My attributes are increasing infinitely Chapter 392: The new world tree

An unnatural stillness followed the complete annihilation of thousands of participants. Ethan stood alone in a realm that had been reduced to a blank slate, a perfectly leveled horizon of absolute nothingness.

Although he had already sheathed the Sword of Infinity, the atmosphere continued to vibrate from the lingering effects of a strike that had fundamentally altered the local laws of existence.

Scanning his surroundings, he found no one left to challenge. Those "chosen" figures, the protagonists possessing unique systems and ancient bloodlines, had all been erased into a total vacuum.

Ethan looked down at his palm; before they had been reduced to cinders, he had successfully harvested all their bloodlines. Approximately 1,500 new bloodlines were now gathered in his hand.

"Is this truly the best the Eternal Domain can provide?" Ethan questioned the empty heavens.

Silence was his only reply, accompanied by the freezing wind of a desolate reality—or more accurately, a reality now devoid of any candidates. Ethan had no intention of idling.

He could sense the strands of neighboring realities nearby, vibrating like fruit ready for harvest. He required greater power, more bloodlines, and increased authority. He steeled himself to rupture the boundary leading to the next reality.

However, as his hand moved to tear through the space before him, the very fabric of the universe seemed to let out a groan.

A staggering pressure suddenly weighed down on his shoulders. This was not the simple mass of a mountain or a celestial body; it was the crushing weight of an entire conceptual law bearing down upon his soul.

The ground beneath him, which he had just leveled into a flawless plane, was instantly vaporized by the intense gravity of a new arrival.

"Bastard! How dare you slay the heir of the Kizuki family? You shall pay for this with your life's blood!"

The voice did not emerge from a physical throat. It was a thunderous roar that shook the very foundations of the dimension. Above Ethan, the sky did not merely tear; it shattered. A colossal rift formed, and from the depths of that dark void, a massive hand appeared.

The hand was as large as a city, etched with ancient, glowing runes that resonated with the power of laws. It descended with a slow, relentless force, pressing down toward Ethan.

Ethan’s eyes narrowed as he immediately perceived the massive disparity in strength.

"What... This bastard has surpassed the Axiom Dominion realm!" Ethan hissed, his jaw tightening as he fought to remain upright. "The will of the Eternal Domain is desperate to eliminate me, isn’t it? It even permitted such a being to interfere."

This was no candidate. This was a Supreme Elder, a guardian of an ancient clan who had ignored the trial's regulations to seek vengeance. The energy radiating from that palm exceeded anything Ethan had encountered on the battlefield. It was an aura that seemed capable of obliterating the very concept of life.

It brought back memories of the suffocating weight he had felt in the cave of Edrin Solace, though this was not quite as primordial. Nevertheless, at Ethan's current Cultivation level, it was more than sufficient to destroy him. His bones began to groan under the strain. His skin started to split as the surrounding air hardened into a wall of pure hostility.

He attempted to grasp his sword, but his arm felt encased in molten lead. The suppression was so absolute that even the Sword of Infinity seemed dampened by the raw authority of the entity above.

"I cannot defend against this," Ethan realized. "I lack the necessary strength."

Just as a shadow of despair began to touch his mind, a profound shift occurred deep within him.

Within his inner dimension, the core of his foundation, a chaotic metamorphosis was reaching its conclusion. The World Tree, representing the pillars of his internal existence, and the Creation Lotus, the origin of all things, had finally ended their long conflict for supremacy.

The World Tree had entirely consumed the Creation Lotus.

As these two supreme entities merged, something indescribable grew in their stead. It was a tree that vibrated with the rhythm of a pulse, its foliage shimmering with the hues of both the dawn sun and the deepest void.

Boom!

A terrifying, ruinous light erupted from Ethan’s inner dimension. It was a pillar of pure, unadulterated energy that completely bypassed physical constraints. It burst from his chest, slicing through the oppressive aura of the titanic hand like a hot needle through silk.

The beam slammed directly into the center of the city-sized palm.

"Ah!"

A cry of agony shook the rift. The massive hand recoiled violently. Blood of gold and black sprayed from the wound, each droplet descending like a falling star and carving out enormous craters upon impact.

A being of such a high level rarely experienced pain. Only those in the same realm or higher could hope to wound an entity above the Axiom Dominion realm. Yet, the radiance emitted by the evolved World Tree was of a higher quality than the power of the Kizuki Elder. It was a power that touched the Source itself.

The giant hand withdrew immediately, like a child pulling away from a flame. The spatial tear began to mend at high speed, as the Elder was too stunned and injured to persist with the attack.

Ethan did not hesitate for a second. Recognizing he had been granted a brief window of opportunity, he lunged forward and entered the Space Cube, his portable refuge.

The Space Cube hummed quietly as he stepped into its metallic corridors. While it might not endure a sustained siege from a supreme being, it existed within the folds of reality. It provided him with vital moments to breathe, heal, and most importantly, strategize.

Ethan exhaled a long breath of relief. His chest still throbbed from the violent eruption of energy that had saved him moments before.

At this moment, he was entirely isolated. He had no allies to turn to and no family to protect him. He was a solitary predator being hunted by a forest teeming with monsters. Every move he made was watched, and every triumph only drew out a more formidable foe.

"I must conclude this damn trial," Ethan whispered, wiping sweat from his brow. "But the authorities... they don't want me to win. They are aware I possess the Progenitor blood. They likely suspect what I will wish for if I emerge victorious."

He gazed at the ceiling of the Space Cube, his thoughts racing.

"They aren't using their full power to strike me directly. There must be a hidden factor at play. Something is preventing them from simply obliterating this entire reality to get to me."

"I require a massive surge in power," Ethan said softly. "I need to integrate at least ten thousand potent bloodlines into my Omni Bloodline. That is the only path for my physical body to reach the next realm."

Closing his eyes, he entered his inner world to examine the origin of the power that had rescued him.

His inner dimension was no longer a serene garden. It had transformed into a vast, rotating galaxy of energy. At the center stood the evolved World Tree. It was no longer just a tree; it was the anchor of his entire inner dimension. It felt flawless, balanced, and beyond comprehension.