Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1378 Lilly Voidwalker

Tian and Blob quickly materialized next to Max, their eyes locked onto the quivering crimson bloom positioned right in the heart of the spirit field. The petals of the flower shook even more fiercely, radiating a profound scarlet luminescence as though liquid vitality coursed through its core. Nearby spiritual herbs leaned subtly in its direction, reacting naturally to the shift in the atmosphere, while subtle waves of spirit energy rippled out in steady, pulsing patterns.

"The spirit is starting to stir," Blob remarked with a pleased grin, his typical mischievous look now touched by an unusual trace of seriousness. He could sense it distinctly. This event was far from commonplace in the Dimension of Spirit.

Tian gave a nod, his gaze capturing the scarlet shimmer. "This will become Master's personal spirit, forged from Master's essence and spirit. A creation like this defies the usual rules." His tone remained steady, but awe clearly laced his words.

Max observed the bloom intently, sensing the throbbing link intensify with every pulse of his heart. "In what ways will it differ from the other spirits in this place?" he inquired, blending eagerness with intrigue.

Tian offered a subtle smile, his attention fixed unwaveringly on the flower. "Master should witness it firsthand when the awakening finishes." A subtle enigma colored his voice, suggesting that mere description fell short of the impending marvel.

While they lingered in anticipation, the alterations in the Dimension of Spirit grew more evident. The overhead sky grew a touch darker, infused with a soft scarlet tint, and the spirit breeze eased as though the entire realm paused in expectation.

Gradually, the various spirits dispersed throughout the dimension detected the anomaly. Those frolicking near the dark dragon egg halted and directed their focus to the origin of the disturbance. Guided by innate pull, they floated through the sky, assembling around the field with quiet interest.

Mimi even came to a stop mid-motion. The petulant frustration on her features dissolved as her eyes grew wide, detecting an unfamiliar sensation.

Silently, she dashed toward the scarlet radiance, merging with the expanding ring of spirits encircling the flower. For an instant, silence reigned. Every gaze converged on that single spot.

The crimson flower abruptly convulsed with force, its brilliance exploding into dazzling ferocity. Slender fissures formed across the petals, not indicating ruin but liberation, as untainted spirit essence erupted forth.

A profound, vibrating tone resonated across the Dimension of Spirit, reverberating through all spatial levels like a proclamation of an exceptional arrival. The flower shattered in a cascade of scarlet brilliance, its structure breaking into myriad specks that danced and merged in the air.

Amid that whirlwind of crimson glow, a petite form gradually materialized.

A spirit materialized, its frame composed wholly of solidified scarlet essence. It bore a soft human-like silhouette, ethereal and luminous, with cascading locks that gleamed like molten fire. Its eyes fluttered open gradually, shining with a rich red hue that echoed Max's bloodline presence.

As soon as those eyes locked with Max's, the bond locked in fully. An intense harmony rushed between them, so close and total that Max sensed a fragment of his soul emerging into visibility.

The fresh spirit floated serenely aloft, its aura tranquil yet deep. The nearby spirits naturally bowed lower, Mimi included, who gazed in awe without a sound. This wasn't a spirit spawned from elements like breeze, soil, or heavens. This was a spirit shaped by determination, blood, and fate, challenging the established norms.

Max drew in a measured breath, his pulse racing as the connection rooted firmly inside him. The scarlet spirit pivoted completely toward him, a soft curve appearing on its mouth as if acknowledging its maker.

The emergence had concluded.

"Mother!" the spirit exclaimed, her tone pure and vibrant as she darted ahead and plunged into Max's arms. The action felt innate and brimming with feeling, like she had recognized him from her very inception.

Her tiny limbs encircled him snugly, gripping with unexpected force, as if she dreaded his vanishing should she loosen her hold.

"What?!" Max stiffened momentarily, utterly surprised by the abrupt display of fondness. He sensed the heat of her scarlet essence against him, the profound soul link throbbing vividly. She clutched him close, pressing her face to his torso, refusing to let go.

Max composed himself, then softly yet resolutely grasped her shoulders and eased her back slightly to view her expression. Her eyes sparkled with unadulterated delight and devotion.

"Mother! Mother! Mother!" she continued to chant gleefully, her words softly reverberating through the Dimension of Spirit as she regarded him with utter faith.

A subtle flush warmed Max's cheeks, and he offered a wry smile before shaking his head. "I am not your mother," he stated evenly, striving to appear unruffled amid the oddity.

"You are not?" Upon hearing him, the spirit's face crumpled at once. The glow in her eyes faded, her mouth quivering as sorrow washed over her delicate features. She stared at him like all purpose had evaporated from her world.

Observing her response, Max released a soft sigh. After a brief pause, he gritted his teeth lightly and replied once more, his tone warmer and assured. "I am your father. You can call me Father."

"Father?" The spirit cocked her head, evidently grappling with the new term. Her gaze flashed with bewilderment briefly, then ignited with thrill as comprehension struck. "Father! Father! Father!" she shouted happily, her gloom evaporating as swiftly as it had come.

Max let out a gentle laugh and inclined his head, his look affectionate. "Yes, I am your father," he affirmed, then examined her closely. "But you require a name. What is your name?"

"My name?" the spirit echoed, her voice reflective as she mulled it over. Moments later, she shook her head deliberately. "I do not have a name."

"Then I will give you one," Max declared with a grin full of true warmth. "From now on, your name is Lilly. Lilly Voidwalker."

"Lilly?" The spirit tried out the word, then bobbed her head eagerly, her expression brightening anew. "I like the name Lilly. Thank you, Father, for giving me this name."

With those words escaping her, her form abruptly flared with a fierce scarlet brilliance. The radiance surged in rhythmic bursts, more vivid than earlier, as if naming her had finalized an essential aspect of her being.

The encircling spirits observed mutely as the crimson light fully encased her, signaling the onset of a metamorphosis unprecedented in the Dimension of Spirit.