Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1332 6th level of Divine Rank

The leaf of flame was the first to react. It radiated a profound, ancient light that didn't flare outward but instead pulled inward. At its core, a microscopic spark manifested, no bigger than a speck of dust, yet it held a terrifying density.

This was no common fire; it was the Divine Spark of Flame—the very quintessence of burning, ruin, warmth, and rebirth distilled to its ultimate form. Rather than sinking into the golden core, the spark drifted from its leaf and settled in the void beside the core, hovering peacefully like a nascent star.

Shortly after, the leaf of ice gave its response. A deep stillness permeated the inner source as a freezing clarity took shape. From that leaf, a pale blue spark condensed, crystalline and flawless, representing absolute silence, suppression, preservation, and the inevitable end.

The Divine Spark of Ice detached from the leaf and took its place opposite the flame spark. They maintained a state of perfect equilibrium without conflict, each existing independently yet in total harmony.

Lightning was next, arriving with explosive force. The Chaos Tree trembled more violently as the lightning leaf burst with piercing brilliance. Thunder resonated through Max's entire being, manifesting not as noise, but as pure authority. A violet spark took form, crackling with the essence of speed, judgment, and a resolute will.

This Divine Spark of Lightning leaped from the leaf and came to a halt near the others, emitting soft arcs of electricity that lit up the inner source without causing any harm.

Then, space followed.

The leaf of space didn't shine with great intensity. Instead, the inner source itself began to warp slightly, as if the very concept of distance had become meaningless. A translucent spark emerged from that leaf, appearing to occupy several positions simultaneously.

The Divine Spark of Space was the embodiment of separation, unity, imprisonment, liberty, and limitless expansion. It floated silently near the golden core, anchoring itself without merging, which caused the structure of the inner source to become significantly more stable and vast.

The sword was the final element.

The leaf representing the Concept of Severing Sword sharpened to an inconceivable degree, its very presence slicing through perception. A dark silver spark condensed at its center, heavy with an absolute intent.

This was the Divine Spark of Sword, the manifestation of severance, finality, resolve, and authority. As it separated from the leaf, even the other Divine Sparks seemed to grow still, instinctively recognizing its sharp edge. It took its station closest to Max's consciousness, hovering like a mute executioner poised for a command.

The golden core did not consume any of these sparks.

Instead, it functioned as a stabilizing anchor at the center, while the five Divine Sparks formed a loose constellation around it. Each was independent and sovereign, yet all were bound by Max’s will and existence. The Chaos Tree reached a state of complete stability, its roots burrowing deeper into Max's being while its branches grew more robust and its leaves became sharper and more defined.

This was not the typical structure of a Divine Rank cultivator.

Rather than blending everything into a solitary source, Max had inadvertently established a foundation for something far more formidable. His concepts had birthed Divine Sparks that existed autonomously, capable of independent evolution and mutual resonance, destined to one day form true Cosmic Paths without being limited by a single core.

When Max finally opened his eyes, he wasn't overwhelmed by a sense of explosive power or arrogant pride.

He felt only clarity.

His strength was no longer a chaotic surge; it was obedient. Every concept now possessed a divine foundation, and every spark was a seed for something much greater, merely awaiting his direction.

In that moment, a series of notifications flashed before his vision.

[Congratulations Max Voidwalker for leveling to 1st level of Divine Rank.]

[Congratulations Max Voidwalker for leveling to 2nd level of Divine Rank.]

[Congratulations Max Voidwalker for leveling to 3rd level of Divine Rank.]

[Congratulations Max Voidwalker for leveling to 4th level of Divine Rank.]

[Congratulations Max Voidwalker for leveling to 5th level of Divine Rank.]

[Congratulations Max Voidwalker for leveling to 6th level of Divine Rank.]

'I climbed all the way to the sixth level of Divine Rank… nice.' Max smiled faintly, a brief moment of true satisfaction crossing his features as he felt his realm stabilize.

It wasn't actually surprising. He had consumed countless strikes from Mark, attacks that were saturated with the world's essence. Furthermore, he had just absorbed remnants of the Wraith of the World, a power designed to judge and nullify existence.

Beyond that, during his time at the Mythic Rank, he had repeatedly compressed his mana until his foundation reached an absurd density. Everything had accumulated and stacked, making the result inevitable. The moment he stepped into the Divine Rank, his cultivation surged like a flood bursting through a dam, propelling him straight to the sixth level without stopping.

However, that joy didn't last for more than a heartbeat.

The second his realm settled, the world itself became hostile.

It wasn't out of hate or malice; it was simply law.

The laws of Acaris reacted violently to his presence, as though his very existence had become an error that could no longer be permitted. Space began to tighten around him. The sky bore down with an invisible, crushing weight.

The ground beneath him groaned as if it were supporting a load far beyond its capacity. This was the pressure of forced ascension—the world was demanding his departure, insisting that a being of his caliber had no place remaining in the mortal realm.

Max’s expression turned grim.

The pressure was significantly more intense than before. This wasn't the soft tug he had experienced earlier or the distant beckoning of the Divine Realm. This was pure coercion. The world was actively seeking to evict him, to rip his existence away and hurl him upward regardless of his consent.

Without a second thought, Max triggered his fifth-level concept of space.

The space surrounding his body locked instantly. It didn't expand outward; instead, it collapsed inward into a perfectly managed domain spanning only a few meters. Within this restricted zone, spatial laws answered to him alone. The force of ascension slammed into the boundary and rippled violently, sending distortions across the invisible shield like cracks spreading through a pane of glass.

Simultaneously, Max activated the first of the Seven Divine Veins: the Vein of Origin.

A profound, primordial power flooded his body, strengthening his flesh, bone, blood, and soul all at once. His muscles grew taut as if cast from divine metal. His organs thrummed with a heavy, rhythmic pulse. Even his artificial soul shivered under the pressure, heightening every sensation, every throb of pain, and every bit of resistance he offered.

It was still not enough.

The pressure didn't fade; it grew stronger.

Blood began to trickle from the corners of Max’s mouth as the world continued its assault, layers of reality pressing down on him like a stack of mountains. His locked space emitted an audible creak, and invisible fractures appeared as the ascension force hammered it from every angle. His body trembled despite the power of the Vein of Origin, his dragon scales glowing faintly as they worked tirelessly to mend the micro-tears forming in his skin.

Max gritted his teeth, refusing to give in.

He could sense it clearly. If he relaxed for even a second, or if his focus slipped for a moment, the world would grab him and snatch him away from Acaris. He would be forced to ascend whether he was prepared or not, regardless of the consequences.

This was the cost of his power.

Staying in the mortal world at this level of strength was no longer natural. It was an act of rebellion against existence itself.

Each breath felt more labored than the one before. Every beat of his heart sounded like a drum being struck with excessive force. The laws of the world screamed at him in a silent voice, demanding his submission and his departure.

Nonetheless, Max remained standing.

Sweat mingled with blood as it dripped down his face. His eyes didn't show fear, only a burning focus. Even as the pressure threatened to break him, a cold determination settled deep in his core.

'Just give me a bit more time to say my goodbyes.' Max thought, turning his gaze toward Freya and Lucien. He wondered why they looked so unbothered. Weren't they also being subjected to this forceful ascension?