Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1332 6th level of Divine Rank

The leaf of flame was the first to react. It shimmered with an ancient, deep radiance that condensed inward rather than burning out. A minuscule spark emerged from its heart, no bigger than a grain of sand, yet it possessed a terrifying density.

This was no simple fire; it was the Divine Spark of Flame. It represented the essence of heat, destruction, comfort, and rebirth refined to its absolute peak. Rather than sinking into the golden core, the spark drifted away from the leaf and settled in the void beside the core, hovering peacefully like a nascent star.

The leaf of ice responded shortly after. A heavy stillness permeated the inner source as a frigid clarity took shape. A pale blue spark condensed from that leaf, flawless and crystalline, embodying absolute stagnation, suppression, and the inevitability of the end.

Once the Divine Spark of Ice detached from the leaf, it moved to a position opposite the flame spark. The two maintained a perfect equilibrium without conflict, existing as independent yet harmonious neighbors.

Lightning was next, arriving with explosive intent. The Chaos Tree shuddered violently as the lightning leaf burst with jagged brilliance. Thunder resonated through Max's entire being, manifesting not as noise, but as pure authority. A violet spark took form, crackling with the concepts of speed, judgment, and a decisive will.

This Divine Spark of Lightning leaped from the leaf and came to a halt near the others, emitting soft arcs of electricity that lit up the inner source without causing any damage.

Space followed.

The leaf of space did not emit a bright light. Instead, the inner source itself began to warp subtly, as if the very concept of distance had become meaningless. A translucent spark emerged from the leaf, appearing to occupy several positions simultaneously.

The Divine Spark of Space was the manifestation of separation, unity, imprisonment, liberty, and eternal extension. It drifted silently near the golden core, anchoring itself without merging. Its presence caused the structure of the inner source to become significantly more stable and vast.

The sword was the final element.

The leaf signifying the Concept of Severing Sword sharpened until it was impossibly keen, its very presence slicing through perception. A dark silver spark condensed at its center, heavy with absolute intent.

This was the Divine Spark of Sword, the embodiment of finality, severance, and sovereign authority. Upon its separation from the leaf, the other Divine Sparks seemed to go still, instinctively recognizing its lethality. It took its station closest to Max's consciousness, lingering like a quiet executioner waiting for a signal.

The golden core absorbed none of these sparks.

Instead, it functioned as a stabilizing anchor at the center, while the five Divine Sparks formed a loose constellation around it. Each was sovereign and independent, yet all were bound by Max's existence and will. The Chaos Tree reached a state of total stability; its roots sank deeper into Max’s soul, its branches grew more robust, and its leaves became sharper and more defined.

This was not the typical internal structure of a Divine Rank cultivator.

Max had unintentionally constructed a foundation far more formidable than a standard fusion. His concepts had birthed Divine Sparks that functioned autonomously, capable of individual evolution and mutual resonance. One day, they could form true Cosmic Paths, unrestricted by the limitations of a single core.

When Max finally opened his eyes, he wasn't overwhelmed by arrogant superiority or explosive energy.

He felt a profound sense of clarity.

His power no longer surged in a chaotic mess; it obeyed him. Every concept now rested upon a divine foundation, each spark acting as a seed for future greatness, awaiting his command.

At that moment, a series of notifications flashed across his vision.

[Congratulations Max Voidwalker for leveling to 1st level of Divine Rank.] [Congratulations Max Voidwalker for leveling to 2nd level of Divine Rank.] [Congratulations Max Voidwalker for leveling to 3rd level of Divine Rank.] [Congratulations Max Voidwalker for leveling to 4th level of Divine Rank.] [Congratulations Max Voidwalker for leveling to 5th level of Divine Rank.] [Congratulations Max Voidwalker for leveling to 6th level of Divine Rank.]

'I jumped all the way to the sixth level of Divine Rank… nice.' Max smiled to himself, a small flash of genuine happiness appearing on his face as he felt his cultivation realm stabilize.

It wasn't actually surprising. He had consumed countless strikes from Mark, attacks that were saturated with the world's essence. Furthermore, he had just absorbed remnants of the Wraith of the World, a force designed to judge and annihilate existence.

Additionally, during his time at the Mythic Rank, he had repeatedly compressed his mana until his foundation reached an absurd density. All these factors had accumulated, and the outcome was inevitable. The moment he stepped into the Divine Rank, his cultivation erupted like a flood bursting a dam, propelling him straight to the sixth level without any delay.

However, that satisfaction lasted for less than a second.

The moment his realm settled, the world itself turned hostile.

It wasn't fueled by malice or hatred; it was governed by law.

The laws of Acaris reacted fiercely to his presence, treating him like a systemic error that could no longer be ignored. Space began to constrict around him. The sky bore down with an invisible, crushing weight.

The ground beneath him groaned as if it were supporting a load far beyond its capacity. This was the pressure of forced ascension—the world was demanding his departure, declaring that a being of his stature had no right to remain in the mortal realm.

Max’s expression turned grim.

The weight was significantly heavier than before. This wasn't the soft tug he had experienced earlier or the faint summons of the Divine Realm. This was pure coercion. The world was actively attempting to expel him, trying to uproot his existence and hurl him upward regardless of his wishes.

Without a second thought, Max triggered his fifth-level concept of space.

The space surrounding his body locked down immediately. Instead of expanding, it collapsed into a tightly controlled domain only a few meters wide. Within this restricted zone, spatial laws answered only to him. The force of ascension slammed into the boundary and rippled violently, creating distortions across the invisible shield like cracks spidering through glass.

Simultaneously, Max unsealed the first of the Seven Divine Veins: the Vein of Origin.

A primal, deep power flooded his system, bolstering his flesh, bones, blood, and soul simultaneously. His muscles grew taut, as if tempered from divine ore. His organs pulsed with a heavy, rhythmic resonance. Even his artificial soul shook under the pressure, heightening every sensation, every throb of pain, and every bit of resistance he mustered.

It still wasn't enough.

The pressure didn't fade; it grew more intense.

Blood began to trickle from the corners of Max’s mouth as the world continued its assault, with layers of reality crushing him like a range of mountains. His locked space let out an audible creak, and invisible fractures formed as the ascension force hammered it from every angle. His body trembled despite the boost from the Vein of Origin, and his dragon scales glowed faintly as they fought to mend the micro-tears appearing in his muscles.

Max gritted his teeth, refusing to give in.

He understood it clearly now: if his focus slipped for even a heartbeat, the world would grab him and rip him away from Acaris. He would be forced to ascend whether he was prepared or not, regardless of the cost.

This was the toll for such power.

Staying in the mortal world at this level of cultivation was no longer natural. It was a direct act of rebellion against the laws of existence.

Each breath grew heavier than the one before. Every beat of his heart sounded like a drum being struck with too much force. The world’s laws screamed at him in a silent roar, demanding his submission and his departure.

Yet, Max remained standing.

Sweat and blood mingled as they trailed down his face. His eyes were alight with intense concentration rather than terror. Even as the crushing weight threatened to break him, a calm determination took root deep in his core.

'Just give me a bit more time to say my goodbyes.' Max thought. He turned his gaze toward Freya and Lucien, wondering why they appeared so unbothered. Weren't they also being subjected to this forced ascension?