Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 5573

Chapter 5573: MY MANA! II

What could he generate that would be filled with his power? That he could use to unleash his power, and have it be his? What could he replace his Mana with?

It had to be infinite. And he had to generate it!

Provenance Essence itself was too unfathomable. He could not endlessly generate more singularities. What else could...

Oh.

Oh...

BOOM!

His body shook as a pulse boomed out of him that caused the surrounding space to quiver!

He had thought of something!

And it made him feel so supremely stupid.

Something he generated. Something carrying his power. A resource he could consider Infinite!

It had been circulating through him this entire time, through every trial and every transformation, so close and so constant that he had looked straight past it while interrogating the whole of existence for an answer.

Toward the seemingly calm Sealed One bubbling with anger, Noah raised his hand.

He looked at his fingertip as the skin split open, and a crimson gold drop of blood flowed out!

HUUM!

The moment it did, a heavy and terrifying hum erupted.

Far ahead, every one of the dying Infinite Lifeforms trembled at that hum, their fractured bodies seizing all at once, as though something ancient had just exposed itself to the air for the first time in an age and their existences recognized it before their minds could!

In the next instant, their bodies exploded into puddles of blood.

An army that had ridden into this domain on rivers of the dead, reduced in one heartbeat to red stains among the red!

And THE Sealed One, seated on his crack in existence, opened his eyes wide with shock as his very existence began to buzz!

Meanwhile, Noah felt like he was in an extremely unique state.

His Blood. His Mana!

Mana was external. An ambient resource, absorbed, refined, spent. A thing one gathered from the generosity of existence and returned to it when the spell was done. But his Blood!

Oh, his blood!

He had even cast out his Marrow. Nothing borrowed remained anywhere in his veins. The blood within him now was the blood of a Provenance Lifeform, produced by remade cells that answered to nothing external, bathed from its first drop in the singular light of a Provenance Essence.

The drop at his fingertip hung there, immense crimson gold, and through its depths shone a stellar blue hue, his light, his singularity, alive inside his blood the way the sun lives inside a sea.

Noah looked at it, and he called out.

"My Blood... my Mana... Sanguine Mana... My..."

He let the last words fall silent, because some names were not for the air, and certainly not for the old monster listening from his perch.

’My Provenance Blood! My First Blood!’

...!

HUUUM!

"Sanguine Blood Drop."

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