Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1494 Sense of Incompleteness!

'She's swift,' Max pondered immediately, his countenance becoming grave.

The velocity she exhibited greatly exceeded that of the fighters he had battled before in the tower. The assault arrived so abruptly that even the slightest delay would have let the strike connect.

Not squandering a single instant, Max invoked the Storm King's legacy anew.

The seven bolts of heavenly retribution exploded near his form, enveloping him in crackling beams of luminous force. Vibrant multi-hued lightnings crackled fiercely in the atmosphere while the might coursed through his veins.

Leveraging that burst of velocity, Max responded promptly.

His frame transformed into a bolt of seven-hued lightning as he retreated swiftly. The motion propelled him multiple paces from his prior spot, letting the bow's arc sweep mere inches before his visage.

The bow cleaved through the void where his head had lingered just instants prior.

Witnessing this, the elven lady's face altered.

She gazed at Max with evident astonishment.

'I didn't anticipate you'd move this swiftly,' she remarked, regaining her footing after the failed blow.

For the first occasion since commencing combats against tower contenders, a foe had countered her initial assault.

All previous adversaries had followed the identical routine. Her pace had invariably overwhelmed them. By the point she unleashed her opening move, many were already wounded, and by her third assault, the fights concluded in their demise.

That identical strategy was what she planned for Max.

However, the youth before her had shattered that assumption entirely.

Though he held merely the third layer of the Rebirth Realm cultivation, rendering him seemingly frailer than any prior challenger, he became the initial one to evade her starting strike.

This awareness caused her to regard him in dazed incredulity.

'Reveal all your abilities,' Max stated with a composed grin.

'As you wish,' his mother responded.

As soon as her words ended, the energy enveloping her form transformed utterly. A burst of dazzling golden glow exploded forth as she triggered her Heavenly Luminance Sacred Bloodline. The force flowed from her depths like an ascending wave, saturating the arena with resplendent brightness.

The golden shimmer didn't merely radiate from her figure. It solidified swiftly into solid shapes as deep might amassed in the vicinity around her.

Blades started materializing.

Successively, weapons forged purely from golden illumination emerged in the sky near her. Every blade appeared keen and refined, their exteriors beaming with a holy splendor that emanated dominance. The armaments lingered motionless, yet each bore a crushing presence suggesting dread devastation.

In mere seconds, scores of these golden blades encircled her silhouette.

They drifted in a ringed array akin to a hushed legion awaiting orders. The blades' luminescence lit the field, projecting elongated beams of glow over the floor as her bloodline's potency kept throbbing in the breeze.

Max observed the spectacle intently.

Then his demeanor adjusted faintly as he detected an odd response inside his frame.

'My bloodline is stirring against her imperial lineage,' Max discerned with a subtle scowl.

The instant the Heavenly Luminance Sacred Bloodline roused in his sight, a profound element within him awakened. His blood throbbed with exceptional vigor as though echoing her might's existence. The feeling rang familiar.

He had sensed a comparable stir previously.

'This mirrors the sensation I had near Lenavira,' Max reflected silently.

Recollections rose in his thoughts as he sought to grasp the response.

'As far as I recall, Lenavira gained my mother's sacred lineage after forsaking her personal one.'

His musings intensified as he kept dissecting the circumstance.

'I roused the identical bloodline as my mother. Yet she once shared that my variant is an advanced form of hers—more potent and fuller.'

That detail explained why the elven folk had pursued him.

Due to the promise held in his lineage, the elves had assaulted his kin and violently seized the bloodline from his form.

The recollection of that event stayed engraved in his soul.

Although he had subsequently rekindled his sacred bloodline via the Divine Fragments, a subtle void had lingered within.

Max had perpetually sensed that minor flaw.

His Heavenly Luminance Divine Bloodline had reached full awakening, but profoundly he perceived the bloodline's source as not wholly intact.

Now, confronting his mother and directly perceiving her bloodline's strength, that sensation amplified greatly.

'This incompleteness sharpens vividly when I detect my mother's bloodline,' Max pondered.

Despite his edition being notionally a superior strain, the harmony of their forces unveiled a concealed reality.

An element that inherently was his had vanished.

'It appears the sole method to fully mend my bloodline involves reclaiming what was once mine,' Max determined softly as past remembrances reemerged in his mind.

'I must recover the primal origin bloodline extracted from my body.'

His stare firmed marginally as he regarded the female before him.

'Merely upon that origin bloodline's return to me will this void sensation at last vanish.'

'Brace yourself,' she cautioned Max, her visage growing earnest.

As her words concluded, the scores of golden blades encircling her body initiated motion.

A potent buzz saturated the arena as the armaments heeded her intent. The blades, previously drifting quietly, abruptly adjusted their stances and aimed squarely at Max. Each weapon blazed with fierce golden glow as the force inside them roiled fiercely.

Then they plunged.

The blades hurtled earthward successively at astonishing velocity. Their paths were acute and exact, as if directed by an unseen force. As the armaments advanced, their luminous paths slashed the sky like plummeting meteors.

In instants, the heavens over Max brimmed with golden blades.

The shining armaments cascaded toward him from all angles. Some dropped straight overhead while others arced through the breeze at trajectories blocking any flight. The field appeared swallowed by a tempest of golden illumination as the blades showered with inexorable might.

Every blade bore vast strength derived from the Heavenly Luminance Sacred Bloodline. The force cloaking them projected a suppressive presence capable of readily breaching a typical cultivator's guards.

Furthermore, each of these golden blade forms incorporated the 5th level concept of light, rendering the onslaught deadlier.

The earth under Max quaked as the descending blades' weight permeated the arena. The golden glow brightened all nearby, creating an illusion that the full sky had become an ocean of sacred armaments poised to assail.

Positioned amid that blade tempest, Max lifted his gaze as the deluge of golden edges bore down upon him.