Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse Chapter 3786: Veiled Sunfolds I

Chapter 3786: Veiled Sunfolds I

On the shattered Middle Wheel Platform.

The illusory white-gold figure of Master Shen dissipated like the last light from a closed bottle, the scent of drink and danger lingering in his wake.

The Fold Dwellers stood still.

No words.

Only the soft hum of destruction remained!

Bob’s shoulders sagged under a weight that wasn’t rely grief- it was sothing heavier.

More final. His fingers trembled against his robes, eyes staring into the sky that no longer held answers. Only the faint sar of where Noah had vanished into white-gold brilliance.

“He’s gone…” he said quietly, “What… What are we supposed to do now?”

Thauron didn’t answer right away. His obsidian gaze swept across the ruins. The corners of his mouth twitched- whether in distaste or contemplation, even Bob couldn’t tell.

Then, slowly, Thauron blinked.

“We do what we always planned,” he murmured, the words low and sharp. “Beco slightly bigger fish.”

He paused. A ripple of Finality curled off his shoulders, drawing strange fractures through the broken space beside him.

“It’s ti we take a few more risks.”

His eyes, which were akin to voids swallowing the last vestiges of starlight flashed.

“We’ve already planted the seeds.”

As if to anchor the thought, his mind drifted to the obsidian stone. The one Noah had claid before stepping into the storm.

That was enough for now!

Finality erupted out gloriously, and…

Thauron vanished a mont later, maddening authority cloaking Bob as they disappeared together from the wreckage of the Middle Wheel Platform.

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Elsewhere.

Across the infinite weave of the Folds, wrapped in bands of white-gold luminance that danced like gentle auroras of majesty.

Noah was carried by a terrifying light of complexity.

Kalysta floated few steps behind, her posture regal even now. The Solstice Veils flanked her, five figures wrapped in layered weavings of Kist or Destiny, each quiet and unreadable.

And ahead?

Master Shen.

His white-gold robe fluttered lazily as he stood without urgency, yet hundreds of thousands of lattices buzzed all around them.

They were crossing the Folds at horrendously fast speeds.

Noah could feel it. They were moving at speeds that shattered his own. Fifty tis faster at least. And Master Shen wasn’t even trying.

Noah watched him with a gaze sharpened by silent curiosity.

“Just what,” he asked evenly, his tone almost casual, “do the Veiled Sunfolds see when they look at ?”

Master Shen didn’t stop walking. He raised the gourd to his lips, took a sip, and exhaled as though existence itself had loosened its grip.

“Good question,” he said, voice easy and bright. “You’d think they’d bother telling the most critical details, seeing as I’m the one they sent for retrieval…”

Noah waited.

Master Shen smiled sideways. “But I know a tiny bit. And since you asked nicely…”

He spun the gourd between his fingers once before letting it float beside him, suspended like a moon orbiting its planet.

“Beings like you don’t show up often, Young Paradox. I an never. Not unless sothing…big is about to occur. And your appearence happens to also fall in line with a prophecy of theirs.”

He gestured vaguely to the space around them, as though the Folds themselves were eavesdropping.

Shen looked at him now, properly.

And the air tensed, just a little.

“So naturally, the Sunfolds want to keep sothing like that close…”

Noah smiled, faint and unreadable. He loved playing with destiny. Now, he would see just how easily he could manipulate others with it!

“We’ll reach the Veiled Sunfolds in a few minutes at this pace,” Master Shen announced, his words trailing off into the cascade of white-gold that enveloped them.

He wasn’t rushing.

And yet, the Folds bent beneath his feet like silk under a knife.

Master Shen turned his head slightly, sharp eyes glinting.

“So, Young Paradox. Since we’re sharing, maybe you can tell sothing in return.”

His tone held the sa bemused light, but Noah caught the subtle shift beneath it.

“What are you, really?” Master Shen asked, expression unreadable. “What’s the secret behind your anomaly, Young Paradox? How did you attain that state?”

Noah raised a brow. Slowly. His answer was calm, cool.

“Can you tell your level of power first?”

The question made Master Shen blink.

“Why you’re part of the Veiled Sunfolds at all?” Noah continued, tone flat. “You don’t seem to carry much weavings related to Destiny.”

That earned him a smile.

Master Shen took another long sip from his gourd before replying.

“My power?” he echoed, swirling the golden liquid inside. “Well, the proper term is Originus Venerant.”

…!

Originus Venerant!

A term that humd with raw finality.

Not just above Primarchy, but beyond it.

“Of course, they also call us Masters of Existence,” he said casually, as though talking about the weather. “Bit dramatic, but… it fits.”

His white-gold aura pulsed softly, subtly reinforcing the point. The Fold itself bent around him, honoring his every breath.

“And as for the Veiled Sunfolds,” Shen continued with a light laugh, “they offered this.”

He raised the gourd with reverence.

“The Infinite Gourd. Capable of brewing any drink based on the will and mood of the drinker, and each sip forges dozens of Existential Dinsional Lattices. Along with so other shiny little boons.”

He winked. “I’ve only had fun since joining the Sunfolds.”

WAA!

Noah studied him.

Master Shen looked like a carefree drunk.

But the Folds told a different story. Every flicker of space they passed through trembled in his wake.

Still, Noah simply offered a faint nod to his words.

“Alright,” Master Shen said. “I answered your questions. Fair’s fair. Your turn.”

Noah blinked once, the corner of his lip flat as he replied.

“I only asked,” he said quietly. “I never promised to answer yours.”

…!

Kalysta stiffened behind him.

Even the Solstice Veils turned their heads, silent glances passed between them.

Not even they would dare to speak to Master Shen like that.

Master Shen stared at Noah for a long second.

Then….

He laughed.

A full-bodied, belly-deep laugh that echoed across the Folds like a thunderclap soaked in wine and wildfire.

“You’re right,” Shen said between chuckles. “You’re absolutely right.”

“But tell sothing, Young Paradox.”

His voice dropped lower.

“Is that fearless tone of yours because you think you can’t die?”

…!

The question hung heavy between them.

“Because if so,” Shen murmured, eyes glinting sharper than before, “you should know….”

“There are worse things than death.”

The Infinite Gourd swirled once more, glinting like a sun turned sideways.

And for just a breath, the space around Shen shuddered.

Not from power.

But from warning!

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