Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse

Chapter 3280  The Wheel Turns! II

As if the words of the Great Beyonder that rang out across the Megalos Beyond all those cycles ago were reverberating right in their ears.

|Ah…|

The sentence represented how fast it would take the Instrument to become a Great One.

It seemed that by their standards…it would be akin to the blink of an eye.

Many of them had lived for multiple cycles.

Countless years.

To them, a single year was extremely short.

Some slept for thousands of years in deep slumber.

So now, they fantasized just how quickly the Instrument would take to jump onto the distinction of a Great One.

The eyes of the followers of the Great Beyonder twinkled with unquenchable fervor.

While in the distance, the eyes of the Heretical Morphons became even more stern.

Within the same Megalos Pantheon of Umbra.

|Hmph, he succeeded and became even stronger. I can't continue watching this shit, lead me to this newly discovered Omniverse. X-999, is it?|

The interminable body of Savitar spoke towards the shrouded figure of Nietzsche, the Great Ponderor.

|Mmm…|

This being nodded with a thoughtful expression as a brilliant obsidian light flowed from him and towards Savitar- a unique set of coordinates being given within the Megalos Ynnere relative where many of Savitar's bodies were in Tainted Omniverses!

With a flicker of weavings, everything was set as, at this moment; Omniverse X-999 became a target of a Great One.

His purpose this time wasn't to even form a Dark Matter Core, but to simply recoup his losses as his purpose…was slaughter!

—

The Wheel of Existence moved and turned as it wished.

Some could seek it.

Some may not even know of it.

But ultimately, too many weavings were bound by it!

After countless turns. After an unknown number of cycles.

At this moment…

The wheel turned once more.

HUUUM!

Silently.

In a manner that truly very few would even be capable of perceiving and understanding.

But the Wheel turned regardless.

As if ushering in another chapter!

Within the Megalos Beyond.

The stretches of obsidian radiance were simply too vast.

The ends were not discovered even now as even for the truly powerful that had Transcended their Existence- some did not know!

In a corner of the Megalos Beyond that was filled with absolutely nothing…

BOOM!

A singularity bloomed.

An interminably potent singularity that was filled with terrifying concentrations of the Megalos Beyond bloomed.

It was the birth of a Morphon!

And yet this birth…

HUUM!

Caused the surroundings of the Megalos Beyond to shudder as naturally a storm began to form.

The singularity released a heavy pulse of weavings as instantly, all surrounding weavings became more potent.

Richer.

So rich that by the time the massive singularity attained any indiscernible form, the surroundings had become extremely chaotic and rich as…droplets of pure weavings of the Megalos Beyond began to form!

Dew drops.

Rain.

When the rain drops fell on this being, he naturally absorbed all of them into his body as behind him, massive obsidian wings unfurled with glory.

His form…was still not so easily apparent.

But from these wings…a dense number of golden strings appeared.

So dense that they numbered millions, these lines instantly shooting out horizontally towards the Megalos Beyond, downwards towards the Megalos Ynnere, and…

…!

Millions of golden lines shot up.

They shot up unfathomably vast distances as they seemed to be seeking...the Megalos Nihilos.

|OOUUUUU!|

A fearsome cry filled with endless loathing and pain echoed from this entity.

His golden strings became reinforced with all of this loathing, and the moment they found something to bind within the Megalos Beyond- they forcefully bound it!

In a nearby Megalos Pantheon.

A large obsidian deluge of a river snaked across a massive mountain, hundreds of small squid-like Outerversal Morphon swimming within it as they conversed with each other.

|Have you heard? The appearance of the Sign! The Instrument that the Great Beyonder spoke of!| n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

…!

|Of course! They say countless connections were formed just when he was born! That for the first time, rain appeared in the megalos Beyond. Rain!|

The squid like Morphons extended their tentacles and talked to each other as…

BOOM!

The space above them split as golden lines rained down.

And no matter if they were on the First Echelon, or Third, or Fourth of Outerversal Physiology- their existence was instantly dazed and then bound as they became the Delegatus of something else entirely.

…!

Far from the Megalos Beyond.

Within the Megalos Ynnere.

Omniverse X-999.

Inside of a space filled with an endless golden sea, a golden haired man in white robes stared out with a determined gaze.

Behind him, his people underwent complex changes of Existence as…they couldn't even discern his figure.

Even if he were to be standing in front of them, they wouldn't be able to see him.

This…was a unique standing and power he held due to an unfathomable connection with his Omniverse.

As the Omniversal Ankyra!

Imperium stared at the endless sea as at this moment…

BOOOM!

His surroundings were instantly eclipsed by terrifying waves of Omniversal Authority- ones with such purity and potency that it seemed like all possible Omniversal Authorities were converging around him.

The weavings of existence in the surroundings instantly exploded with terrifying concentration and potency.

Auras of pure weavings of existence began to form, these auroras quickly forming into miniature rivers before they expanded to form into a multicolored sea!

At the center of all this, Imperium felt his existence stretched out as he began to meld with Existence.

As he became One With Existence!

At the same time, his existence was being compressed and refined into increasingly small particles before they exploded with even more mass and energy- a shocking transformation taking place as by the time it was done, an entirely different class of entity would take the stage.

Far from this location.

Across weavings of Existence and Anti-Existence.

Within the Megalos Nihilos.

In a space of endless white space.

So endlessly white that it would burn one's very existence.

In such a place, a wriggling, wormlike singularity bloomed.