Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1984

Chapter 1984: Nature Herself

The roars of one beast after another formed an avalanche of might. Wills bombarded against bodies, slamming into hearts and shuddering what foundations and plumes of confidence they might have otherwise had.

The Spirits of the various Emperors were ripped out of their bodies, and just as they panicked, they found that the Spirits weren't rushing toward the Mancer Scape, but were instead rushing back to their mountains.

After spending so long fighting against the wave of pressure coming from their Spirits trying to select the next host, it was like they didn't even have the right to fight against this wave at all.

Without having to say a single word, Sylas had stripped them of those Spirits, a calmness in his eyes even as his face continued to pale.

It was just as Sylas had said. The limitations of his Rune Mastery weren't as easy to define anymore, not when he knew exactly how to use Fathomless Rune Creation.

If he wasn't robust enough to forge a formation with his Will alone...

Then he would just use another catalyst to make it work.

A pillar of light erupted from the Serpentes Lineage Mountain, and then from the Ape Lineage Mountain, and then the Whale Lineage Mountain.

They soared, forming a new main three that rocked the skies...

And then came the others.

Before the formation even fully formed, the first of the meteors that met it crumbled to ash.

No, they didn't even directly meet the formation at all. Instead, they crumbled long before they touched it.

Riqo and Ziel both stood to their feet, their eyes going wide.

What was going on? What the hell was going on?

As panicked as they felt, all they could do was watch. The overwhelming power radiating from the Sanctum made even their blood run cold.

It was like they were no longer looking at a power merely at the Mortal Realms any longer...

This was the power of a Demi-God.

It only leaked out in small portions, but those slivers of Demi-God aura were enough to change everything. It crumbled Mortal Will, crushing the meteors long before they descended.

The Spirits of The Sanctum's Ancestors rose from the mountains they stood above.

An Ape with fur as black as an abyss and eyes as crimson as a furiously burning red giant star. It stood tall, its arms sinking down to its knees with a withheld strength that pulled against the soul. There was something about looking at it that felt like one was gazing into the maw of chaos itself, as though it was just a single moment, just a single trigger away from erupting with a power that couldn't be denied.

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