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

Next, the heavens took form.

Over the terrain below, a vast sky stretched out, its deep azure hue extending until it enveloped the entire realm. Clouds assembled gradually, gliding lazily through the expanse above. A radiant sun materialized, glowing with warm gold, positioned ideally to cast a soft illumination across the ground. 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 emerged afterward.

Woodlands sprouted over the flatlands, ancient trees shooting up high, their foliage rustling gently as breezes started to sweep through the domain. Verdant grass unfurled like a vibrant blanket, while blossoms in myriad hues burst open beside slopes and waterways.

Creatures arose on their own, with deer wandering the woods, birds soaring overhead, and various beasts populating the area with subtle activity. No element seemed imposed. All adhered to the natural order of a medieval realm crafted by the forces of nature, not by mechanical means.

Civilization arrived then.

Paths of stone carved pathways over the landscape, linking communities that sprang up naturally near water junctions and rich soils. Hamlets materialized initially, robust and basic, constructed from timber and rock. Flames flickered in fireplaces untouched by human hands, and farmlands extended ready for planting.

Grander urban centers rose next, encircled by towering barriers and lookout spires, featuring distinctly medieval designs. Fortresses ascended on elevations and bluffs, their flags waving in the gusts, emblems poised for realms still unnamed.

Smithies anchored the cores of settlements, their hammers sturdy and battle-tested, as nearby bazaars took shape with booths holding bare surfaces awaiting goods. Temples, trade houses, and schools also manifested, laying the groundwork for belief, commerce, and knowledge.

Each building bore the essence of ages past, like countless eras of inhabitants had come and gone, despite the realm's fresh birth.

Max observed in quiet stillness as everything materialized in front of him.

He hadn't molded each aspect with focused effort. Such precision wasn't required. The Dimension of Genesis converted his vision and desires into tangible existence, seamlessly completing the voids with impeccable reasoning. This wasn't a mere phantom or fleeting build. It stood as a full-fledged realm, solid and authentic, forged purely from his determination.

With the last touches in place, the domain fell into hush. Breezes stirred the branches. Streams coursed steadily along their beds. Sunlight heated the earth.

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

A whole medieval realm now thrived where emptiness had reigned just instants before.

Max remained motionless and wordless, his thoughts briefly devoid of expression. He'd merely envisioned the broad strokes of a medieval setting, a loose aspiration instead of a precise blueprint, but the Dimension of Genesis had answered by forging a comprehensive world with remarkable thoroughness. Peaks, streams, groves, towns, and strongholds all coexisted in flawless balance, as if molded by eons of organic development instead of emerging in one moment.

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

Once the first wave of amazement faded, his vision started picking out the absences. Streets lay deserted. Urban areas echoed with silence. Strongholds loomed grandly, but no flags displayed signs of active domains. No figures strolled the avenues, no chatter filled the bazaars, no joy or strife resounded in the chambers 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 pictured himself among the wreckage of a broken world, grasping the golden crown, observing landmasses rebuild and oceans reclaim their places.

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'd assumed that feat was feasible only due to the golden crown's profound link to his Dimensional Keeper class, enabling him to unleash its complete might.

Yet this instance varied.

His current feat involved forming from void, crafting substance, rules, and framework, but halting before genuine vitality. That limit persisted, solid and absolute. The gap between forging a realm and birthing life loomed enormous, and Max sensed it distinctly.

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

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

It was an issue he'd never deeply pondered prior. He'd clashed with entities dubbed gods, beheld sacred powers, and observed forces nearing omnipotence, but now, positioned inside a domain of his own making, the divide sharpened.

What distinguished a practitioner capable of world-building from an authentic deity able to birth life, destiny, and being itself?

The intrigue persisted, subdued yet enduring, as Max kept surveying the mute medieval realm, a maker gazing upon his handiwork, musing on the threshold he hadn't breached.

After some reflection, 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 advancement now. 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 mumbled as his mind redirected. He recognized full well that revisiting Acaris wouldn't prove simple. Traversing dimensions, evading notice, and safeguarding them demanded power, influence, and readiness well beyond his grasp.

Realizing haste wouldn't serve, Max resolved to concentrate on prompt enhancements. He'd barely attained the initial stage of the Rebirth Realm, and forcing further progress in cultivation risked instability. Rather, he opted for a steadier, more potent route. He aimed to bolster his base through honing his methods and legacies.

His focus shifted to the legacy vaults in his flame, ice, and sword dimensions. Those domains offered avenues for advancement without risking his cultivation's balance, 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 Black Dragon Clan overall, ranked merely as a third rate force. Regardless of their ample supplies, his development would hit ceilings if he stayed in such confines.

Beyond third rate powers lay second rate ones, and towering over them were the formidable first rate entities. He'd caught rumors of forces eclipsing even those, dominions at the pinnacle of the Divine Realm.

The Divine Realm stretched beyond imagination, and he'd scarcely begun at its base. Against the challenges ahead, his present might paled. Max tightened his grip gradually, his stare intensifying.

He faced a lengthy journey to claim the summit.

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