The Holy Infant's aura, previously at the perfection of the fourth-circle, broke through in an instant!
As a part of Levi, the Holy Infant naturally ascended alongside his main body.
"205 years old, entering the fifth-circle, gaining at least a thousand years of life. This calls for a celebration. Today, I, the Holy Infant, will take a day off!"
The Holy Infant lay on his bed, falling into a deep sleep, utterly exhausted.
On the ground lay mountains of divine talisman waste and black beast bones.
In the crater, a towering figure shot up, breaking through the high heavens, laughing heartily.
"Hahaha, the fifth-circle, just one circle short of the sixth!"
Calming down, Levi mused to himself, "Is this what they mean by... swallowing a crystal, and my fate is in my hands, not the heavens'?"
