Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1401 Into the Rebirth Realm!
Previously on Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100...
"These ought to suffice for me to attain the Rebirth Realm," Max murmured softly while his gaze scanned across the gathered treasures. No one grasped his circumstances as deeply as he did. Thanks to his extraordinary foundation, robust physique, and the myriad paths he trod all at once, each advancement required vastly more resources than the usual amount.
While fellow cultivators might require just one or two items, Max demanded several times that quantity merely to overcome a lone barrier. For that reason, he had gathered ten of them promptly.
Max shut his eyes and started to circulate the Primordial Elemental Scripture, his cultivation method. Mana rushed through his form like a mighty torrent suddenly freed, coursing along every meridian and permeating all parts of his being.
He triggered the initial treasure, unleashing its stored energy into him with a fierce torrent. His cultivation base quivered as the influx blended with his inner power, and in mere seconds, the wall of the eighth level of the Divine Rank broke apart entirely.
[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for leveling to 9th level of Divine Rank]
The ninth level of Divine Rank had been attained.
Relief did not follow the breakthrough. Rather, it heightened every sensation. His body surged with insatiable craving, as if still unquenched, yearning for additional energy. Max pressed on without pause. He drew in a second treasure right away, followed by a third, letting the immense spiritual force merge seamlessly with his mana.
His aura swelled swiftly, a heavy pressure enveloping the training area as his cultivation ascended further. Accompanied by a muffled inner blast, the ninth level crumbled under the immense weight of his foundation, propelling his cultivation onward.
[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for leveling to 10th level of Divine Rank]
The tenth level of the Divine Rank was now his, but Max refused to halt for even an instant. Unlike most cultivators who would rush to consolidate their gains, wary of rebound or failure, Max advanced with steadfast determination. He perceived it with utter certainty.
The divide separating the Divine Rank from the Rebirth Realm was no typical hurdle. It loomed ahead like a timeless and ruthless portal, insisting on the utter demolition and renewal of his whole being.
Entry into this realm could not come from steady buildup alone. The cultivator had to forsake the former self utterly.
As Max drove his cultivation beyond its threshold, his body commenced to dissolve. No slow fracturing or incomplete breakdown occurred. His flesh, bones, meridians, organs, and even his honed physical frame were obliterated in a flash, transforming into scattered pure energy particles that dispersed into oblivion.
Pain was absent, and no cry escaped. Max's awareness stayed crystal clear even as his corporeal form ended, rendering the training chamber profoundly still.
In the chamber's heart, solely his mana core persisted.
The golden core hovered serenely in the air, emanating an archaic and deep aura distant from standard cultivation. Encircling it, the core essence of Max's being unveiled itself. The Chaos Tree appeared in its majestic glory, roots delving into the void while branches gleamed with primal command.
Encircling it were portals to his various dimensions, each exuding a unique aura and principle, embodying Lightning, Flames, Time, Space, Ice, and the profounder realms awaiting full emergence. Nearby drifted a sphere of hellish energy, thick and burdensome, throbbing with ruinous purpose.
Adjacent streamed the essence of the Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline, immense and domineering, as the Heavenly Luminance Sacred Bloodline glowed with tranquil radiance, the clashing bloodlines coexisting in flawless, improbable balance.
Orbiting the golden core lay his Divine Sparks. The Space spark throbbed with infinite expanse. The Lightning spark sparked with ultimate sovereignty. The Flame spark blazed with total supremacy.
The Sword spark emitted keen, detached precision. The Ice spark projected timeless quietude. Each Divine Spark orbited deliberately, no longer shaky power shards, but forms poised for evolution. Upon breaching the Rebirth Realm threshold, those Divine Sparks initiated their shift.
Fissures surfaced in each Divine Spark.
From those fissures, nascent laws arose.
Successively, the Divine Sparks imploded, discarding their prior essence and solidifying into Law Embryos. The Space Law Embryo took shape initially, serene and expansive, anchoring the nearby void.
Lightning came next, its Law Embryo fierce and overbearing, imposing unchallenged rule. Flame solidified afterward, searing with unadulterated command over mere warmth. Sword law surfaced mutely, bearing the intent of division beyond feeling or purpose. Ice concluded the process, hushed and perpetual, binding disorder into structure.
These Law Embryos clashed not at all. They harmonized instinctively around the golden core, crafting an impeccable and novel array of laws.
With Law Embryos in place, the rebuilding commenced.
Out of the void, Max's form began to reassemble. The skeleton emerged first, shaped straight from purified law energy instead of tissue. Sinews came after, interlaced from dense life force and untainted law. Meridians resurfaced, transformed from delicate pathways into expansive vessels fit for godly essence.
Organs remade themselves with flawless balance, each imbued with bloodline might and legal dominion. Skin appeared finally, etched with subtle golden motifs that faded upon stabilization.
Upon finishing the reconstruction, Max's eyes fluttered open.
The change was over.
This surpassed a mere advancement. It marked genuine rebirth. His prior Divine Rank form had vanished entirely, replaced by a Rebirth Realm body, crafted via laws rather than grown tissue.
The Law Embryos embedded themselves profoundly within, steady and latent, biding time for full awakening. Max's aura quieted, though its profundity now exceeded all previous depths.
At last, the ascent to the Rebirth Realm was fulfilled.
[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for leveling to 1st level of Rebirth Realm.]
"That sensation during my body's dissolution felt utterly odd," Max whispered with a subtle grin as he gradually tightened his fist, feeling the novel yet solidly grounded power coursing inside. "Yet now, I've genuinely stepped into the Rebirth Realm."
His eyes grew a touch gentler as a fresh insight took root in his thoughts. "The fabricated soul implanted by the Witch of the North to keep me alive has disappeared. My soul has undergone rebirth alongside my body."
In his words, Max sensed the contrast sharply. The stand-in presence, an outside element that had only preserved his life, had fully evaporated amid the breakthrough.
Replacing it was his authentic soul, intact and unified, remolded through the identical cycle that had dismantled and rebuilt his form. No longer a makeshift creation from foreign aid, it now vibrated in flawless accord with his body, bloodlines, and the integrated laws.
In that instant, Max grasped why this stage bore the name Rebirth Realm.
It went beyond basic cultivation progress or mere power growth. The Rebirth Realm embodied total rejuvenation. All that characterized a cultivator faced foundational ruin, then reemerged from the ether.
The body underwent not enhancement but wholesale recreation, tempered by law over matter. The soul experienced not hardening but renewal, liberated from flaws, outer ties, and synthetic aids. Even core existence reset, enabling the cultivator to proceed as an entirely novel entity.
In the Divine Rank, traces of mortal roots lingered in physique, spirit, or dependence on external forces. The Rebirth Realm wiped those away utterly. It cut off history and reshaped destiny.
Through complete annihilation alone could a cultivator emerge reborn into the Divine Realm as a true divine entity.
As Max lingered in quiet reflection, he saw that this realm's name held profound weight. Rebirth Realm served not as allegory or flourish. It described the ordeal precisely, a stage where demise and renewal intertwined, crafting a being free to tread the authentic Divine Realm path unbound.
"Time to check my status," Max said under his breath. "It's been ages since I last viewed it."