The longer a Small Dimensional Plane exists, the larger it becomes. Conversely, the larger the Small Dimensional Plane, the harder it is to find that one special point.
Because that extra existence time, compared to the size of the Small Dimensional Plane, really doesn’t mean much at all…
Unless Leon gives up searching for that magic artifact component and returns directly to the Blazeforge Realm, he must leave the Small Dimensional Plane beneath his feet before it collapses.
But sometimes, when crossing into a new Small Dimensional Plane, it happens to be on the verge of destruction, leaving only a few seconds to search for that special point.
There were four times when Leon escaped a Small Dimensional Plane at the very moment it was utterly destroyed.
After traversing dozens of Small Dimensional Planes in succession, Leon’s magic, backed by his natural demi-plane, showed no sign of depletion. But his mind was stretched to the limit; the drain on his energy was something magic couldn’t restore, and even his soul felt exhausted.
After crossing another dozen Small Dimensional Planes, the instant he stepped out of the Plane Path, Leon immediately channeled all his power into the magical array, working with the Death Tome to search for that critical point.
With this continuous travel, even the light in Leon’s eyes grew dim; exhaustion clung to him, and he’d long lost count of how many Small Dimensional Planes he’d crossed. Was it ten minutes? Twenty? He couldn’t remember—he just kept moving on instinct…
But as he looked at the Small Dimensional Plane before him, Leon suddenly froze. The Death Tome’s sensing revealed that the magic artifact component was right here in this strange little world.
This was a completely different Small Dimensional Plane. The surroundings seemed filled with a faint, glowing void. Leon floated here, with hills drifting through the emptiness, rivers of flame flowing in the void, mist spreading over certain areas, and even glimpses of water and glaciers faintly visible.
Hurricanes turned into wild winds, roaming everywhere here. In the sky, light and darkness twisted together like auroras, constantly shifting directions.
Floating forward a bit, he landed on a small hill. The gravity there was very low, so he drifted off again and landed on another hill—where gravity was completely reversed, as if his head and feet had swapped places.
He floated to yet another hill and, looking in other directions, noticed that the pace of everything elsewhere suddenly sped up.
Drifting away from that hill, everything returned to normal. But entering another hill, the scene seemed to slow to a crawl—everything moved at an incredibly sluggish pace…
A glimmer flickered in Leon’s eyes.
Time—the rules here were utterly chaotic. In different places, the flow of time varied wildly. The twisted aurora-like black and white lights in the sky were the shifting between day and night. But the rules were so tangled and warped, it looked like a child had scribbled black and white graffiti across the void.
Following the Death Tome’s guidance, Leon drifted farther—only to find himself even further from the magic artifact component. Space here was in chaos; everything he saw and sensed was filtered through warped dimensions.
Yet a faint smile appeared at the corner of Leon’s mouth.
Everything was chaotic and disordered—time, space, earth, fire, water, wind, light and darkness—all of it. And yet, somehow, the plane hadn’t collapsed.
After drinking a potion to clear his mind, Leon felt a bit better, then closed his eyes and abandoned magical perception of his surroundings, keeping only the resonance of the Death Tome and the Magic Device Component.
"As expected, it's this thing—the hardest Magic Device Component of the Death Tome to obtain: the World Chapter!"
In the future, Bain, the master of the Death Tome, spent more than three hundred years from discovering the World Chapter to finally obtaining it!
The most important reason was that the projection plane formed by the World Chapter had utterly chaotic rules, elements, space, and time—like a circle within a circle, or a massive tangled ball of thread, endlessly shifting and impossible to penetrate to the core.
At Bain's level—beyond even Title Archmage—he could instantly spot anything amiss.
But he simply couldn't get close. He even destroyed the projection plane in the end, but it was pointless—the projection was the World Chapter's echo, and every time it was destroyed, it would be reborn. Destroy it a hundred, a thousand times, it made no difference.
In the end, Bain tried every method and discovered that all he needed to do was simply close his eyes, shut off all senses, suppress even the instinctive magical perception, and follow only the Death Tome.
But this sort of inertia turned into the greatest obstacle here.
Leon had personally seen the records in the desolate library of the Apocalypse, and because this matter troubled Bain for over three hundred years, it was given special emphasis in those records.
Leon knew every detail of the process.
When traversing through those endlessly emerging and collapsing Small Dimensional Planes, Leon suspected that what the Death Tome was sensing was the World Chapter.
Only the World Chapter could link together so many fleeting Small Dimensional Planes, because the constant birth and destruction of those planes was triggered by the World Chapter's power.
Every major plane has numerous Small Dimensional Planes attached to it, and those with imperfect rules are always emerging—most of them destined for destruction.
But for a single place to have so many Small Dimensional Planes constantly emerging and collapsing is, in itself, abnormal.
His suspicions proved correct—it really was the World Chapter. Strictly speaking, this artifact is quite different from the other components of the Death Tome.
Most other magic device components need to be attached to the Death Tome to unleash their power, but the World Chapter is different.
The World Chapter can form an independent world. Once a mage uses the World Chapter to evolve a world, they gain the power of that world—just like a demi-plane, and sometimes even stronger than some mages' demi-planes.
Because the world created by the World Chapter has perfected rules—it's essentially a Natural Semi-Plane, with the potential to grow into a true world, rather than the kind of demi-plane a mage carves out based on their own rules.
Back then, Bain was willing to spend three hundred years trying everything to obtain the World Chapter precisely because of this—having a complete, independent world is far more meaningful than surpassing the Sky Rank.
Simply put, if before the destruction of the Northend World, the world created by the World Chapter could be developed into a fully independent, complete world, then even if Northend was destroyed, the mage who controlled this world would barely be affected.
Bain's journal vaguely mentioned this, but unfortunately, he didn't have enough time to develop the world born from the World Chapter. Just searching for Arcanavine seeds took him ages, and experimenting with cultivation methods for the Arcanavine seeds cost him even more time.
In the end, Bain vanished, leaving all these things behind...
Having obtained the World Chapter, Leon didn't immediately fuse it into the Death Tome, because doing so wouldn't mean much.
Evolving the World Chapter into a world by itself also didn't hold much significance.
Because he already had a thriving Natural Semi-Plane, which in some ways was even better than a world evolved from the World Chapter.
Adding another world would stretch his energy and resources too thin. Managing a Natural Semi-Plane was already his limit—strictly speaking, even maintaining one was barely manageable.
Holding the World Chapter, Leon flashed into the Natural Semi-Plane.