Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1375 Primordial Elements Scripture

An eyebrow arched on Elder Soren's face, real astonishment flickering over his typically impassive features. Properly mastering just one element in the Divine Realm demanded exceptional aptitude and endless years, with the majority of cultivators dedicating their whole existence to mastering a solitary route.

Hearing a fresh recruit discuss blending several elements so offhandedly caught him off guard. Yet, he held back his skepticism. Rather, he gradually pivoted and stretched out his arm toward the far end of the expansive chamber.

"Check that direction," Elder Soren instructed while gesturing. In that area of the Treasure Hall, numerous petite volumes hovered quietly inside see-through azure enclosures, every enclosure shimmering softly like a sentinel over the wisdom locked away. The view evoked a profound sense of age and mystery, as if every cultivation method held a piece of the Divine Realm's ancient legacy.

"Every single one represents a cultivation technique," Elder Soren went on, his voice even. "Among them lie practices from bygone times, skills honed by Divine Realm masters, and fragmented inheritances from vanished forces. Feel free to explore. Should destiny connect you to any, you'll discover a fitting match."

Max gave a nod, his gaze pulled toward the ocean of luminous enclosures. In contrast to the armaments that probed power and resolve head-on, these cultivation methods seemed more elusive, harboring their own brand of peril.

Picking an unsuitable one might bind his potential development, whereas selecting the ideal could form the bedrock propelling him across the Divine Realm and into distant horizons.

Grasping this truth solidly, Max advanced into the expanse of radiant azure enclosures, his senses extending as he meticulously inspected the cultivation methods encased inside.

Initially, the sheer volume and diversity proved staggering. Innumerable cultivation techniques centered on one element alone, certain ones intensifying fire to its utmost, others chasing the chill and serenity of ice, and plenty centering on lightning's burst of velocity and ruin.

He encountered methods stressing unadulterated bodily enhancement, skills bolstering solely the spirit, and texts orbiting esoteric routes like wind, metal, darkness, light, poison, or sound itself.

Titles emerged successively as his awareness grazed the enclosures, labels such as Blazing Sun Heart Scripture, Ninefold Frost Vein Manual, Heaven Roaring Lightning Codex, Void Step Cultivation Art, Star Metal Body Refinement, Abyssal Shadow Scripture, and Radiant Spirit Sutra.

Every one exuded a unique presence, potent and polished on its terms, but they all bore the identical drawback. Construction around a lone route, a lone element, a lone idea defined them.

Venturing further, Max realized the true scarcity of multi-element cultivation techniques. Amid the vast array of texts drifting quietly through the chamber, merely a sparse few projected merged presences, and those came with profound imperfections.

Certain efforts merged fire and lightning yet traded steadiness for brute force, whereas some blended ice and wind but required such intense affinity that most practitioners would falter mid-process.

A handful of mixed methods existed, such as Twin Element Resonance Art, Tri Core Element Method, and Fourfold Element Circulation Manual, yet upon closer scrutiny from Max, their flaws stood out instantly.

Shallow bases, contrived equilibrium instead of innate, and evidently capped trajectories for sustained progress marked them. Pursuing such paths could yield quick might, but within the Divine Realm, fleeting power paled against a solid, boundless base.

Right when Max prepared to proceed, his pace faltered. A single azure enclosure quivered subtly, barely noticeable, reacting to his approach. Distinct from the rest, its presence lacked aggression or dominance.

Vastness, tranquility, and depth characterized it instead, like various elements dwelling peacefully together inside without strife. Max concentrated, and the cultivation method's title emerged sharply in his thoughts.

Primordial Elements Scripture.

The instant awareness hit him, a gentle echo surged through Max's form. Fire, ice, lightning, space, and elements beyond his full grasp all stirred softly, as though recognizing an old acquaintance.

This method avoided cramming disparate elements or favoring any single one. Centered on equilibrium, flow, and shared enhancement, it permitted multiple elements to thrive in unified structure, each amplifying the others.

Limits on element count or fixed conclusions evaded it. Harmony served as its core, with progression as its direction.

A subtle narrowing touched Max's eyes, uncommon thrill sparking within. Out of myriad techniques spanning thousands, this alone avoided seeming like a concession.

It appeared as a route evolving with him, molding to his swelling might, and bolstering all elements in his arsenal now and those to come later.

"This one," Max whispered quietly to himself, his fingers extending toward the shining enclosure with firm resolve.

"Oh, this one is indeed suitable for multi-element cultivation," Elder Soren remarked with a gradual nod, an uncommon glint of endorsement crossing his typically rigid countenance. "Primordial Elements Scripture ranks as a high Saint Tier cultivation technique. For your present level and base, it proves ample and, truthfully, among the finest selections possible."

He halted briefly before resuming, his voice gaining a touch more gravity. "This scripture prioritizes equilibrium and enduring advancement over sudden bursts of might. Numerous recruits ignore it since it lacks instant dominance, yet true cultivation experts recognize such methods as far deadlier over time."

"Go ahead and take it," Elder Soren concluded evenly.

Max lifted an eyebrow, a subtle wariness shading his look. "There is no test for this one?"

"No," Elder Soren answered promptly. "Cultivation arts differ from weapons. They don't assess your power right then. Success in practicing them hinges solely on your insight, your groundwork, and your ongoing dedication."

At those words, Max inclined his head. He pressed both palms against the azure enclosure, its glow dimming as the compact vintage tome slid into his hold. Upon contact with his digits, he vaguely perceived the profundity nestled in its leaves, a constant and deep pulse harmonizing with his physique and elements.

"As for the battle art," Max stated following a short lull, raising his sight to Elder Soren, "I want a sword art."

Certainty filled his tone without pause. Each clash he'd endured, each foe he'd overcome, stemmed from his blade, though every skill he depended on originated from mortal domains.

Amid the Divine Realm, where laws molded battles, those earthly sword methods would surely lag. To persist on the sword's way here, he required a battle art forged in the Divine Realm, one aligning with his Severing Sword concept's depth and advancing with him ahead.

Elder Soren observed Max momentarily, then leisurely shifted his attention to a different zone of the Treasure Hall, where myriad sword arts remained confined, each projecting a unique and imposing aura.