Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse

Chapter 3325  A Sacred Eye Opens in the Megalos Beyond! II

An eye inherited from an Origin Sacred Primal Megalonian!

Its capabilities were already shown to be utterly disastrous when Noah utilized it within the Megalos Ynnere, but what about its usage in the Megalos Beyond?

With the eye opening, Noah felt like his vision was permeating across all the folds of the Pantheon of Umbra as nothing could escape his sight.

The stellar skies. The dark earth. The tall mountains. The horror inducing structures erected throughout it. The tentacles and fur of countless Outerversal Morphons.

Every single thing fell into his eyes as an inflow of information only kept coming in en masse, with his focus being the closest ones here!

[Aspasia]:: State of Existence- One With Existence. Source of Existence- Outerversal. Lifespan- 2 Megalos Cycle/90 Megalos Cycles. Records of Weavings- An entity in tune with the weavings of the Great Beyonder at a higher level than most since she was born from threads of a Source of a Crucible…

[Third Body of the Great Wheel]:: State of Existence- Quasi-Ordinance Amalgamation. Source of Existence- Outerversal. Lifespan- 44 Megalos Cycle/110 Megalos Cycles. Records of Weavings- Some limitations arise in attaining the more closed off records of this entity due to the disparity inside complexity…

…!

The eye was utterly terrifying.

It showed the weavings of Aspasia before they flowed towards The Great Wheel- with this entity actually having passed the state of declaring his Ordinance of Existence as, at this moment, he had already begun his Amalgamation.

If he failed, there was the collapse of his existence.

If he passes, he could spend the next cycles increasing his complexity and seeing whether Existence Severing would be something he could reach in his lifetime!

But there seemed to be a theme as many powerful entities…were held at the Quasi-Ordinance Amalgamation as they didn't fully take that last step.

They were afraid to proceed ahead as the results of failure were truly too cataclysmic!

Ozymandias nodded as his gaze continued to pierce across the Pantheon of Umbra.

His eyes caught three other Outerversal Morphons who had brought their Outerversal Physiology and Regnum to Echelon 7- distinguishing them as other Great Ones, but they had only been able to declare their Ordinance of Existence.

But soon enough…

"Hmm?"

His eyes shone as on the other side of Umbra, within the depths of obsidian earth that showed a collection of caves.

A veiled Outerversal Morphon that seemed to be brooding fell under his gaze.

[False Body of Nietzsche, the Great Ponderor]:: State of Existence- Quasi-Ordinance Amalgamation. Source of Existence- Outerversal. Lifespan- 51 Megalos Cycle/180 Megalos Cycles. Records of Weavings- The False Body of Nietzsche is used for everyday purposes. Some limitations arise in attaining the more closed off records of this entity due to the disparity inside complexity…

The enemy that had been targeting him appeared.

Their maximum possible lifespan was grander than most he had seen as he had lived for a truly long time.

They had also declared their Ordinance of Existence and had already taken the steps towards Amalgamation similar to the Great Wheel!

Due to the complexity of existence, Noah wasn't able to utilize the feature of Existence Suppression, nor was he able to track where the other bodies of Nietzsche were.

But at the very least, he had honed in on his current enemy as all that was left after that…was to ensure their defeat!

His eyes flashed with a chilling light as in front of Ozymandias, the Tentacles of the Great Wheel throbbed with jubilancy, his followers and other Morphons clamoring with a myriad of emotions as the Great Wheel himself spoke out.

|Exquisite…I cannot see anything but grandiosity in the future as the Great Beyonder promised. Come, you shall rest in my domain while we await for the Great Mother and the Observer of Old and Young!|

The ancient voice of the Great Wheel boomed out as among the throngs of Outerversal Morphons, those who did not believe only wonder and expansion were coming for the Megalos Beyond watched coldly.

The Heretical Morphons could not yet make a move as they only watched, but many of them felt a prickling on their Megalos Regnum- as if the massive illusory obsidian eye that had opened above the Instrument was gazing at them with coldness at this moment!

In a hidden section of the Pantheon of Umbra. This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Another Heretical Morphon was veiled by a cloud of dark brilliance as at this moment, his expression was even more clouded than before.

Around him, tenebrous tendrils of Outerversal Authority seethed as they faintly fused together into a terrifying decree.

The Great Ponderor.

Nietzsche!

He always planned and planned before making any moves, even more so when it came to unknown enemies!

And yet, there were very few times in the past when he was preparing for an unknown enemy that he had received a premonition of danger.

And none that was as intense as the one he felt with one of his bodies in the Megalos Ynnere!

Danger for him was defined differently from others.

Danger to him didn't represent someone who could stand on equal power- it stood for someone who was capable of finding out information about him and his records.

His records were the most important thing.

His weavings were of paramount importance as if ever they were about to get uncovered or becoming uncovered by an enemy, this was what set off his sense of danger more than anything else!

And his sense of danger had been buzzing chaotically since that time, and had only continued to ring ever louder since then.

This wasn't good.

As a schemer, being learned of and schemed against was never something he would stand for!

So, what he had to do now…was entirely change his perspective of his enemy.

This enemy would now be designated as the highest risk that Nietzsche had ever faced, and if he continued to feel this same sense of danger- he had to approach the weavings of the one known as Protector Osmont carefully…