Supreme Lord: I can extract everything!

Chapter 1038  The Weave

Even though the gods fought in isolated dimensions, the weave started to change. The Divinities utilized in the isolated dimensions, fused into the network of the dimensions and altered them, transforming them into places connected to the weave. The weave expanded suddenly and changed. It shook valiantly and sent tremors into the vast expanse of the universe, filling every corner of it with its presence. For a moment, every inch of the universe was filled with energy. Trillions of intelligent lifeforms manifested their War Rune, their awakening triggered by the weave. However, not only intelligent lifeforms awakened. Awakened attained a better understanding of their powers and racial gifts. Some, a small percentile of the Awakened, stretched across the universe, mutated, and gained stronger powers. Their innate abilities had already been trained to perfection, which was exactly what the weave required to unlock new powers.

Today's event would give birth to thousands of new races over the course of time. Some brethren would continue mutating and evolving into stronger entities with greater potential, while the weaker would succumb to fate. Natural selection would eliminate the malign mutants and those who weren't ready for what awaited them. However, none mattered much to the beings interwoven into the weave.

When the weave shook, the beings linked to it stirred awake. The Sleepers among the Primal woke up. For the first time in eons, beings who had been hibernating returned to the surface of the universe.

They tore the fabric of space and reality around them apart, creating massive fissures as they regained consciousness and tried to reach the isolated dimensions since they were now connected to the weave of the universe. But they couldn't. For the first time since the birth of the universe, the weave restrained the Primal. Waves of Essences surged from the Primal as unfamiliar feelings filled their entire being. They were confused, maybe even afraid of the change of events. The destinations of their fissures changed, and they appeared all in the same spot. In the Origin.

"The weave..:" One of them rumbled.

"It is changing," Another one added.

"In the way we have anticipated." A third chimed in.

"In the worst possible way." The fourth cursed.

"The Pantheon is dying. Their Divinities mixed with the Rebels. They're…"

"They're causing the changes. The isolated dimensions merge with the weave without losing their characteristics as external entities. The Rebels…"

"They achieve exactly what they always wanted."

"But why did they change suddenly? We have been asleep for so long, but there have been no major changes in the weave. The weave expanded but so does the universe. There are no unexpected properties or features." One of the Sleepers grumbled, only for one of the chubby Primal to intervene.

"That is not true. The Rebels found their Vessel. A Demi God, an 8th Tier Awakened, wielding the powers of Fenrir, appeared. His Essence altered Fenrir's powers, granting him the benefits only mortals can receive. He has Soultraits, many of them, and the power to kill Minor Gods."

"Why did you not kill him if he has the power of a god? We did not sense any permanent changes in the weave either." One said.

"You said Fenrir returned?" Another one asked.

The chubby Primal started explaining. He told about the fight against the Supreme Human Alliance, Michael's battles with the Demi Gods of the SHA and how he eliminated a Pseudo God, whose Divinity had already been completed, declaring him as a Minor God by the weave, only for him to tear his Divinity apart. Despite tearing his Divinity apart, it didn't lose any power, which was interesting but not interesting enough to attract the Primal's attention.

The Primal were only interested in the youth's power and the Rebels' arrival. They had all come to rescue Michael Fang, and their reasoning was obvious.

"Is it time for us to intervene?" The Primal asked, but another one shook his head.

"What do you want us to do? The weave cannot pick up any fluctuations of the Rebel's vessel. Either they keep him safe in a separate dimension…or he is in the Origin Expanse."

"The Will is working against us again?" One of the Primal asked, only for the rest to rumble, their Essences going wild.

"The Will never worked with us if you think about it. It allowed us to seal the gods inside it, keeping it away from the weave. But at the same time, keeping the sealed gods away from the weave…kept them also away from us. The Will may be interwoven into the weave, but it never cared about the changes. If anything, it used the weave before we could and created the Origin Expanse, a place nobody connected to the weave can access freely other than the Will itself." "You're telling us the Will has been against us all the time? That the Will sides with the Rebels and this vessel?" The chubby Primal nodded. "That's what I concluded." "We need to do something before it is too late…"

"Too late for what?" One of the Primal asked, his expression distorting in anger.

"Let's not speak it aloud," they cursed nearly in unison. We will get rid of all troublemakers."

One of them grumbled again but added, "How about we remove the isolated dimension from the weave again? Or find a way to enter it? If we cannot find that Demi God child, we should at least obliterate the Rebels. We have given the Rebels more than enough chances. Their time has come."

The others nodded.

"The Rebels need to die!"

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While the Primal were busy trying to come up with solutions for problems they'd prevented for aeons, Michael was busy with the Tekur inside and outside the Origin Expanse. Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Michael focused on expanding the Untamed Jungle in the direction of the first Tekur Lord and discovered tens of massive and overly populated territories belonging to the Tekur. There were more than a hundred Tekur Nests, which Michael and his people loved to burn down.

Of course, Michael's people continued bombarding the colonies of the Tekur outside the Origin Expanse. They cared little how much pain they inflicted. The Tekur were a devilish race. They were selfish, which may not be abnormal for most races, but the speed at which they populated transformed their selfishness into a problem. And the problem was certainly not small. It was a tremendous problem!

Too many races had already suffered tremendously from the Tekur. They'd eliminated more than a dozen races, obliterating every single one of their kind to expand the land to colonize both inside and outside the Origin Expanse. Since most of the Tekur were Awakened, they could live easily in the Origin Expanse. The only issue with the Origin Expanse was the danger level. Too many dangerous enemies ruled the surrounding territories, transforming the nice living space into a potential hell.

That was exactly what the Elementals and the Redt Dragon were doing alongside the millions of Untamed Forces.

Meanwhile, Kaleb and the others were searching for the Tekur Queen to get rid of her once and for all.

Maybe…just maybe, they could procure her Soultrait Symbol, too. That would change everything!