Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1321 Final Battle - 8

Max’s expression darkened instantly as he sensed the transition. The weight pressing down on him could no longer be gauged by simple ranks or concepts. It felt suffocating and massive, as if the universe itself had aligned behind Mark to pulverize any opposition.

The energy circulating around Mark had ceased to be erratic or volatile. It was now boundless and eternal, surging into him from the very ley lines of Acaris, transforming him into a living manifestation of the planet’s consciousness.

"He is drawing upon the world's essence to fuel his power," Freya remarked, her brow furrowed deeply as she fought to stay upright in the warped space. The planet’s every pulse vibrated within her chest, and she could feel her mastery over her own laws being suppressed by a superior force. "If he was our equal before, his current strength has now eclipsed us all."

"This is a grim situation," Lucien muttered with a heavy sigh, lifting his arms to stabilize the fracturing space surrounding them. His exhaustion was now visible. The casual confidence he once held had vanished, replaced by a focus pushed to its absolute breaking point. "If he keeps absorbing power at this rate, killing him might actually be impossible."

"Perish, all of you!" Mark bellowed with a crazed laugh, throwing his arms wide. At that moment, the heavens fractured. Enormous cracks tore open in the sky, raining down floods of crimson divine energy like a herald of the apocalypse.

Every droplet possessed the weight of a continent; wherever they landed, the terrain was obliterated instantly. Peaks crumbled, oceans evaporated, and the earth beneath Max, Freya, and Lucien shattered, despite the multiple layers of spatial fortification Max had already constructed.

As Mark thrust his palm forward, the world obeyed. A massive tide of planetary energy surged toward them, a mixture of pressurized earth, seawater, and atmospheric weight twisted into a weapon by divine authority. Max stepped to the front and activated his fifth level concept of space at maximum capacity, creating a complex barrier that warped the fabric of reality.

The wave collided with the shield, and the force of the impact threw Max backward through the air. Blood sprayed from his lips as the shockwave ravaged his internal organs despite his formidable defenses.

Freya acted simultaneously, unleashing her most sophisticated laws in a rapid barrage to neutralize the incoming tremors. Her counterattack was both beautiful and lethal, as layers of weaving power sliced through the remnants of Mark’s strike before they could hit home.

Nevertheless, her complexion turned pale as the backlash surged through her Meridians, and glowing fractures began to appear on her skin from the intense pressure.

Lucien moved next, his aura flaring as he intercepted a second follow-up attack from Mark. This time, it was a sphere of collapsing gravity forged from the planet’s core, pulling everything into its void. Lucien shattered it using raw authority, but the resulting explosion sent him plummeting into the ground, carving out a canyon that stretched for miles before he stopped.

Mark showed no signs of stopping or slowing down. Every gesture he made altered the battlefield on a global scale. He called forth tempests that consumed light, seas of divine flames that burned without heat, and gravitational forces that distorted time itself under the sheer density of the world’s essence.

The three cultivators struggled to keep pace, their defenses overlapping and shattering repeatedly as they were forced into a desperate retreat.

For the first time in this conflict, the disparity in their power was undeniable. Mark wasn't just stronger; he was overwhelming. Each of his strikes bore the authority of a whole world, and resisting them was no longer about skill or Cultivation—it was a frantic fight for survival.

Furthermore, he was being fueled continuously by the world's essence. His connection to Acaris had reached a point where no mortal strength could hope to oppose him.

"Big Sister, Lucien. Get back," Max yelled, his voice remaining firm even as a storm began to swirl around him. "I'm going to try something."

Freya stared at him, stunned. She couldn't fathom what technique Max still possessed that could challenge Mark’s current state. However, her faith in him was absolute. Gritting her teeth, she pulled away, escaping the immediate battlefield to put as much distance as possible between herself and the coming clash.

Lucien followed suit, though his face was a mask of complex emotions. He narrowed his eyes as he retreated, not out of cowardice, but out of a sense of recognition.

Mark tilted his head, looking amused, though the emotion didn't reach his cold eyes. "What? Do you really have something that can stand against me now?" he mocked, the divine energy of the crown pulsing arrogantly as the planet continued to feed him strength.

"I do," Max replied softly, taking a long, deep breath.

As he exhaled, the world let out a scream.

Violet lightning exploded from Max’s form—not the weak, flickering sparks he had once struggled to control, but its true, perfected manifestation.

This lightning carried a primal authority, sharp and pitiless, saturated with the will of ultimate judgment. It was followed by indigo lightning, heavy and dense like solidified law, then blue lightning that crackled with pure clarity, and green lightning that pulsed with a mix of life and ruin. Yellow lightning followed, radiant and kingly, then orange lightning burning with fierce determination, and finally, red lightning erupted, savage and vengeful, intent on total annihilation.

The seven colors didn't disperse. They ascended together, spiraling into the firmament, piercing through the clouds and the atmosphere as if they were nothing. The sky split apart as the lightning morphed, each color taking the shape of a massive dragon that roared with the sound of divine retribution.

Seven dragons circled in the air above Max, their forms composed entirely of lightning that represented judgment, balance, and the inevitability of fate.

These were no mere elemental beasts. They were the manifestation of the Seven Colored Lightning of Divine Punishment, the same lightning utilized by the Wraith of the World to purge those who disturbed the balance of reality. For eons, this lightning was a force that fell upon mortals from above. Now, for the first time, it obeyed a human master.

The entire planet shuddered.

Distant mountains collapsed without a single touch. Oceans boiled and tidal waves froze mid-air under the crushing authority filling the atmosphere. Even the red cloud disaster in the distance slowed its movement, as if sensing a power it dared not provoke.

Mark’s smug expression finally crumbled.

He could still feel the world’s power within him and the crown’s divine authority, but this lightning was not a product of the world’s essence. It was something far more ancient—a force that judged worlds rather than serving them.

Max stood at the epicenter, his body cloaked in seven colors of lightning, yet he remained unharmed. In the past, this power would have incinerated him. When he had first touched the violet lightning, his body had nearly failed under just a tiny fraction of its weight.

But now, his physique had been forged anew by the Giant Dwarves, pushed far beyond mortal constraints. The awakening of the first of the Seven Divine Veins, the Vein of Origin, provided him a foundation capable of containing primordial forces. Most importantly, his fifth level concept of lightning allowed him to command the element not as mere energy, but as the law of the universe.

The seven dragons bowed their heads toward him, recognizing him as their sovereign.

Max looked up at Mark, his eyes glowing with all seven hues, calm and devoid of mercy.

"For eternity," Max spoke, his voice echoing across the globe, "this lightning has passed judgment on others for the world. Today, I shall use it to judge you for everything you have destroyed."