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

Ethan understood that his journey would be fraught with difficulty from this moment forward.

The negative plane of existence felt peculiar to his senses. It lacked fragments, layers, or chaos.

Instead, it manifested as a vast, unified world.

It was a boundless territory governed by a singular, absolute intent.

Opposition.

This plane seemed to exist not for growth, evolution, or the pursuit of meaning, but purely as a counter-force to the positive plane of existence. Every law, entity, and structure within it appeared crafted for the sole purpose of balance, negation, and resistance.

All other concerns were secondary.

This realization left him feeling unsettled.

Currently, his evolution remained unfinished.

His golden cells were in the midst of a transformation, rebuilding themselves at a level that far surpassed standard Cultivation. He could sense the process vividly. Should he be interrupted now, the fallout would be catastrophic.

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

He had entered the realm of Eternal Sovereigns.

Unless the Absolute Continuum Being of this dimension, known as The Presence, decided to intervene personally, no being here possessed the power to truly jeopardize his life.

This understanding brought him to a firm conclusion.

Concealment was no longer necessary.

Wasting focus and time on endless waves of low-level entities was inefficient. If the true masters of this plane intended to act, their arrival was inevitable. Hiding would only serve to delay the unavoidable confrontation.

Consequently, Ethan opted for the most straightforward strategy.

He would expose his presence.

He would define his position clearly.

And he would compel the powerful to recognize him.

Ethan stepped out from the shadows.

He manifested in the open void of the negative plane, a place devoid of starlight or spatial anchors. He sat in a cross-legged position, his demeanor peaceful and his breath rhythmic, as though he were meditating in a tranquil garden rather than the center of a lethal cosmic territory.

This time, however, the Sword of Infinity was gripped in his hands.

Reality itself reacted the instant his fingers closed around the hilt.

A massive aura exploded outward from his form.

Yet, it was not an aggressive force.

It was not a domineering pressure.

It was soft.

That very gentleness was what made it so frightening.

This was the weight of a Source Authority level existence, restrained to an extreme degree. It was a presence so sophisticated that it didn't need to crush anything, yet it rendered all resistance pointless.

Lower-level beings experienced a momentary suffocating sensation. They were not under attack.

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

Ethan paid them no mind.

If the true powers chose to respond, they would appear.

Closing his eyes, he began to cultivate.

Boom.

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

Warning sirens wailed incessantly.

[Unknown Source Authority Level Entity Detected]

[Threat Level Unmeasurable]

The monitoring systems collapsed into total chaos.

Inside hidden domains and transcendent refuges, Eternal Sovereigns from both the positive and negative planes were struck motionless.

A being of Source Authority level.

Present here.

Without any authorization.

Without any prior notice.

Without any known allegiance.

"This is impossible," an Eternal Sovereign thought, his mind spinning. "The unauthorized entry of a Source Authority could trigger an immediate existential war."

"Why would such a being arrive at this moment?" 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 being was an impossible task. Communication was strictly one-way. Only the Progenitors held the power to reach down if they chose. No one, not even the supreme leaders of the various races, possessed the right to start a conversation.

"This demands immediate intervention," many realized. "The Progenitors have to act."

Suddenly, Ethan heard a voice resonating within his mind.

It was composed.

Ancient.

And undeniably vast.

"May I ask what you are doing here without permission? Do you intend to start the war this early?"

Ethan did not bother to open his eyes.

"Sorry for the trouble," he answered in a relaxed tone. "I will depart from this place in three hundred and twenty days. I will not bother anyone unless they bother me first."

There was no threat in his voice.

No pride.

Only absolute certainty.

A moment of silence followed his words.

Then the voice spoke again.

"Very well. We will accept this explanation. But remember, if you break your promise, we are not afraid of war."

Something felt wrong.

Ethan detected it immediately.

Relief.

That was the emotion he sensed from the other side.

Why?

A Source Authority level being, standing at the pinnacle of existence, should not feel relieved by a promise of peace from a peer. Fear was expected. Caution was logical. But relief?

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

It made no sense.

Before he could ponder it further, a different voice boomed throughout the entire plane. This one did not address individuals; it spoke to the fabric of reality.

"The Primordial Alliance is delivering its verdict. No being is permitted to approach Sector Eighty-Seven for one year. Any violation will result in immediate erasure of existence."

The command settled over the plane like an absolute law.

Ethan opened his eyes for a brief second.

They had issued a formal decree.

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

He shut his eyes again and completely withdrew his aura, causing the heavy pressure to dissipate as if it had never been there.

The void returned to its quiet state.

Ethan shifted his attention inward.

Golden cells glowed inside his body, each one acting like a tiny universe, perpetually evolving and rewriting its own internal laws.

Time marched on.

High above, in the primary chamber of the Primordial Alliance, several Source Authority beings gathered around a table forged before the birth of causality.

"Our champion is not ready yet," one of them whispered. "We require more time."

"The positive particles are still rejecting him," another noted. "Forcing the convergence at this stage would be a catastrophe."

"Our focus must remain on him," a third decided. "Everything rests on his development."

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

Elsewhere.

In the ancestral world of the Dragon Race.

Rose was immersed in silent Cultivation.

Her aura was steady, chilly, and deep, carrying the distinct mark of the Ice Dragon bloodline. Patterns of frost materialized and faded around her with every breath she took.

Memories drifted to the surface of her mind.

She recalled her family.

She remembered the companions who had been by her side.

But no matter how she struggled, she could not find the memory of her original home.

That void in her mind bothered her.

Zara’s Saint progression trial was drawing near.

If Zara failed, her destiny would plunge into darkness, swallowed by powers far beyond her ability to manage.

Rose’s fingers tightened slightly.

She had to provide assistance.

Just then, a knock echoed at the door.

"Sis, may I come in?"

"Yes."

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

"Sis," Zara said, her voice heavy with concern. "For the trial, I need my own champion. Do you have any ideas who it could be?"

Rose’s face clouded over slightly.

"If we cannot find anyone suitable, I will ask Ryan," she replied softly. "It is unfortunate that I cannot participate personally."

Zara gave a nod, though her anxiety didn't fade.

Rose was also under significant pressure.

After she awakened the Ice Dragon bloodline and manifested an Ice Domain that could shatter anything in its path, she had ascended directly to the rank of a Saint. Even the Ice Dragon Race recognized her power and treated her future with high regard.

Zara, however, held the Apocalypse Bloodline.

One of the Ultimate One Hundred Original Bloodlines.

It was a rarity that attracted many eyes.

The Ice Dragon Race wanted to keep Zara, despite the fact that she didn't share their blood. Thus, they permitted her to undergo the saint trial.

But if she failed...

Rose had no genuine support system.

She acted as the pillar for others, yet had no one to lean on herself.

Proposals of marriage from other races, constant plotting within the Ice Dragon Race, and political weight from dominant factions were slowly draining her.

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

They didn't care about her current power.

They cared about her future potential.

And the political alliances she represented.

Even her master was quietly nudging her toward a marriage with the royal family of an Original Race, all for the sake of factional peace.

"Do not worry," Rose said kindly, forcing her voice to remain steady. "Focus on your training. The trial will be difficult, but you will endure."

Zara nodded.

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