Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3787

Chapter 3787: Veiled Sunfolds II

Noah didn’t blink.

He simply stared at Master Shen, the white-gold brilliance reflecting off the hard line of his jaw.

“I’d be fearless even if I could die,” he said flatly, his voice quiet, layered in something colder than defiance. “Besides…aren’t I some sort of prize now? Being escorted like fragile loot?”

His gaze remained unreadable as he added, “Why should I fear anything at all?”

…!

Master Shen stilled.

Then, he laughed.

Not the wild, drunken belly-laugh from before, but a smoother, deeper chuckle that curled at the edges with something like…approval.

“Well,” he said, “looks like you’ve got self-confidence.” He tapped his gourd with one knuckle, the Infinite Gourd chiming like a bell that didn’t belong in this layer of existence. frёewebηovel.cѳm

“Most people don’t understand that, in Existence, if you believe in something hard enough, you will actually achieve it. Belief. Obsession. With a terrifying enough obsession, even Existence gets…confused.”

He smiled mysteriously, white-gold light playing across his eyes like mischievous stardust.

“If you’re that confident in what you seek…if you obsess over it constantly, you’ll probably find it. Or make it.”

He gestured vaguely with the gourd. “Alright, Young Paradox. You’re officially among the very, very few I find pleasant enough to converse with.”

Then, smiling wide, he added, “Rejoice.”

“…”

Noah didn’t rejoice.

But he allowed the faintest twitch of amusement to settle at the corner of his lips.

That was enough.

The folds around them began to shift.

Buzzing.

Then growing warmer.

The obsidian-black, paradox-stitched horizon they’d traveled through began to fade.

Collapse folded in on itself.

Crimson-white folds bloomed.

Light bled across the infinite weave like fire through silk.

Kalysta breathed out beside him, her eyes shining softly as the heat brushed against her face like an old friend.

“It’s good to be back,” she murmured.

Then, turning toward him, she said with a smile, “I told you about the glory of the Sunfolds before. But to see them is something else.”

Her shoulder brushed his as she passed, floating closer to Master Shen, who let out a loud harrumph as he took the lead.

White-gold light billowed from his robes like storm-slicked clouds, his body humming with effortless might as they accelerated once more.

Existential Dimensional Lattices spiraled and danced.

Thousands.

Hundreds of thousands.

Until they began to slow.

And finally…fade.

The veil of space lifted.

And before them, it unfolded.

The Veiled Sunfolds.

…!

A breathing work of wonder.

Noah’s eyes narrowed as he took it in- silently, sharply.

At the edge of this sacred region sat a massive crimson Wheel of Existence, titanic and alive, its surface churning like blood stirred with liquid gold.

Surrounding it were scorching white-gold folds, radiant with heat and destiny, woven with impossibilities too grand to think of.

These white gold folds…seemed to stretch out all around endlessly.

And all around…

Trillions of dead suns. Their corpses glimmered like shattered promises, drifting between weavings and scars of time. Massive relics of old wonders twisted through the void.

There was the Wheel of Existence outside with no gateways where they were at.

But the Wheel was not alone.

Crimson-gold bridges extended outward like veins of glory, connecting to massive Infinite Ravine Gateways- each one a towering white or crimson arch the size of an Omniverse suspended above the Folds like gateways between stories.

Every Ravine Gateway led to another Living Wheel of Existence.

Some close.

Some distant.

Some shattered and dead.

Among them were Dead Wheels that still bled ghost-light into the Folds, watched over by strange crystalline sentinels in silence.

But at the center of it all…

At the center of this chaos and blazing structures stretching out endlessly…

Was a Sun.

Not just any sun.

A Veiled Sun.

Massive. Radiant. Glorious.

Its size dwarfed all else. Larger than five Wheels combined, it floated at the very core, pulsing like a heart whose beat dictated fortune itself.

Its light did not blind.

It was contained, harnessed, and veiled.

Yet undeniable.

Kalysta hovered beside Noah, her eyes reflecting the golden sun in full.

She smiled, awe threading every word as she whispered…

“That…is our Veiled Sun.”

HUUUM!

They arrived.