Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1331 Facing the Wraith of the World again!

Max exhaled a slow, rhythmic breath, finally releasing the last constraints he had placed upon his physical form and soul. The moment that internal dam broke, a terrifying explosion of power surged from his core.

Bang.

The earth beneath him crumbled instantly as a massive wave of energy radiated outward, reducing sand and rock to nothingness and gouging a colossal crater into the wasteland. This shockwave swept across the terrain like a phantom tide, leveling everything in its path before vanishing into the distance.

With the release of this power, the sky above the entirety of Acaris transformed. The blue firmament darkened as if night had arrived in a heartbeat, and heavy black clouds converged from every horizon, spiraling toward the point directly above Max. Within that dark expanse, white lightning writhed like living snakes, saturating the air with a suffocating pressure that caused the world itself to shudder.

"This is the Wraith of the World," Max whispered calmly, casting his eyes toward the heavens. He could sense it vividly—the will of the world descending to pass judgment on him for transcending the boundaries of mortality.

This was no ordinary tribulation designed to test one's potential; it was a divine execution meant to wipe him from existence. As Max’s Cultivation breached the limits of the mortal realm and reached the threshold of the Divine Rank, the world reacted with pure enmity.

Every being who attains the Divine Rank must endure this trial from the world.

The heavens roared as the first bolt of lightning fell.

It was a streak of blinding white light, merciless and pure, fueled by the authority of the world itself. It crashed into Max with enough intensity to vaporize a peak Divine Rank expert instantly, yet Max remained motionless.

The lightning shattered against his skin, dissolving into harmless sparks before they could even reach the ground. His body emitted a faint glow as his draconic scales and divine veins soaked up the force, leaving him without a single mark.

A second strike followed without pause, this one a deep, freezing blue that carried the power of absolute stillness and annihilation. It hit Max directly, flash-freezing the atmosphere and turning miles of the surrounding desert into jagged crystalline ice.

Max’s breathing remained steady as the White Lotus Ice Essence within his Dantian resonated, consuming the frigid energy and neutralizing it completely.

The third lightning strike descended like a javelin of crimson fire, screaming through the air with heat so fierce it distorted space and turned everything beneath it to ash. Max simply lifted a hand, allowing the inferno to wash over him. The flame concepts and infernal energy inside him surged, feasting on the destructive heat as if it were mere sustenance.

The fourth bolt was a deep violet, heavy with the weight of judgment and divine authority. It struck Max with a thunderous boom that sent tremors through the fabric of space, yet he did not budge. His Vein of Origin pulsed rhythmically, anchoring his form and stabilizing him against the world's crushing will.

The fifth lightning fell in eerie silence, as black as the void, wielding a power that erased rather than burned or froze. As it made contact with Max, the very air seemed to scream, but the black flames within him flared instinctively, swallowing the erasure and forcing it back into non-existence.

The sixth strike crackled with gold and silver brilliance, emitting a sanctified power designed to purge all impurities. It coiled around Max like burning chains, attempting to dismantle him from within. In response, the Heavenly Luminous Sacred Bloodline surged, dissolving the holy lightning and restoring internal equilibrium.

The seventh lightning was a chaotic green, saturated with wild life energy turned to madness. Thick vines tore through the ground around Max, seeking to bind him and siphon his vitality. His sword intent erupted, and the Concept of Severing Sword sliced through the shackles of restraint, turning the chaotic energy into drifting specks of light.

The eighth strike arrived as a tempest of countless smaller bolts, each capable of slaying a Divine Rank expert on its own. They hammered Max in a rapid-fire barrage, striking from every conceivable angle. His Three Dimensional Body reached full activation, harmonizing time, space, and form to disperse the electrical storm as if it were a light drizzle.

Then, the ninth lightning appeared.

Silence fell over the sky before a massive pillar of lightning crashed down, merging every attribute of the previous strikes into a final judgment. This was the ultimate sentence of the Wraith of the World, an execution meant to leave nothing behind. When it hit Max, the desert floor vanished, stripped down to the bedrock, and the horizon was swallowed by a blinding flash.

When the radiance finally dimmed, Max was still standing in the center of the pit, his form glowing with layers of energy that were slowly receding into a calm state. The clouds above wavered and began to scatter as if in confusion, as though the world itself failed to understand what had occurred.

Max let out a soft breath and closed his eyes as a massive transformation took hold of him. His soul, body, and very essence were refined in an instant, fully ascending to the Divine Rank without harm. The Wraith of the World withdrew, defeated not just by his strength, but by his absolute compatibility with power that exceeded mortal constraints.

When Max opened his eyes, the storm had vanished, the sky was clear, and a profound silence draped over the desert.

Within Max’s body, however, the process was far from finished. While the external heavens grew quiet, a deeper and more significant change was occurring within his inner source—silent, absolute, and transformative.

At the heart of that inner source, his golden core remained suspended, steady and radiating a regal, unwavering light. Beside it stood the Chaos Tree, a towering and ancient entity with a trunk etched with the marks of every breakthrough and life-threatening battle Max had survived.

Countless leaves rested upon its branches, each representing a concept he had mastered during his long path of Cultivation. These were no longer mere shadows of power; each leaf held the perfected structure of its concept, layered precisely from the first level to the fifth.

As Max truly solidified his Divine Rank, the Chaos Tree shuddered, acknowledging its master's new authority. One by one, the leaves tied to his mastered concepts began to vibrate, their glow deepening and becoming more stable as they settled into their new, higher state of existence.