Chapter 3632 Past and Present! III
Chapter 3632 Past and Present! III
Somewhere deep within the Prime Frequency of Flames, space itself decided it had had enough as it tore open under the brilliance of the rune of the SINGED!
A blinding rune, etched in raw authority of the Pathway to the True Source of the Singed and known only to the True Severed Origin Osmontian ripped open the flaming space like someone tearing a hole in reality itself.
A jagged rift, buzzing with stability and wonder, bloomed into being like a scar across the face of existence!
The Singed watched from afar, their gazes intense and reverent as their connected weavings leading into tendrils within Noah caused all of this. In the distance, tucked inside a region wrapped in so many layers of flames that most beings wouldn't dare approach, another body of Noah moved.
It phased in like an echo threading between overlapping layers of Existence as if following the Flow of Existence was optional for him.
He arrived at a certain place as without hesitation, Noah reached into the overlapping Strings of Existence in one area and pulled out…a flame.
It looked completely normal. Average, even. Like something you'd find hovering above a campfire.
But the moment his other hand, already glowing with silver-white Primal Flame of the Wheel of Existence came into contact with the flame…
BZZT!
The ordinary flame pulsed, shimmered, and revealed itself as a Node of Existence.
Noah didn't flinch. He just narrowed his eyes and calmly released more Primal Flames, starting to alter the Node of this particular Prime Frequency of Flames.
He was making alterations with a single goal in mind- to make sure Bob couldn't get into this Frequency or do anything to affect it.
The changes were similar to what he'd done with the Prime Frequency of the End, but this time it was more personalized to Bob. More targeted. Every adjustment was a deliberate strike against anything tied to Bob's existential weavings!
Noah wasn't about to be a pawn in someone else's chess match, if Bob was in fact scheming something. If he had to run around struggling as he was, then Bob better be doing the same!
And honestly, with how fast Noah's power was rising- with Absolute Infinitum Existentialism, Absolute Loot Generation, True Severed Osmontian Forge, and more…he was pretty sure the only thing that could keep up with his rise in complexity was maybe the Infiniverse Megalos.
The thing was growing exponentially as it garnered more self sufficiency and was absolutely taking off currently.
Every time Noah gained something, the Infiniverse Megalos gained more. At this point, it was even moving to conduct more grandiose actions- already seeking out the Queen of Matter for yet another wondrous upgrade.
Then there was the True Adaptive Power of Existence, which had officially tagged Bob as an enemy of growth. The stronger Bob became as he recovered his power, the faster the rise of complexity for Noah!
Eventually, even Bob wouldn't be able to keep up.
So yes.
Let time pass!
Because if there was one thing Noah had learned since he started as an F-Rank Hunter, it was that given enough time, he always won.
Kings. Tyrants. Hunters. It didn't matter how long they'd reigned as if one gave him days, weeks, or sometimes just hours, they would all eventually fall.
The only question now was…how long would it take to overcome Bob?
That was all he needed to think about. His victory.
For him, there could be no other eventual outcome. There wasn't room in his mind for doubts. No what-ifs. No fears about what might happen to existence if he failed.
Because in the Weavings of the True Severed Origin Osmontian, failure was just not an option.
Others could stumble. Others could fall.
But Noah? His failure meant utter catastrophe as it could not even be feasible!
HUUM!
His eyes lit with silver-white brilliance as he finished his alterations to the Node of Existence. In the distance, he saw where another one of his bodies had opened a dazzling pathway.
It wasn't just a door as he observed its weavings and sensed their heavy complexity.
The pathway could only be crossed by entities of a certain weight- those ranked Greater Source and above!
Dozens of the Singed watched what was happening with glowing eyes as the tendrils connecting them to Noah faded.
That alone made it unique as Noah hadn't seen something like this recently.
One of his bodies stayed back, guarding the Node of Existence even after all the changes. He didn't trust anything fully. The other body drifted forward toward the convergence of flames where heat could literally melt the complexity of anyone below Greater Source.
Dozens of the Singed watched what was happening with glowing eyes as the tendrils connecting them to Noah faded.
And then, Mysara and Emelline of the First Flame stepped forward.
Each summoned secondary bodies, their figures cloaked in radiating complexity and white-gold light for Emelline, and cerulean brilliance for Mysara!
"Will Sir allow us to come as well?" Mysara asked, gripping her tight blue robe, her form pulsing with Undeniable Telos Prime Source Complexity.
Noah gave a quiet nod as both she and Emelline fell in behind him, flying towards the heavy convergence of flames.
WAP!
They crossed the gateway like it was nothing.
Their complexities didn't even blink at the scorching temperatures.
What came next was hard to explain.
Crossing into this new frequency wasn't like stepping from the Megalos to the Expanse, or diving into the starless dark void he entered after the True Severing.
Even using his True Source Atlas of Existence, which let him bounce across that void that seemed to connect all Frequencies of Existence felt different compared to this passage!
This was…different.
The Flames of the Singed were required just to pass through as without them? You would disintegrate, the pathway would close, and your weavings would collapse like nothing.
His True Source Atlas of Existence discovered all of this!
Noah blinked, impressed.
So there were security measures already baked in and he had gone a little overboard with his edits of the Node of Existence.
But hey, there was no harm in going a bit overboard- he had done so many times in the past!
Seconds passed, and the three of them emerged into what should be the True Frequency of the Singed.
And what they saw was…
Pure!
Unfathomably, marvelously pure weavings of existence!