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Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse (Web Novel) - Chapter 5562: Provenance! I

Chapter 5562: Provenance! I

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<THE True Human Emperor>

|I said you might actually have a chance. Even then, I am not sure, since you are going where I failed, and where all others failed. Let us see.|

...!

With those words in his ears, Noah grasped the gem that had appeared before him.

The moment his hand closed on it, the road changed. The obsidian gold beneath his feet began to wrap around itself, again and again, curling the way a ribbon curls, folding him inside its turns until the spatial dark was gone and there was only the winding path, containing him, carrying him!

|What you just grasped... is a Provenance Crystal. It is the key to where you are going, and it is also the lifeline. THE Aurate Collar of the First Purity gives every candidate a way out.|

|So long as it rests on your existence, you can survive the collapse of your existence in totality. All of it, at once, down to the foundation, and the crystal will hold enough of you together that something walks away afterward.|

|It was given to me. It was given to others of my kind. Primeval Ones, every one of us, and every one of us ended up using it, because all of us died where you are going next.|

|Be careful.|

HUUUM!

The prompts from Ruination came down as the road wound tighter.

|THE Provenance Crystal. Analysis follows.|

|Function: a tether of last resort. Upon the total collapse of the bearer’s existence, the crystal preserves a remnant sufficient for continuation. What continues is not guaranteed to be what entered. The crystal makes no representations regarding completeness.|

|Composition: unknown. The Regard reads it as older than the frameworks it protects against, and notes that it was not made. It was shed.|

|Origin: ?????|

|Additional observation: the crystal is oriented. Like THE Vermeil Blooms, it is seeking. Unlike them, it appears to have already found what it was seeking, and is now simply waiting.|

|?????|

...!

Noah read the last block twice!

Blinding obsidian gold light raged around him, brilliance unfolding in every direction at once, and an instant later it tore away, and Noah’s knees nearly buckled!

HUUM!

Weight came down on him.

Weight, plain and physical and enormous, pressing on his body and his existence at once, and he set his stance and held steady and made himself breathe before he made himself look.

Dark obsidian sands stretched away beneath his feet in every direction, fine and black and glittering faintly gold where the light caught the grains, dunes of it rolling out toward a horizon that shimmered with heat that had no sun to explain it. The air tasted of hot stone and age!

In the far distance, a golden obelisk rose out of the sands.

It stood alone, immense even at this far distance, its faces cut with lines he could not read, and around its upper reaches burned a sphere of impenetrable obsidian gold light, dense as a held breath. And within that light, small at this distance and unmistakable all the same, hung a necklace.

THE Aurate Collar of the First Purity!

The true one. Not a manifestation above a well, not a translucent watcher. The thing itself, at the end of the sands, wrapped in a light that had kept every age of candidates out!

And above all of it, filling the sky, was the other thing.

Noah raised his eyes and understood immediately what was pressing on him. A landmass hung in the heavens. A single colossal stone of obsidian gold, vast enough that calling it a stone felt dishonest, its underside worn smooth and its edges lost in their own distance, suspended over the entire domain with no support and no motion and no intention of needing either.

That was the weight!

|Me and my brethren perished at this very spot.|

The Ancestral Voice came quietly across the sands.

|Here. On these sands, under that stone. Every one of us used up our Provenance Crystals within sight of that obelisk, and what you are feeling now is the very beginning of it, the polite introduction, and it does not stay polite.|

Noah adjusted his stance as the weight thickened, and asked the question that mattered.

"How do lifeforms such as yourselves perish from this? What is this?"

|To understand that, you have to understand the core requirement of THE Aurate Collar.|

|If you have the capability, which you proved on the road. And if you are in fact unfathomably true to yourself, which you proved with your choices. Then the last thing that remains is something very few entities like us across all of existence ever get to understand.|

|Only lifeforms with boundless potential have a chance at it. The last test exists to measure whether you carry a tiny spark.|

The weight climbed as it spoke.

Noah felt it come down in increments, each one distinct, and he looked up and found that he had raised his hands above his head without entirely deciding to, because the pressure had become a thing his body insisted on answering with posture. It was visible now, almost. The air between him and the stone had begun to shimmer with the load moving through it!

"What spark is it looking for?"

Whatever spark it wanted, he would give it!

He had died once, and he was not going to lose his life again here under someone else’s rock!

|Across existence, everyone else utilizes.|

|Every route ever climbed is a route of absorption. Mana. Laws. Daos. Edicts. Concepts. Boundaries. Extremes. Infinity. The Primordial Source. Causes. All of them are external things. Even when you bring them into your existence, even when you make them the core of who you are, even when you carve them with your own hands as you have, they stemmed from elsewhere. You gathered them. They were there to be gathered.|

|Early, very early on, there were lifeforms who did not rely on anything external at all.|

|They generated their own essence and their own authority. Out of nothing but themselves, unique to each individual, produced by them and by nothing else anywhere in existence. It is called...Provenance Essence.|

HUUM!

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