Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4225

Chapter 4225: Mobius Strip I

While a part of Noah’s existence remained in that beautiful, impossible sanctuary that was his Early Veiled Shore, overseeing the continued growth and the distribution of his impossible harvest, his primary focus had shifted.

His body in the Concordat Amphitheater was about to embark on a new, perilous journey!

He stood upon the deck of a vessel that Elysia Firmhand of the Blue Fields had summoned from the depths of the Wandering Territories.

It was, for lack of a better word, a Barge.

It was not a sleek, elegant ship of war, but a broad, sturdy craft built for endurance and for transporting farming materials.

Its deck was a vast expanse of what looked like petrified, dark green wood, its surface covered in intricate, swirling patterns that pulsed with a faint, verdant light.

It was the size of a small world, perhaps three thousand miles from bow to stern, a floating island of stability in the chaotic sea of existence.

And at its forefront, harnessed by chains of solidified, bronze-hued authority, was a single, colossal Obsidian Ox.

Noah’s gaze swept over the magnificent, impossible sight, his perception dissecting the vessel and its beast of burden.

|The Verdant Ark|

|Classification: Transcendent Fold-Class Barge|

|Distinction: A Vessel of The First Farmer’s Sanctuary|

|Primary Attribute: Can withstand and navigate the environmental effects of Collapse, traversing the spaces between existence.|

|Secondary Attribute: Radiates a passive aura of ’Growth,’ making it less likely to be targeted by predatory concepts.|

...!

|Primordial Obsidian Ox|

|Classification: Early Living Land Lifeform|

|Complexity: 1,200,000,000,000,000 (1.2 Quadrillion)|

|Purity: 1,100,000,000,000,000 (1.1 Quadrillion)|

|Distinction: The Unflinching Navigator. Its purpose is singular: to pull The Verdant Ark through any and all dangers.|

Ho?

An Ox with a power exceeding a single Quadrillion...was the one transporting them through the dangers of the Wandering Territories?!

As he finished his analysis, Elysia Firmhand’s voice echoed out across the deck. "We shall set off."

The Obsidian Ox let out a low, rumbling moo, a sound that seemed to shake the very foundations of the Temporal Folds.

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