Birth of the Demonic Sword Chapter 2357. Life

"What are they trying to accomplish?" Marcella wondered.

The assault showed no signs of stopping. In truth, even more powerhouses abandoned the inscription formation to reinforce the attack against the sky. Noah issued no commands or clarifications, yet a compact legion of rank 9 existences assembled regardless.

"Defeat shattered them," Caesar sighed. "Their fixation surpassed madness long ago. They couldn't have attained their present power without it. Still, that very strength has become their weakness now."

Noah together with his allies pressed an unyielding barrage, heedless of their depleting worlds or the wounds they endured.

Alexander, Wilfred, along with various other powerhouses scarcely found moments to recover, yet they plunged back into the vanguard to partake in the onslaught. June was unable to restore her Perfect Circuit, causing the power she unleashed to damage her body. Still, that failed to deter her, just as it didn't for her fellow allies facing the same plight.

Caesar spoke truly. Noah provided no descriptions or directives. Nevertheless, his endeavors instinctively radiated ambition that bore his deepest aims. His presence narrated a tale to all ears open to it, and countless wills chose to embrace those alluring whispers.

That ambition extended beyond the inscription array. It shrouded the whole higher plane, infiltrating the Mortal Lands and the remains that once filled the domain. Noah's aura compelled rapid advancement across everything, while also imparting his core yearning to pursue loftier heights of might.

Creatures in the human ranks held no knowledge of Heaven and Earth, nor did numerous ones in the heroic ranks. The majority of those existences couldn't even glimpse the sky, with the void separating them staying a fatal region beyond their crossing.

Yet, the void itself transformed as the barrage persisted. Emerging territories hastened repairs to the higher plane's inherent space-time structure, until a dark haze finally took shape.

Portions of the higher plane lingered submerged in the void. After all, Noah and his group were unleashing devastating strikes capable of rending frail space-time. Even so, they naturally directed the bulk of their ruinous force at the sky, thereby shielding the world from their fury.

From the viewpoint of feeble existences, the sight was breathtaking. Teleported into the higher plane, they emerged before a dazzling display of colors. Noah and his comrades remained invisible to them, but stray bursts and gleams pierced their domains, birthing marvels within their worlds.

That spectacular vista amplified Noah's ambition's impacts. Increasing numbers of lifeforms sensed an attractive pull luring them to the remote sky, though none could account for that compulsion.

Noah hadn't intended such influence over the world. He simply unleashed his full might, with every strike propelling him nearer to an ideal state that unveiled his supreme self.

Noah's craving for superior power forms defied logic. It was an irresistible drive that had drawn him to the higher plane's ultimate arena of conflict. Lifeforms under his sway merely tasted a fraction of that colossal fervor.

"Such a wild force," Caesar remarked as the horde amassed before the sky swelled vastly. "Blind ambition holds no greater peril."

"Will Heaven and Earth fare well?" Marcella inquired.

"Do you believe amassing sufficient ants can topple the sky?" Caesar questioned.

"I mean their stamina," Marcella clarified. "They'll burn out fatally if this persists."

"Heaven and Earth require no such aid," Caesar elucidated. "These insurgents serve merely as hasty nourishment for their revival. It spares them scouring the cosmos for fitting prey."

Marcella assented and dropped the topic. As long as rebirth prevailed, all was well. Noah and his group had already faded from her concern.

The onslaught raged on, ambition surging until countless rank 8 beings forsook their dwellings to align with Noah's forces. They grasped the peril at hand, and Noah's aura persuaded them that perishing in battle trumped gradual decay.

Infusing more fighters into the fray bolstered the ambition permeating the higher plane, soon drawing myriad rank 7 existences into the fray. With the sky exerting no suppression, even lesser powerhouses could confront it directly, leaving scant cause to linger behind.

That surge halted eventually. Nearly all divine ranks had enlisted in the assault, marking the limit. Countless heroic and human rank lifeforms lacked ties to Noah's struggle, and his seductive ambition couldn't compel them to forsake their secure havens.

Naturally, those frail ones ignored their inevitable doom regardless. Lingering or depleting in battle yielded identical ends. All resources would dwindle in time, and robust worlds alike would fade across endless eras devoid of progress.

Time passed unaltered by the vista. Years elapsed, yet assault participants held steady. Life flourished across lands, sects rose and crumbled, and tales began circulating.

Noah's ambition hastened breakthroughs for myriad weaklings. Some grew potent enough to depart homes, embarking toward the sky seeking superior energy sources.

All encountered an unseen power easing and securing their path. Unbeknownst why, the higher plane itself appeared to urge them skyward.

Certain travelers encountered holdovers from Noah's era en route. They learned of Heaven and Earth plus the world's dire destiny, yet found belief elusive.

Those existences could hardly fault their skepticism. Their entire existence as a barren snare proved too abhorrent to accept. Still, convictions shifted upon beholding the assault firsthand.

Inevitably, turmoil erupted across the higher plane. Those frail ones raced homeward, proclaiming their sightings. Skeptics abounded, igniting clashes of faiths into wars.

Noah remained oblivious to those shifts. His mind fixated solely on sky's annihilation. He refined himself amid flickering potential. He forged into a fitting blade, though his world transcended that, enriching the higher plane via his evolution.

Frail believers in Heaven and Earth tales reaped amplified gains from Noah's ambition. Unaware, segments of their consciousness already hailed Noah as guide.

Noah's ambition's inherent edge empowered those existences to vanquish rivals and claim victories. Sects united by shared vision proliferated, more transforming through contact with golden inscription dwellers.

Fresh sects emerged, infants repopulated lands. Resources waned, yet the world gradually coalesced beneath one standard. All the while, Noah's ambition blazed fiercer.

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