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

An unnatural stillness followed the total annihilation of thousands of participants. Ethan stood alone in a world that had been transformed into a blank slate, a perfectly level horizon of absolute nothingness.

The Sword of Infinity had been returned to its sheath, yet the atmosphere continued to vibrate from the lingering effects of a strike that had rewritten the fundamental laws of local existence.

Scanning his surroundings, he found no opponents remaining. Those deemed "chosen," the protagonists equipped with their unique systems and special bloodlines, had all been reduced to a complete vacuum.

Ethan glanced down at his palm; before they were incinerated, he had successfully harvested all their bloodlines. Approximately 1,500 new bloodlines were now concentrated in his hand.

"Is this truly the greatest challenge the Eternal Domain can provide?" Ethan questioned the desolate sky.

The only reply was the freezing wind of a perished reality—or more accurately, a reality now devoid of any candidates. Ethan had no intention of idling.

He sensed the strands of neighboring realities nearby, vibrating like fruit ready for harvest. His goals were clear: more power, additional bloodlines, and greater authority. He steeled himself to breach the barrier of the adjacent 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.

An immense pressure suddenly crashed onto his shoulders. This weight did not resemble that of a mountain or a celestial body; it was the crushing force of an entire conceptual law bearing down upon his soul.

The ground beneath him, which he had recently leveled into a flawless plane, was instantly turned to vapor by the overwhelming gravity of a fresh presence.

"Scoundrel! How dare you slay the successor of the Kizuki family? Your life blood shall be the price!"

The voice was not produced by a throat. It was a thunderous roar that rippled through the very fabric of the dimension. Above Ethan, space did not merely tear; it shattered. A colossal rift manifested, and from the depths of that dark void, a massive hand emerged.

The hand, comparable in size to an entire city, was etched with ancient, radiant runes that resonated with the power of laws. It descended with a slow, inevitable momentum, pressing down toward Ethan.

Ethan’s eyes grew wide as he immediately sensed the disparity in their power.

"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 clearly intent on my destruction, isn't it? It has even permitted such an entity to interfere."

This was no candidate. This was a supreme Elder, a guardian of an ancient lineage who had bypassed the trial's regulations to exact vengeance. The energy emanating from that hand exceeded anything Ethan had encountered in open combat. It was an aura that seemed capable of obliterating the very concept of life itself.

It brought back memories of the suffocating weight he had once experienced in the cave of Edrin Solace, though this presence felt slightly less ancient. Nevertheless, at Ethan’s current level of Cultivation, it was more than sufficient to wipe him out entirely. His bones began to groan under the strain. His skin started to split as the surrounding air solidified into a wall of pure hostility.

He attempted to grasp his sword, but his arm moved as if submerged in molten lead. The pressure was so absolute that even the Sword of Infinity appeared to be suppressed by the raw authority of the celestial being above.

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

Just as a sense of hopelessness began to take root in his mind, a shift occurred deep within his being.

Inside his inner dimension—the sanctuary 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 protracted struggle for supremacy.

The World Tree had entirely consumed the Creation Lotus.

As these two supreme entities fused, something grew in their place that defied all description. It was a tree that pulsed with the cadence of a heartbeat, its foliage shimmering with the hues of the dawn sun and the deepest abyss.

Boom!

A terrifying, cataclysmic light erupted from Ethan’s inner dimension. It was a pillar of pure, unadulterated energy that completely bypassed the physical realm. It burst from his chest, cutting through the suffocating aura of the city-sized hand like a needle of fire through silk.

The beam slammed directly into the center of the massive palm.

"Argh!"

A howl of agonizing pain shook the rift. The giant hand jerked back violently. Blood of gold and black sprayed from the wound, each droplet descending like a falling star and carving out massive craters upon contact.

An entity of such a high level rarely felt pain. Only beings of the same or superior rank could normally harm someone above the Axiom Dominion realm. However, the light emitted by the evolved World Tree possessed a quality higher than the power commanded by the Kizuki Elder. It was a force that touched the Source itself.

The massive hand withdrew instantly, much like a burned child recoiling from a flame. The fracture in space began to mend at a rapid pace, 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 fleeting opportunity, he lunged forward and entered the Space Cube, his portable refuge.

The Space Cube hummed quietly as he set foot within its metallic corridors. Although it could not endure a sustained siege from a supreme being, it was situated between the folds of reality. It provided him with vital moments to breathe, heal, and most importantly, strategize.

Ethan let out a heavy sigh of relief. His chest still throbbed from the violent eruption of energy that had surged out of him moments before.

Currently, he was entirely isolated. There were no allies to count on and no family to protect him. He was a solitary predator being stalked by a forest teeming with monsters. Every move he made was watched, and every triumph he achieved only served to summon a more formidable foe.

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

He gazed at the ceiling of the Space Cube, his mind working rapidly.

"They aren't using their full power to attack 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 increase in power," Ethan said softly. "I must 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 saved him.

The inner dimension was no longer a serene garden. It had evolved into a vast, swirling galaxy of Qi and energy. At its heart stood the evolved World Tree. It was no longer just a tree; it had become the anchor of his entire inner dimension. It felt flawless, balanced, and beyond comprehension.