My attributes are increasing infinitely Chapter 406: Rose’s troubles

Ethan realized that his journey would no longer be a smooth one from this point forward.

The negative plane of existence felt peculiar to his senses. It wasn't divided into layers, nor was it fragmented or chaotic.

Instead, it felt like a solitary, boundless world.

An infinite domain that seemed to exist for a single, absolute purpose.

Opposition.

It was as if this entire plane existed not for growth, evolution, or the pursuit of meaning, but purely to stand against the positive plane of existence. It felt as though every law, entity, and structure here had been created for the sole reason of counterbalancing, negating, and resisting.

Nothing else held any significance.

This realization left him feeling unsettled.

At this moment, his evolution remained unfinished.

His golden cells were still in the midst of a transformation, undergoing a restructuring at a level that went far beyond traditional Cultivation. He could sense it vividly; the consequences of an interruption at this stage would be catastrophic.

Nevertheless, his power had already ascended into a terrifying territory.

The realm of Eternal Sovereigns.

Unless "The Presence"—the Absolute Continuum Being governing this plane—decided to intervene personally, there was no being in this world capable of truly threatening his life.

This understanding brought him to a final decision.

Hiding was no longer necessary.

Dealing with an endless stream of low-level entities was inefficient and a waste of his concentration. If the true powerhouses of this plane intended to act, they would eventually show themselves. Concealing his presence only served to delay the inevitable.

Thus, Ethan opted for the most straightforward approach.

He would reveal his presence.

He would clarify his position.

And he would compel the powerful to recognize him.

Ethan stepped out from his concealment.

He manifested within the open void of the negative plane, a place devoid of shining stars or spatial anchors. Sitting cross-legged with a calm posture and steady breath, he appeared as though he were simply meditating in a peaceful courtyard rather than at the center of a hostile cosmic territory.

However, this time, the Sword of Infinity was held in his hands.

Reality itself reacted the instant his fingers gripped the hilt.

A massive aura exploded outward from his form.

Yet, it lacked violence.

It was not overbearing.

It was gentle.

And that gentleness was exactly what made it so frightening.

This was the pressure of an entity at the Source Authority level, restrained to the highest degree. It was a presence so sophisticated that it didn't need to crush others, yet it rendered all resistance futile.

Lower-level beings felt a momentary suffocation. They weren't being targeted by an attack.

They simply lacked the worthiness to stand within such an aura.

Ethan paid them no mind.

If the true authorities wanted to respond, they would arrive.

Closing his eyes, he resumed his Cultivation.

Boom.

A signal flared across the central scanning systems of the negative plane.

Alarms shrieked incessantly.

[Unknown Source Authority Level Entity Detected]

[Threat Level Unmeasurable]

The monitoring systems fell into utter disarray.

Inside transcendent sanctuaries and sealed domains, Eternal Sovereigns from both the negative and positive planes were frozen in shock.

A Source Authority level being.

Present here.

Without any authorization.

Without an announcement.

Without an alliance.

“This is impossible,” one Eternal Sovereign thought, his mind spinning. “A Source Authority entering without permission could trigger an immediate existential war.”

“Why would such a being appear here now?” another wondered. “The timing is nonsensical.”

Fear began to spread in silence.

None of them could grasp the situation.

Initiating contact with a Source Authority was impossible, as communication only functioned downward. Only the Progenitors could reach out if they chose to. No one, not even the supreme leaders of the various races, possessed the right to start a conversation.

“This demands direct intervention,” many concluded. “The Progenitors must take action.”

Suddenly, a voice echoed inside Ethan’s mind.

It was composed.

Ancient.

And undeniably vast.

“May I inquire as to what you are doing here without permission? Do you truly intend to ignite the war this early?”

Ethan didn't bother opening his eyes.

“Apologies for the disturbance,” he answered nonchalantly. “I will depart from this location in three hundred and twenty days. I won't bother anyone unless they bother me first.”

There was no threat in his voice.

No pride.

Only absolute certainty.

A brief silence followed his words.

Then, the voice spoke again.

“Very well. That explanation is accepted. However, keep in mind that we do not fear war should you break your word.”

Something didn't feel right.

Ethan caught it immediately.

Relief.

That was the emotion he detected from the other side.

Why?

A Source Authority level being at the very peak of existence shouldn't feel relieved by a promise of peace from another Source Authority. Fear or caution would be logical, but relief?

It was as if a heavy weight had been lifted from them.

It made no sense.

Before he could dwell on it, a different voice resonated throughout the plane. This one didn't address individuals; it spoke to the fabric of reality itself.

“The Primordial Alliance is issuing its verdict. No entity is permitted to go near Sector Eighty-Seven for one year. Any violation will result in the immediate erasure of their existence.”

The command fell like an absolute law of the universe.

Ethan opened his eyes for a split second.

They had issued a direct decree.

A small ripple of surprise touched him, but it vanished quickly.

He shut his eyes once more and fully withdrew his aura, causing the heavy pressure to disappear as if it had never been there.

The void returned to its quiet state.

Ethan shifted his attention inward.

Within his body, golden cells glowed, each one acting like a tiny universe that was constantly evolving and rewriting its own internal laws.

Time passed.

Far above, in the highest chamber of the Primordial Alliance, beings of Source Authority gathered around a table forged before the existence of causality.

“Our champion isn't ready,” one of them whispered. “We require more time.”

“The positive particles continue to reject him,” another added. “Attempting a convergence now would be a disaster.”

“He must remain our primary focus,” a third decided. “Everything hinges on his development.”

Their conversation held the power to reshape the very threads of fate.

Elsewhere.

In the ancestral world of the Dragon Race.

Rose sat in quiet Cultivation.

Her aura was profound, cold, and steady, radiating the unmistakable power of the Ice Dragon bloodline. With every breath, frost patterns manifested and dissolved around her.

Memories drifted to the surface of her mind.

She remembered her family.

She remembered those who had walked alongside her.

But regardless of how hard she searched her mind, she couldn't recall her original home.

That void in her memory troubled her.

Meanwhile, Zara’s Saint progression trial was drawing near.

If Zara failed, her destiny would crumble into darkness, swallowed by forces far beyond her reach.

Rose tightened her grip slightly.

She had to provide assistance.

At that moment, a knock came from the door.

“Sis, can I come in?”

“Yes.”

The door swung open, and a stunningly beautiful woman in her late twenties walked in.

“Sis,” Zara said, her voice laced with anxiety. “I need my own champion for the trial. Do you have any suggestions for who it should be?”

Rose’s face clouded over slightly.

“If we can't find a suitable candidate, I’ll ask Ryan,” she said quietly. “It’s a shame I’m not allowed to participate myself.”

Zara nodded, though her concern didn't fade.

Rose was under massive pressure herself.

After she awakened the Ice Dragon bloodline and showed an Ice Domain capable of freezing everything in its path, she had reached the rank of a Saint immediately. Even the Ice Dragon Race respected her power and potential.

Zara, however, held the Apocalypse Bloodline.

One of the Ultimate One Hundred Original Bloodlines.

It was a rarity that attracted a lot of unwanted attention. The Ice Dragon Race wanted to keep Zara, even though she wasn't of their blood. Because of this, they permitted her to take the Saint trial.

But if she failed...

Rose had no real support system.

She was the one supporting everyone else, yet she had no one to lean on.

Marriage offers from other races, constant plotting within the Ice Dragon Race, and political weight from powerful groups were slowly draining her.

Even though Rose had entered the Genesis Realm, it meant very little to those observing her.

They didn't care about her current power.

They cared about her future value and the alliances she could provide.

Even her own master was subtly nudging her to marry into the royal family of an Original Race for the sake of the faction's stability.

“Don’t worry,” Rose said softly, forcing herself to sound calm. “Just focus on your training. The trial will be tough, but you’ll get through it.”

Zara nodded.

Neither of them realized that far away, in a restricted sector of the negative plane, a presence was silently altering the fate of everyone.