Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3650

Chapter 3650 Exodus! I

The Hollow Cascade of Reversed Causality.

This was the domain where the Great Beyonder resided.

Noah's weavings of existence trembled as the True Source of the Singed wrapped tightly around him—protecting him from the ravages of Causality itself. Upon his arrival, he felt his True Source being converged upon and pulled into this place with terrifying force.

It was as if the Source was being displaced, forced to exert its power only within the Infinite Ravines, and nowhere else.

He could resist it.

He knew that with his True Source Atlas of Existence, and the True Source of Existence itself, he might actually withstand this undeniable force—not because it was opposing his Source, but because it ensured that 99.9% of it would remain anchored in the endlessly vast regions of the Ravines, where even the concept of distance was a paradox.

But for now, he allowed himself to flow with it.

Within moments, his weavings buzzed, and he fully crossed from The Weave into a new domain.

A domain that instantly caused his True Source to flare, white-gold flames of the Singed erupting protectively around him as the atmosphere trembled with existence-altering force.

"This…"

…!

He heard his voice.

But he hadn't opened his mouth yet.

His lips parted only a breath later, and in that moment, he understood.

He had truly arrived in the Hollow Cascade of Reversed Causality.

The effect had occurred before the cause.

He heard himself before speaking.

And more than that—if his True Source hadn't instinctively enveloped him, his weavings of existence would already be destabilizing. Time flowed in every direction here. Without protection, the Wild True Source of this domain would begin to unravel a being, regressing them to the point they'd never even been born!

HUUM!

His surroundings buzzed with the weight of compressed paradox.

Then slowly…they came into focus.

Noah stood upon a field of stellar grains, silver-purple sands that shimmered like ground-down stars.

All around him…

Shattered Crystalline Megalos Seas floated in space. Rivers and waterfalls surged upward from them—flowing into the skies, crashing into floating landmasses and suspended lakes.

And the sky…

The Weaver of Existence buzzed loudly, displaying exactly what Noah was seeing.

[Skies of the Hollow Cascade of Reversed Causality. A dome of reflected true and false futures of causality. Some are real. Others are deceptive, born from the Wild True Source of Causality.]

…!

Above, light-years away, layers of complex illusions pulsed constantly.

Some showed the lands breaking apart in one timeline. Others showed them untouched. And others still…showed himself.

Illusory figures of Noah appeared in the distant skies, flickering across divergent threads and possibilities.

One scene showed his golden flaming robes fluttering—then unraveling, along with his body.

Another showed him flying through the Cascade, only to be struck with the terrifying consequence of failure here.

Chrono-Fragmentation.

In that thread, his mind and existence were pulled into infinite possibility loops, spiraling endlessly into what-ifs until even his weavings began to collapse in on themselves.

The voice of the Great Beyonder echoed into Noah's ears before she'd even arrived. _{freeweɓnovēl.coɱ}

Her lips began to move—but Noah had already heard the words. Seconds ago.

Thanks to the temporal disarray of this place.

Her body shimmered with waves of her True Source as she stepped forward—defying the flow of reversed causality.

Noah prepared to hear her again before she even spoke. He didn't like this disjointedness.

His True Source of the Singed pulsed violently as it began burning away the interference in nearby reality. It scorched through the local reversal of speech, syncing future audio to match the present moment.

Like editing a future echo to match current lips, the effect stabilized.

And her words finally flowed in sync with her voice.

"I have to give it to you, Causality," she said with a smile, "you captured everything about him very well. But your illusions only work when a trace will of mine isn't standing beside the subject inside the weavings of the Wheel itself."

She stepped closer.

Her complexity spilled out like dark crimson waves, formed from trillions of floating Runes—each capable of erasing what she still believed to be an illusion.

But Noah simply smiled.

He didn't respond.

Not here.

Not in this region of the Infinite Ravines.

Instead, he used his body within the Amarantos Dream, where her Trace Will existed—and asked her.

"What if I really am right there with you… in the Hollow Cascade of Reversed Causality?"

…!