Infinite Mana in the Apocalypse - Chapter 3635

The True Heart of Existence!

Noah felt his weavings churning and cycling at an ever faster rate the closer he neared this heart, with his Existence accelerating in its advancement of complexity!

|The Pathway to the True Source of Loot looks at the True Heart of Existence with fascination.|

|The True Heart of Existence is deemed to be the True Source of the scattered Flames of the Wheel of Existence—being merely a part of what makes up the Absolute Complex True Source that is the Wheel of Existence.|

…!

What his weavings were discovering were an array of wonders, as the Heart before him was actually a True Source—and it was a part of what made the Wheel of Existence what it was, as from this heart came all the flames.

Noah’s eyes were bright as he floated towards it, the scalding temperatures from the pumping heart being so intense that it was a question whether even Prime Source Complexity Entities could actually get near it!

But him?

BZZZT!

His golden robes billowed tyrannically as his skin only glinted with a fantastical radiance the closer he went.

His foundation and weavings of existence were already astounding enough.

His complexity held a True Source Atlas of Existence already!

His concepts were all severed 54 times over as his complexity was utterly tyrannical—where even if he didn’t say it out loud, he knew that nobody else held the foundation he had at this moment!

Nobody with an astounding flow of the Wheel around them.

Not Ashmole with all his experiments. Not the Peacemaker he recently met. Not even the Great Usurper with his overbearing Soul!

"You think mere heat will keep ME away?!"

HUUM!

Flames that would later transform into Primal Flames or Wisps of the white-gold Flame of the Wheel, but at this moment…the pure white flames held a level of uniqueness that was extremely conducive to the growth of Complexity.

His expression carried the tyrannical dominance of the True Severed Origin Osmontian as he took a step forward, his existence shifting as he instantly appeared above the True Heart of Existence—specifically, above the three white tunnels of the aorta that were gushing out extremely pure white flames.

Flames that would later transform into Primal Flames or Wisps of the white-gold Flame of the Wheel, but at this moment…the pure white flames held a level of uniqueness that was extremely conducive to the growth of Complexity.

So long as one’s existence could withstand them, they would be refined like molten metal and made more complex over time.

And if one was able to consume these flames without their existence burning…

Noah’s eyes showed immense firmness and tyranny as he looked at the white flames flying up and flashing over his skin, his complexity booming upwards just from this proximity.

But this was nowhere near enough for him, as at this moment, his mouth began to open wide as his chest expanded—and he took a Quintessential Breath!

HUUUM!

All nearby weavings shook and tumbled as if a titan was breathing in utter majesty.

In the distance, the figures of Emelline of the First Flame and Mysara arrived as they felt the blistering heat, their weavings also advancing, but…when they neared a certain proximity to the True Heart of Existence, they actually had to come to a stop as they felt their Undeniable Telos Prime Sources actually begin to be injured from the heat and flames!

They had to stop and wait as their complexity gradually rose before they could forge ahead again.

But far in the distance, Noah stood right above the True Heart of Existence as he even breathed the unfathomably pure and scorching white flames into his body!

…!

It felt like they were witnessing an obscene scene of tyranny, as white flames weren’t the only things coming out of the trunks of the aorta.

There were scintillating drops of pure white brilliance that floated up to form a sea.

When he breathed in, the white sea above formed a spinning vortex and began to descend into his mouth and nose.

From the trunks of the aorta, drops of white dew—akin to glimmers of rain—began to float towards his mouth and nose!

All of it flowed into Noah as he drew from the purity of existence of…an already existing True Source.

His intent was singular today.

To draw from this True Heart of Existence until…a certain Pathway to the True Source of the Singed was more than halfway completed.

Until its road was completed.

Until a True Source of the Singed was obtained—bathed from the white flames and blood of the Heart of Existence itself!

HUUUM!

"Come!"

The booming roar of the True Severed Origin Osmontian echoed out of the True Frequency of the Singed, the myriad of lifeforms within unable to help but turn toward his direction.

Among the many eyes gazing over, there were also the eyes of the Origin Singed.

Within them, complex waves of thoughts swirled as he looked at Noah’s figure, his thoughts indiscernible!

—

While a significant explosion of complexity occurred in the True Frequency of the Singed.

In the Frequency of Light.

A taint of Darkness spread across the expanse of this Frequency as massive Dark Towers were being enacted, and tens of thousands of Faceless Lifeforms at the level of Pioneers or Existence Severing entities moved, while a few dozen Lesser and Greater Sources were also present!

There was also a single Prime Source.

At this moment.

Inside the weavings of the Prime Source seated atop a Dark Tower.

"What is this…"

His voice echoed out as he peeled the white bar on the black suit he wore—and the signature burn that should have occurred…did not occur, as once the black suit that veiled everything was taken off, the black mass on the face distorted as the handsome appearance of none other than the Great Usurper took its place.

Since the Great Usurper had taken over the Source of this being, it naturally could not be rejected by the weavings of the Wheel as he made the Source his own!

And alongside this…he gained the memories of this particular Source.

Memories…that showed him an entirely different weaving of existence.

He saw countless waves of corpses that made up a vast sea of countless quintillions—and he was among these corpses.

A Prime Source with his complexity leaking of death and decimation, and as he died…his weavings managed to see a scene.

Above the seas of corpses.

In the skies.

He saw the figure of two identical entities with the same faces, but one was black, and one was white!

But both…were Bob!