shen chuckled and took a slow swig from his gourd. "You know me."

Then he turned toward Noah, who stood a few steps behind him, Sigrid still tethered to his wrist. The rope shimmered gently between them, catching the flicker of Fate that flowed through this domain.

"Young Paradox," Master Shen said, his tone now steadier, less playful. "How about doing the honors? Since none of us can seem to guess why that key just so happens to match the gateway we’ve guarded for eons."

...!

His words echoed lightly across the silent domain. All eyes turned to Noah.

Master Hannibal stood at the far edge of the circle, his gaze like a coiled blade. The other Masters and Etheopa, Primarchs like Kalysta...watched him closely, their collective presence like a mountain of stilled storms.

Noah simply nodded.

He said nothing as he began to drift forward, the tether at his wrist causing Sigrid to float behind him like a quiet balloon.

In his palm, the Living Origin Key of Existence buzzed.

It pulsed softly at first... then stronger.

Master Vivana stirred slightly, as if to speak- but Shen moved beside her, voice low and calm as he began explaining. Her eyes widened slightly as she listened, nodding slowly.

Ahead, the circle of seated Primarchs didn’t move.

But they parted.

Silently.

Twelve beings of immeasurable power- each with raw Complexity and Purity surpassing 700,000 SU- split the path, their eyes following Noah with intensity and something akin to caution.

True Power.

Noah could feel it in the air. It wasn’t just about Lattices or Quotients.

It was the fact that he, not them, was walking forward.

That he, not them, held the key.

That he, not them, had unlocked the anomaly no other being could even approach.

As Noah neared the floating X-shaped gateway, the Living Origin Key vibrated violently in his hand, the crimson-gold runes etched upon it spinning faster, interlocking with complex patterns to most eyes.

HUUM!

A beam of brilliant crimson-gold light shot forward from the key, slamming into the center of the gateway.

Light exploded.

The gateway shuddered, then began to shift.

Its limbs unfolded like blooming petals of an ancient flower garden, radiant structures spinning outward in beautiful, terrifying symmetry.

From its heart, brilliant energy surged into the surrounding fold, dragging pieces of folded space toward itself.

From it...

A tower began to form.

Crimson-gold, born of collapsed existences and shining threads of Destiny and Kismet alongside something even grander. Its surface swirled with runes and folded dimensions, its height unmeasurable, its presence undeniable!

It seemed larger than a Wheel of Existence, and as small as a World at the same time as distance was but a suggestion for it.

A tower constructed of authority.

And when it fully formed, when the last rune stitched into place and the glow reached its apex...

BOOM!

A pulse of light erupted from its summit.

It wasn’t destructive.

It wasn’t gentle.

It simply was.

A wave of crimson-gold brilliance that wrapped around every single entity present. From the lowliest Primarch to the highest Master of Existence.

Noah felt the wave roll over him like a storm of silence.

And then...

WAP!

The space was empty.

Gone were the Masters.

Gone were the Primarchs.

Gone was even Noah and Sigrid.

Only the newly awakened tower remained.

Floating in quiet reverence, humming with impossible energy...a Living Origin Tower of the Veiled Sunfolds now stood silently under the folds of existence.

—

The crimson-gold light was blinding.

Noah narrowed his eyes as it slowly began to dim, the weight of its brilliance peeling away layer by layer until his surroundings came into focus once more.

He was no longer in the domain where Master Shen had brought them.

They had been moved.

Transported- forcefully and deliberately.

The Foldspace around him was different now.

Thicker. Heavy. Distinct!

His first instinct was to reach for his tether.

Sigrid was still there, floating gently beside him, her expression caught in a blend of curiosity and wariness.

Kalysta hovered nearby as well, her gaze sharp as ever- but the numbers, Noah realized quickly, had shifted dramatically.