Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1375 Primordial Elements Scripture

A genuine flicker of astonishment crossed Elder Soren's typically stoic expression as he lifted an eyebrow. Nurturing even one element to true proficiency in the Divine Realm demanded extraordinary aptitude and endless years, with the majority of cultivators devoting their whole existence to mastering just a solitary route.

Encountering a fresh recruit who mentioned blending several elements so nonchalantly caught him completely off guard. However, he held back from expressing any skepticism. In its place, he gradually rotated and reached out an arm towards the distant end of the immense chamber.

"Take a glance in that direction," Elder Soren instructed while gesturing. Across from them in the Treasure Hall, innumerable slim volumes hovered quietly inside see-through azure enclosures, every one shimmering softly like silent sentinels over the wisdom locked away. The very view evoked layers of timelessness and age, as if every cultivation method held a piece of the Divine Realm's ancient legacy.

"Every single one represents a cultivation technique," Elder Soren went on, his voice even and composed. "Among them lie methods inherited from bygone times, skills honed by masters of the Divine Realm, and fragmented inheritances abandoned by toppled forces. Feel free to explore. Should destiny lead you to any, you'll discover a fitting match."

Max gave a nod, his gaze already pulled towards the ocean of luminous enclosures. In contrast to the armaments that probed raw power and resolve head-on, these cultivation methods seemed more elusive, harboring their own subtle perils.

Selecting an ill-suited one might chain his potential progress, whereas a proper choice could form the bedrock propelling him across the Divine Realm and into realms far greater.

Mindful of this truth, Max advanced into the expanse of radiant azure boxes, his senses extending as he meticulously scanned the cultivation methods confined inside.

Initially, the sheer volume and diversity proved staggering. Innumerable methods centered on a lone element appeared, some pushing flames to blistering heights, others chasing the icy hush of frost, and plenty harnessing thunder for devastating velocity and ruin.

Techniques bolstering nothing but bodily might caught his eye, alongside arts that fortified the spirit alone, and tomes pursuing enigmatic routes like gales, alloy, gloom, radiance, venom, or even echoes.

Labels emerged successively as his awareness grazed the boxes, monikers such as Blazing Sun Heart Scripture, Ninefold Frost Vein Manual, Heaven Roaring Lightning Codex, Void Step Cultivation Art, Star Metal Body Refinement, Abyssal Shadow Scripture, and Radiant Spirit Sutra.

Each exuded a unique essence, potent and polished on its terms, but they all bore the identical flaw. Their designs revolved around one route, one element, one idea.

As Max pressed further in, the true scarcity of multi-element cultivation methods dawned on him. Amid the vast array of silent tomes drifting through the chamber, merely a sparse few projected merged essences, and those came with profound defects.

Certain ones strived to merge blaze and thunder yet traded steadiness for brute force, while others sought to unite frost and gusts but required such intense affinity that most practitioners would shatter amid practice.

A handful of mixed methods existed, including Twin Element Resonance Art, Tri Core Element Method, and Fourfold Element Circulation Manual, yet upon closer scrutiny from Max, their shortcomings stood out plainly.

Shallow roots plagued them, their equilibrium contrived instead of innate, and their trajectories for sustained advancement appeared blatantly capped. Pursuing them could yield quick bursts of might, but within the Divine Realm, fleeting power paled against a solid, boundless base.

Right as Max prepared to proceed, his pace faltered. A single azure box quivered subtly, barely noticeable, responding to his approach. Diverging from the rest, its presence lacked hostility or arrogance.

Rather, it radiated immensity, serenity, and depth, like diverse elements dwelling peacefully inside without strife. Max concentrated on it, and the method's title emerged vividly in his thoughts.

Primordial Elements Scripture.

The instant awareness struck, a gentle harmony coursed through Max's frame. Flames, frost, thunder, void, and even affinities he hadn't grasped completely stirred softly, as though recognizing an old ally.

This method avoided cramming disparate elements forcibly or favoring any above the rest. It centered on equilibrium, flow, and shared enhancement, permitting various elements to thrive in unified cultivation while amplifying one another.

It imposed no cap on cultivable elements, nor set a fixed conclusion. Harmony served as its core, with transformation marking the way forward.

A subtle spark of thrill gleamed in Max's narrowed gaze, an uncommon sight. Amid myriad upon myriad of methods, this alone avoided seeming like a half-measure.

It promised a route that could evolve with him, bend to his swelling strength, and bolster all elements he held now and those yet to come.

"This one," Max whispered quietly to himself, his fingers extending towards the shining box with firm resolve.

"Ah, this indeed fits multi-element cultivation well," Elder Soren remarked with a gradual nod, a uncommon glint of endorsement crossing his habitually rigid features. "Primordial Elements Scripture ranks as a superior Saint Tier cultivation technique. Given your present level and base, it proves ample and truly among the top selections available."

He halted briefly before pressing on, his voice gaining a touch of gravity. "This scripture prioritizes equilibrium and enduring progress over sudden surges of might. Numerous recruits dismiss it for lacking instant dominance, yet those versed in true cultivation recognize how such methods turn far more formidable over time."

"Claim it then," Elder Soren concluded evenly.

Max arched a single brow, a subtle shadow of wariness touching his look. "No trial for this?"

"None," Elder Soren answered promptly. "Unlike armaments, cultivation methods don't assess your current prowess. Success in wielding them hinges solely on your insight, your groundwork, and your ongoing dedication."

With that, Max inclined his head. He rested both palms against the azure box, its glow dimming as the petite relic tome slid into his hold. The second his grip tightened, a hidden profundity within its leaves brushed him faintly, a constant and deep pulse echoing his form and affinities.

"Regarding the combat method," Max stated following a short lull, raising his eyes to Elder Soren, "I seek a sword technique."

His tone held no doubt. Each clash he'd endured, each foe he'd overcome, stemmed from his blade, though every skill he used traced back to mortal origins.

In the Divine Realm, where cosmic rules dictated strife, those earthly blade forms would surely lag. To persist on the sword's way here, he required a combat method forged in the Divine Realm, one aligning with his Severing Sword essence's profundity and evolving with him ahead.

Elder Soren observed Max for a fleeting instant, then shifted his attention leisurely to a different area of the Treasure Hall, where myriad sword methods rested encased, each pulsing with a sharp and imposing vibe.