Dimensional Descent

Chapter 3053  Soar

Leonel's sadness vanished as his gaze became sharp. He lightly pushed the little World Spirit into the air and then pressed his palms together.

A strong flow of energy spread and then [Emperor's Edict] began to appear one after another. The laws of the world were bent and twisted and soon it felt as though the entire factory had become a separate world in and of itself.

At that moment, there were several powerhouses that sensed what was happening and came over. Their expressions changed, but they weren't sure of what was happening, and if they interfered now, they could end up destroying their strongest World Spirit.

The miniature Alienor yawned and awoke with a slightly confused look on her little face. She looked around, still not quite understanding. But when she saw Leonel, she smiled brightly as though she had found her home. At that moment, nothing else seemed to matter so long as Leonel was there. So she obediently stood in place, waiting for Leonel to finish.

She was an intelligent little World Spirit, and though she couldn't speak or emote like Anastasia could, she was smarter than probably most humanoids were. Understanding Leonel's intentions wasn't very difficult.

"It's time to wake up… Tolliver."

**Bloop**

It was weaker than Leonel remembered hearing it before, but it was the sound of Tolliver nonetheless. The little guy had been ravaged, having faced death not just once, but twice.

Back then, Leonel had to store it away in his Ethereal Glabella the first time he "died" and relied on [Instant Recovery] to come back. And the second time was obviously when the Demoness had acted.

But it was also just as obvious that Tolliver hadn't quite recovered from their first bout of trouble. There were still some lingering effects that Leonel hadn't been able to deal with before everything went down.

Now, it was about time they fixed that situation.

All of the completed weapons surged toward Leonel and then were greedily taken away by Tolliver, who grew larger and larger with every passing moment.

This was the biggest chance Tolliver had of absorbing God Grade Ores since its birth. Although Leonel had tried his best, such materials had just been too far out of his reach. But now… n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

There was an uproar as Leonel did this, but the burly woman was enough reason for them to not move as they wanted to. If they were too casual about it, they could end up being humiliated by Leonel as well.

But these… these were months of their hard work. They had been slaving away to hit the quotas the Empire demanded of them, and now Leonel was taking all of that away. How could they not be furious?

Leonel turned a blind eye to their fury. Soon they would understand that he was already doing them a great service by feeding his partner this trash.

Luckily, Tolliver only needed the foundational ores. How good or poor the treasures were was irrelevant. All that mattered was what it could feed on.

Quickly, it became apparent that Tolliver was benefiting greatly. The small blip became larger and larger until it encompassed the entire factory. It seemed that though Tolliver was even greedy enough to take it all for itself.

However, it was easily reined back under Leonel's control.

'Let's soar, buddy.'

Tolliver had been left to him by his father. This little World Spirit was left to him by his mother.

In that case, he would use them to create something beautiful.

Leonel slowly pressed his hands together.

BANG!

The entire building exploded. And yet, not a single person was hurt.

Everyone watched in shock and awe as the bricks, piping, and various inner fixtures of the building were taken apart as though they were Legos.

What shocked them the most wasn't even just Leonel having this ability, but the fact that he treated the Force Arts that protected this building as though they were papier-mâché. How much better than their experts did he have to be to do this?

The building was one of the most important in the Fawkes Empire. It housed the greatest source of their wealth, or at least one of the two greatest sources. As such, it was heavily protected, so much so that normal Ninth Dimensional experts with Dharmas would take several moments before being able to take it down. Although they would eventually succeed, it would definitely take a few hits at the very least.

But this very protective formation… was shredded apart as though it wasn't even there.

The world began to move in accordance with Leonel's mind. He could feel every material down to the very last, and it was with this that he began to reconstruct everything.

Those that had been in the building either left on their own or were carried out by a mysterious energy. Then, the only ones left were Leonel, Aina, the little World Spirit, and Tolliver.

Force Arts began to be pressed into the skies as though written into reality itself. Leonel no longer needed a Force Quill as a medium to add permanence to his Force Arts because his mind was now capable of acting on reality itself. With the Mage Core on top of that, even with the alterations, it was like his blade was carving into the belly of Existence.

The Crafters watched in shock and awe as Force Arts more complex than they could fathom appeared. They sank into individual bricks and even down to wood shavings. By the time they could analyze just a single one, hundreds more had appeared, leaving them feeling completely overwhelmed.

Beads of sweat began to appear on Leonel's brows. It was clear at a glance that he was straining himself a great deal, but his wife appeared by his side, dabbing his forehead dry with a beautiful smile on her face.

Leonel's heart thrummed and shook. His Creation Sovereignty rose into the air, a cycle of yin and yang forming as a heart-shuddering aura tore across the skies.