Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1410 Magical Dimension of Genesis!

Next, the heavens took form.

Over the vast terrain, a vast sky stretched out, its deep azure hue expanding to envelop the entire realm. Clouds assembled gradually, gliding lazily through the celestial expanse. A radiant sun materialized, glowing with a warm golden light, positioned ideally to cast soft illumination across the landscape. Soon after, a tranquil moon appeared, silvery and calm, set to govern the darkness.

The flow of time synchronized effortlessly around these elements, setting the cycle of daylight and darkness without Max having to direct it deliberately.

Life sprang forth afterward.

Woodlands flourished over the flatlands, ancient trees towering upward, their foliage rustling gently as breezes started to sweep through the domain. Verdant grass unfurled like a vibrant blanket, while vibrant blossoms erupted in myriad hues beside slopes and waterways.

Creatures arose on their own, with deer wandering the woods, birds soaring overhead, and various beasts populating the earth with subtle activity. No aspect seemed imposed. All elements adhered to the natural order of a medieval realm, crafted by the forces of nature instead of mechanical means.

Civilization emerged thereafter.

Stone pathways carved their way across the territory, linking communities that sprouted naturally near river junctions and rich meadows. Hamlets materialized initially, robust and unadorned, constructed from timber and rock. Flames flickered in fireplaces untouched by human effort, and expanses of farmland extended outward, primed for tilling.

Grander metropolises arose next, encircled by towering barriers and sentry spires, their designs clearly evoking the medieval era. Fortresses ascended on elevations and bluffs, their standards waving in the gusts, emblems poised for realms still unnamed.

Smithies anchored the centers of villages, their hammers robust and timeworn, as bustling bazaars took shape close by, with booths featuring bare surfaces awaiting goods. Temples, trade houses, and scholarly institutions also surfaced, laying the groundwork for belief, commerce, and knowledge.

Each edifice bore the imprint of ages past, as if countless generations had already inhabited and departed this place, despite the realm's fresh inception.

Max observed in hushed stillness as the scene developed around him.

He hadn't molded every particularity with focused intent. Such effort wasn't required. The Dimension of Genesis transformed his vision and creativity into tangible existence, seamlessly completing the voids with impeccable reasoning. This wasn't a mere phantasm or fleeting creation. It stood as a fully realized domain, solid and authentic, forged wholly from his determination.

With the last touches in place, the realm fell into a serene hush. Breezes whispered among the branches. Streams coursed steadily along their paths. Sunlight caressed the ground.

Max breathed out deliberately, a spark of wonder crossing his features.

A whole medieval domain now thrived where emptiness had reigned mere moments before.

Max lingered there wordlessly, his thoughts temporarily devoid of expression. He had merely envisioned the broad strokes of a medieval setting, a loose aspiration rather than a precise blueprint, but the Dimension of Genesis had answered by manifesting a comprehensive world with remarkable thoroughness. Peaks, waterways, groves, urban centers, and strongholds all coexisted in flawless balance, as if molded by eons of organic development instead of emerging in one swift moment.

"This is good," Max whispered at last, his tone subdued and genuine. He couldn't refute it. The vista ahead was stunning, unified, and vibrant in every way but one.

As the first wave of amazement faded, his sight began to detect the absences. Pathways lay deserted. Urban areas remained mute. Strongholds loomed grandly, but no flags displayed signs of active domains. No figures traversed the avenues, no chatter filled the bazaars, no joy or strife resounded within the corridors of society.

This realm possessed form, yet it wanted spirit.

"Of course, I cannot create life out of nothing," Max grumbled, a subtle grin laced with practicality forming on his lips. "If I could do that freely, then would I not already possess the power of a god?"

The instant those words escaped him, an unwelcome recollection arose. He thought of Acaris. He recalled positioning himself among the debris of a fractured world, grasping the golden crown, observing landmasses reassemble and oceans reemerge.

Beyond that, he recalled the fallen returning to life, how casualties from the conflict had been revived as if demise had been undone. Back then, he had assumed that feat was feasible solely due to the golden crown's profound link with his role as a Dimensional Keeper, enabling him to harness its complete dominion.

Yet this instance differed.

What he had accomplished here involved forging from void, forming substances, principles, and frameworks, but halting before genuine vitality. That limit persisted, resolute and absolute. The gap between forming a realm and birthing life loomed immense, and Max sensed it distinctly.

His eyes rose to the heavens of this newborn domain, and a profound inquiry crystallized in his thoughts.

"Do gods truly exist in this world?" Max pondered aloud in a gentle voice. "True gods?"

It was a query he had seldom entertained earnestly before. He had clashed with entities deemed gods, beheld sacred dominions, and observed abilities verging on the ultimate, but now, positioned inside a domain of his own making, the divide grew more defined.

What divided a practitioner capable of world-forging from an authentic deity who could birth vitality, destiny, and being itself?

The intrigue endured, subdued yet steady, as Max kept surveying the hushed medieval domain, a maker beholding his handiwork, reflecting on the threshold he hadn't surmounted.

After reflecting for some time, Max gave a slight shake of his head and let out a breath. Such inquiries felt far too remote for his present state. Dwelling on authentic deities and creation's bounds wouldn't aid his ongoing progress. The priority lay in his immediate capabilities.

"Now that I have the Dimension of Genesis, I should think of a way to return to Acaris someday and bring Alice and Lena here," Max grumbled as his mind redirected. He recognized full well that revisiting Acaris wouldn't prove simple. Traversing planes, evading notice, and safeguarding them demanded power, command, and readiness well exceeding his current holdings.

Aware that haste wouldn't serve, Max resolved to concentrate on prompt enhancements. He had barely attained the initial stage of the Rebirth Realm, and aggressively advancing his cultivation risked instability. Rather, he opted for a steadier, more potent route. He would bolster his base by honing his methods and legacies.

His focus shifted to the legacy vaults within his fire, frost, and blade dimensions. Those domains offered avenues for advancement without upsetting his cultivation, honing his battle prowess and insight concurrently.

"I should prepare fully for the Thirty Six Hall Grand Trial," Max stated gravely. "If I perform well and become a true disciple, there is a chance I can participate in major competitions within the Divine Realm. If my luck is good enough, I might even be able to join them."

He grasped this firmly. The Black Dragon Palace, and the broader Black Dragon Clan, ranked merely as a third-rate power. Regardless of their ample provisions, his development would inevitably stall within such confines.

Above third-rate entities loomed second-rate ones, and crowning them were the formidable first-rate powers. He had caught rumors of forces eclipsing even those, dominions perched at the Divine Realm's pinnacle.

The Divine Realm sprawled beyond imagination, and he had scarcely begun at its base. Against the challenges to come, his present might seemed trivial. Max tightened his grip gradually, his expression firming.

A lengthy journey still awaited before he could claim the summit.

And only then would he earn the privilege to claim his vengeance.