NOVGO.NET Chapter 3906: Glorious! II
Chapter 3906: Glorious! II
The blooming Glyph burned on his chest like a searing brand!
But it came with unfathomable potential!
|Glyph of Infinity- The infinite does not mean without end. It is the truth of boundaryless purpose, of uncounted beginnings. Through this glyph, you now hold the mark of what cannot be measured. Without energy, without authority, you may impose the concept of limitlessness. A command need not be uttered. Thought alone now bends what should not bend. With this glyph, one can silence collapse, reverse inevitability, and loop an enemy’s death infinitely. This is your inheritance.|
The words etched themselves not into his very will. He exhaled, and even the air trembled!
And then the change deepened.
|The remaining nutrient of the absorbed Early Living Land Lifeform is permeating across your existence. Multiple Early Sacred Living Towers of Osmont are experiencing accelerated growth and nearing completion.|
The light around him flared again.
|The First Stage of the Early Sacred Living Quintessence Tower of Osmont, the Foundation Vein, has been completed.|
|Your Complexity Quotient and Purity Quotient have both been increased by +500,000.|
From within the radiant haze, a new Tower shimmered into being behind the blue glory of Infinity. It was colorless- yet within that absence of hue was the very presence of all things. The Tower of Quintessence shimmered with an ancient clarity, not seeking attention, but demanding reverence. Like something primordial had stirred.
Moiraine, standing near the edge of the shallow tides, did not speak. Her eyes held something Noah rarely saw from her- wonder.
He’s beginning to feel old...this was the thought she had!
He was not more complex, but the air from him felt old. Early!
But he wasn’t done. Not yet.
|The First Stage of the Early Sacred Living Paradox Tower of Osmont, the Foundation Vein, has been completed.|
|Your Complexity Quotient and Purity Quotient have both been increased by +500,000.|
A third tower flared, flickering with conflicting colors that bled into and out of each other. Its form was never constant, like a Tower constructed from half-remembrances and forgotten certainties. The Tower of Paradox.
Then came the final surge.
|The First Stage of the Early Sacred Living Origin Tower of Osmont, the Foundation Vein, has been completed.|
|Your Complexity Quotient and Purity Quotient have both been increased by +500,000.|
The Tower of Origin stood behind the others like a primordial elder, as if it had been present long before his birth, merely waiting for his body to remember its existence.
The momentum of his growth should have staggered him. But Noah stood tall, arms slightly parted, letting the waves of complexity and purity crash into him. Around his ankles, the gold-drenched sand pulsed, then stilled.
Another prompt bloomed right after!
|The remaining nutrients of the Sacred Body of the Early Living Land Lifeform have been utilized by the Early Veiled Shore. When attempting the requirements for advancement, the battle against the Record of an Early Creature will now be slightly lowered in difficulty, and may not result in instant death and failure.|
Noah’s eyes narrowed as he read. The corner of his mouth lifted in that familiar curve of a smile.
"Ho?" he murmured, glancing down at the sands. "You’re learning how to keep me even more intrigued."
The land was responding to him more like a willful entity more than a passive realm, and he couldn’t help but feel charmed by it.
But advancement... no. That step was still too great. A Record of an Early Creature wasn’t some illusion to test oneself against. It was a testament of power so absolute that it had scarred Existence itself!
He was not ready. Not yet. He knew this very well! And knowing that wasn’t fear. It was strategy!
His eyes turned toward the cerulean titan that was now the Second Stage of the Tower of Infinity. The Sacred Totem. Within it, power moved like weavings of glory.
He could feel the possibilities coiling beneath his skin. There was more he could do now!
He stepped forward. Each motion was deliberate, weighted, the embodiment of calm command.
And as his fingers curled slightly at his side, the words that followed were not grand. They were not shouted. They did not need to be.
They were simply the truth of what came next.
"Establish the first Sacred Totem of the Early Veiled Shore."
The winds stilled.
And the very air seemed to lean in, listening.
HUUM!
The prompt bloomed with resplendent finality.
|The Sacred Totem of Infinity is being forged in the Early Veiled Shore.|
Cerulean light spilled outward like slow rainfall across existence. Behind the three trees at the center of the Early Veiled Shore, the ground trembled, shivered, and then began to rise.
The land itself molded upward, folding in on its own essence as if guided by hands. Sand fused with stone, roots of the strange glowing trees binding together into what began to form the base of a tower- tribal and ancient in design, primal in presence.
Noah stepped forward.
His obsidian pants shimmered with soft starlight, each step silent on the golden-grain sands. His chest remained bare, crystalline under the moonless sky, etched with the glow of the Glyph of Infinity- a faint symbol pulsing over the left side of his chest like a second heart.
Moiraine’s eyes, always sharp and knowing, followed his figure. The others turned as well, drawn by the tranquil rumble of the rising monument. It was as if the land itself was pulsing and lifting something sacred for its keeper!
The structure that emerged seemed carved of memory and purpose, and built from the musings of the Early Veiled Shore. Blue luster cloaked its surface- stone and sand conjoined by will, smoothed by time. It rose with elegance, a temple crowned by a singular relic.
A bell!
It was blue and ancient beyond measure. Hanging freely within a small arch at the tower’s peak, it bore a weathered sheen as if it had once tolled for the beginning of existence. Its form was modest, yet there was an undeniable grandeur in the way it sat- perfectly still, as if daring Existence to ask what it could summon.
|The first Sacred Totem has formed within the Early Veiled Shore.|
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