Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1378 Lilly Voidwalker

Quickly, Tian and Blob materialized next to Max, their stares locked onto the quivering crimson bloom positioned at the heart of the spirit field. The petals of the flower shook even more fiercely at this point, shining with a profound scarlet radiance as though searing vitality coursed through its core. Nearby spirit herbs leaned softly in its direction, reacting naturally to the shift in the atmosphere, while subtle waves of spirit power rippled outward in steady, pulsing rhythms.

"So the spirit has begun to awaken," Blob remarked with a pleased grin, his typical mischievous demeanor now laced with an uncommon touch of gravity. He could sense it distinctly. This event stood far from the usual happenings in the Dimension of Spirit.

Tian gave a slight nod, his gaze mirroring the scarlet shine. "This will be Master's very own spirit, forged from Master's blood and soul. Such an entity defies the standard rules." His tone remained steady, but clear reverence echoed through it.

Max observed the bloom intently, sensing the throbbing link intensify with every pulse of his heart. "In what way will it differ from the other spirits in this place?" he inquired, blending eagerness with intrigue.

A subtle smile crossed Tian's face, his attention fixed unwaveringly on the flower. "Master should witness it firsthand when the awakening finishes." His words held a hushed enigma, suggesting that mere description fell short of capturing the impending event.

While they lingered in anticipation, the shifts in the Dimension of Spirit grew more evident. The overhead sky darkened a touch, brushed with a soft scarlet tint, as the spirit breeze eased, like the realm itself paused in suspense.

Gradually, the various spirits dispersed throughout the dimension detected the unrest. Those frolicking near the black dragon egg halted and directed their focus to the origin of the disturbance. Guided by natural pull, they floated across the space, assembling around the field in quiet fascination.

Mimi even came to a stop mid-motion. The petulant frustration on her features dissolved as her eyes grew wide, detecting an unfamiliar sensation.

Silently, she rushed toward the scarlet light, merging into the expanding ring of spirits encircling the flower. For an instant, silence reigned. Every gaze converged on that single spot.

Abruptly, the crimson flower convulsed sharply, its radiance exploding into dazzling brilliance. Thin fissures formed across the petals, not from ruin but from liberation, as refined spirit essence burst forth.

A profound, vibrating tone resonated across the Dimension of Spirit, reverberating through all spatial levels like a proclamation of an exceptional arrival. The flower shattered in a cascade of scarlet brilliance, its structure breaking down into myriad specks that twisted and merged in the air.

Amid that whirlwind of red glow, a petite form gradually materialized.

A spirit arose, its frame crafted wholly from solidified scarlet essence. It bore a soft human-like silhouette, fragile and luminous, with extended tresses that gleamed like fluid fire. Its eyes fluttered open gradually, beaming with a rich red hue that echoed Max's bloodline presence.

The instant those eyes locked with Max's, the bond locked fully into position. An intense harmony rushed between them, so close and total that Max sensed a fragment of his soul emerging into view.

The fresh spirit floated serenely in the sky, its aura serene yet deep. The nearby spirits naturally bowed lower, Mimi included as she gazed in awe without a sound. This wasn't a typical spirit spawned from breeze, soil, or heavens. This was a spirit shaped by determination, blood, and fate, an existence that challenged the world's norms.

Max drew in a deep breath, his pulse racing as the connection rooted firmly inside him. The scarlet spirit pivoted completely toward him, a soft grin shaping on its mouth as if acknowledging its maker.

The emergence had concluded.

"Mother!" the spirit exclaimed, her tone pure and vibrant as she darted ahead and plunged into Max's arms. The action felt innate and brimming with feeling, like she had recognized him from her first instant of being.

Her tiny limbs encircled him firmly, gripping with unexpected force, as if she dreaded his vanishing should she loosen her hold.

"What?!" Max stiffened momentarily, utterly surprised by the abrupt warmth. He sensed the heat of her scarlet essence against him, the profound soul harmony throbbing vividly. She clutched him close, pressing her face to his torso, refusing to let go.

Max composed himself, then softly yet resolutely grasped her shoulders and eased her back slightly to view her expression. Her eyes sparkled vividly, brimming with untainted delight and devotion.

"Mother! Mother! Mother!" she repeated gleefully, her voice resonating gently across the Dimension of Spirit as she regarded him with utter faith.

A subtle flush warmed Max's cheeks, and he offered a wry smile before shaking his head. "I am not your mother," he stated evenly, striving for poise amid the oddity.

"You are not?" Upon hearing that, the spirit's face drooped right away. The sparkle in her eyes faded, her mouth quivering as sorrow washed over her delicate features. She stared at him like all purpose had drained from existence.

Witnessing her response, Max released a soft sigh. After a brief pause of doubt, he gritted his teeth a bit and replied once more, his tone warmer and assured. "I am your father. You can call me Father."

"Father?" The spirit cocked her head, evidently puzzling over the new term. Her gaze flashed with bewilderment briefly, then ignited with thrill as understanding struck. "Father! Father! Father!" she shouted in delight, her gloom evaporating as swiftly as it came.

Max let out a gentle laugh and inclined his head, his look affectionate. "Yes, I am your father," he affirmed, then examined her closely. "But you require a name. What is your name?"

"My name?" the spirit echoed, her voice reflective as she mulled it over. Moments later, she shook her head deliberately. "I do not have a name."

"Then I will give you one," Max declared with a grin full of true fondness. "From now on, your name is Lilly. Lilly Voidwalker."

"Lilly?" The spirit tried out the word, then bobbed her head eagerly, her countenance brightening anew. "I like the name Lilly. Thank you, Father, for giving me this name."

As she uttered those words, her form abruptly flared with a fierce scarlet brilliance. The glow surged in expanding pulses, more vivid than earlier, like naming her had sealed an essential part of her being.

The encircling spirits observed mutely as the crimson light fully shrouded her, signaling the start of a metamorphosis never before seen in the Dimension of Spirit.