Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4353

Chapter 4353: The First Farmer! I

In one field, Noah saw rows of plants that looked like crystallized time, each one representing a different temporal concept being grown from seed to full expression.

Elsewhere, massive trees grew downward from invisible ceilings, their roots reaching toward sky while their branches burrowed into earth, defying orientation itself.

Elsewhere, Fields cultivating...Everythings that looked like waves of stellar brilliance!

Between them, rivers of liquid authority flowed!

And tending these impossible fields were Fold Dwellers and Living Existences whose power made Noah’s earlier assessments of strength seem quaint.

His eyes tracked across them to see names and measurements floating above their heads like status displays.

|Mateus of the Golden Harvest|

|Complexity: 1.2 Quadrillion|

|Purity: 1.1 Quadrillion|

Approximately 1 Quadrillion. A being whose power exceeded most Dukes!

And nearby, tending to a field of what looked like solidified destiny:

|Thera, Keeper of the Eternal Bloom|

|Complexity: 127 Quadrillion|

|Purity: 119 Quadrillion|

Over 100 Quadrillion. A single entity whose casual existence generated more power than some entire Folds could muster.

His gaze continued scanning, finding more beings scattered across the fields like farmers tending crops that could reshape reality.

1.5 Quintillion.

3 Quintillion.

4 Quintillion!

And continuing on...

|Ancient Torvan, the First Tiller|

|Complexity: 6,103,847,293,847,102|

|Purity: 5,847,293,103,847,293|

Six Quintillion.

SIX.

Noah’s expression remained calm, but these were wonders he was seeing!

This place wasn’t merely a sanctuary!

The beings working these fields could each individually destroy current-era Folds without particular effort. Together, they represented power that could challenge... well, many things that claimed to be unchallengeable.

And they were growing Principles like crops.

|Master, I’m recording everything. Every cultivation technique these beings are using, every field arrangement, every Seed type being nurtured...all of it is being cataloged for analysis.|

Her holographic form appeared briefly in his peripheral vision, visible only to him.

|This data alone is worth the entire journey.|

Noah gave the mental equivalent of a nod, his attention still tracking across the impossible landscape.

The fields stretched endlessly...or at least, they stretched far enough that weaker perceptions couldn’t find their boundaries.

This space alone was equivalent to an entire Transcendent Fold, a pocket dimension that had been carved from the Wandering Territories and shaped into paradise for beings who understood growth as fundamental authority.

Elyndra led them forward.

As they passed through the fields, the native beings, those impossibly powerful Fold Dwellers and Living Existences who had found sanctuary here, turned to acknowledge her presence.

Not with fear. Not with submission.

With respect that transcended hierarchy.

They bowed their heads slightly, their expressions carrying genuine warmth mixed with reverence.

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