Chapter 3127 Not Too Different
A crown of violet and gold rotated high above Leonel, its aura growing sharper, stronger, more full with each and every pa.s.sing second.
However, Leonel himself continued to sit in silence, his gaze almost dull in a way.
Of course, this wasn"t a dullness that referred to lifelessness, but rather a dullness that came from Leonel"s indifference to it all… almost as though such a powerful breakthrough was only natural for him.
All of his acc.u.mulation, the breadth of his foundation, the convergence of countless timelines…
It was all for today.
A Dharma was meant to represent one"s life, a measure of the path one had taken.
An Idol was a step beyond that. It didn"t just represent one"s life, but it represented a refined essence of the core of one"s being, so refined, in fact, that it was worthy of being wors.h.i.+pped by others.
There wasn"t a clear and obvious dividing line between the two. And as one would know by now, there were countless variations and striated levels of differentiation between Idols alone.
If one extended their senses to the Dharma Realms, it was even harder to differentiate. Sometimes, Dharmas were more powerful than even some Idols. But sometimes, Dharmas might not even be more powerful than some Peak Creation State existences.
Leonel"s Dream Force was the perfect example of this. It was already stronger than most Dream Force experts with Dharmas, and many who had Idols.
Right now, however, things were changing with a particular sort of oddity. That was because Leonel had most definitely comprehended an Idol just now.
The creation of a new Force, no matter what it was, always warranted an Idol.
And yet, Leonel was forcing it to be his Dharma.
The tug, push, and pull of these Forces was particularly violent. It was like Leonel was trying to focus the blessings of Existence and the Northern Star itself into a much smaller box than it was meant to fit into.
And he was unrelentingly stubborn about it. So much so that the world he was simply sitting in was splitting apart at the seams.
However, he didn"t show any hesitation at all.
Although Violet Force was powerful, extremely so, he had other ideas for where to take his Idol this time.
That said, Violet Force was too good for him to give up, and he had to admit that he was a genius for creating it if he could toot his own horn for a moment.
As such, he came up with this sort of compromise.
Ironically, Violet Force was precisely the Force that he would need to break such rules. After all, Violet Force was probably the strongest application of Breaking Force in the entire world. What it did best was break the rules of the world.
However, the issue was that there was a bit of cyclical logic happening here.
Violet Force was what would allow him to break rules in the future, being even more compatible with him than the Brazinger Heirloom could ever hope to be.
But if it was the reason he could break rules, then could he use it on itself? It felt cyclical in logic and difficult to pin down properly. It felt like it was something that shouldn"t be possible.
However, Leonel didn"t seem to realize the flaw in his logic at all. Instead, he just kept pressing, forcing it down.
At the same time, there were a great number of changes taking place in his body. And most accurately… to his King"s Might.
The blood vessels in Leonel"s brain seemed overrun by pulsing violet. They began to crystallize, and then soon after, they ran into his Ethereal Glabella, forming solid pathways between them all.
His eyes had always been a pale violet ever since they changed from their original greenish hazel color. It was so pale that it almost looked pink and white in some lighting.
His hair was the same, though it carried a sort of crystalline character to it. His hair had also been basically uncuttable ever since he entered this world of Dimensions and the like as well.
But now…
A dense light began to pulse out from his eyes. At the same time, his hair became more ethereal.
By the same token as all of this, Leonel had always been a decently handsome man. But his sort of handsomeness could only be mentioned as a few steps above average. He might get an extra look walking down the street, but it wouldn"t be neck-breaking and it certainly wouldn"t be to the point of speechlessness.
This changed somewhat after he completed his ascent into G.o.dhood. He had become more perfect and his handsomeness became more defined and obvious.
However, once again, lost in a sea of people with G.o.d const.i.tutions, it was basically meaningless. He was back to the same old above-average handsome man.
But now…
Something seemed to have fundamentally changed.
His hair danced, gaining a darker, richer violet to it. His eyes were the same, emitting their own light that seemed to pierce into the very depths of the soul of anyone who saw them.
His features became perfect to the point of stopping hearts, a refined sort of elegance exuding from him.
His skin became smoother, reflecting like gla.s.s. It had a rich bronzed hue to it, yet looked so delicate that one couldn"t help but want to stretch out a finger to touch it.
At the same time as his actual features were growing to such heights, his aura was accelerating even faster.
The Spirituals prostrated on the ground felt like they were looking at a True G.o.d, and yet their senses confirmed that Leonel was still very much in the Sixth Dimension…
CRACK.
Seventh Dimension.
It didn"t make any sense.
It was like he had broken the mold of the entire world, overturning it and forcing it into submission as though it was just another one of his Crafts.
And maybe… Just maybe…
It wasn"t too different from one at all.