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

'She moves with incredible speed,' Max reflected immediately, his face adopting a grave look.

The velocity she showed exceeded by far that of the fighters he had battled before in the tower. Her assault arrived without warning, so much so that the slightest delay could have let the strike connect solidly.

Not delaying a single instant, Max triggered the Storm King's inheritance anew.

Around his form, the seven bolts of heavenly retribution burst forth, enveloping him in streams of brilliant power. Fiercely, the seven-hued lightnings crackled across the sky while energy coursed powerfully inside him.

Leveraging that burst of velocity, Max managed to respond just in time.

Transforming into a flash of multicolored lightning, his body retreated swiftly. The motion propelled him back multiple paces from where he stood before, letting the bow's arc whistle harmlessly right before his eyes.

The weapon cut through the void space that his head had occupied only a heartbeat prior.

Witnessing this, the elf woman's face altered.

She gazed at Max, her shock plainly evident.

'I never anticipated you'd react so swiftly,' she remarked, regaining her footing following the failed assault.

For the initial time since starting to combat entrants in the tower, an adversary had countered her starting move.

All prior foes had followed the identical routine. Her pace had invariably overpowered them completely. By the point she executed her first hit, most were already hurt, and by her third maneuver, the fights concluded with their demise.

She had planned to employ the very same strategy on Max.

However, the youth opposite her had utterly shattered those plans.

Though he only held the third layer cultivation of the Rebirth Realm, positioning him as feebler than any previous entrant she met, he stood as the initial one to evade her opening blow.

This awareness caused her to regard him in stunned astonishment.

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

'As you wish,' his mother responded.

Right as her words ended, the energy enveloping her form transformed entirely. A burst of dazzling golden glow exploded outward while she invoked her Heavenly Luminance Sacred Bloodline. Like an advancing wave, the force flooded from her core, bathing the arena in splendid brightness.

Beyond merely beaming near her physique, the golden shine swiftly solidified into solid shapes as deep might accumulated in the vicinity around her.

Swords started to manifest.

Blade by blade, weapons forged purely from golden illumination emerged in the atmosphere beside her. Every sword appeared keen and refined, their edges shimmering with a holy splendor that exuded dominance. Motionless yet suspended, the armaments each emanated a formidable presence suggesting devastating ruin.

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

Arranged in a ring like a quiet legion poised for orders, they drifted. The swords' luminescence lit up the field of battle, projecting extended beams of light over the floor as her bloodline's strength kept throbbing in the atmosphere.

Max observed the spectacle intently.

Next, his countenance changed a bit upon sensing an odd stir inside himself.

'My bloodline is responding to her imperial lineage,' Max noted with a subtle scowl.

As the Heavenly Luminance Sacred Bloodline roused in front of him, a profound shift occurred deep in his core. His bloodstream throbbed with exceptional vigor, as though echoing her might's existence. This feeling rang a bell.

He had encountered a comparable sensation earlier.

'It's identical to what I felt close to Lenavira,' Max mused silently.

Recollections arose in his thoughts while he sought to grasp the response.

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

His reflections grew more profound as he kept examining the circumstances.

'I roused the identical bloodline as my mother. But she once explained that mine represents an advanced form of hers—mightier and more perfected.'

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 drawn out the bloodline from his frame.

The recollection of that event lingered vividly in his soul.

Although he had subsequently rekindled his sacred bloodline via the Divine Fragments, a subtle void had always persisted inside him.

Max had constantly detected that minor flaw.

His Heavenly Luminance Divine Bloodline had achieved full awakening, but profoundly within, he sensed the bloodline's root remained not fully intact.

Presently, facing his mother and directly perceiving her bloodline's force, that notion intensified greatly.

'This incompleteness sharpens immensely when I detect my mother's bloodline,' Max considered.

Even if his bloodline variant was supposedly superior, the harmony between their forces uncovered a concealed reality.

An element that was inherently his had vanished.

'Evidently, the sole path to fully perfect my bloodline involves reclaiming what was once mine,' Max determined softly as past memories reemerged in his mind.

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

His stare intensified a touch as he regarded the female before him.

'Just once that source bloodline merges back with me will this incompleteness fade away for good.'

'Get ready,' she cautioned Max, her demeanor growing stern.

As soon as her words ceased, the numerous golden swords encircling her form initiated motion.

A potent vibration echoed through the arena as the armaments heeded her intent. The blades, previously drifting quietly in the sky, abruptly adjusted their orientations and aimed straight at Max. Every sword blazed with fierce golden glow as their internal energies churned wildly.

Next, they plunged.

One by one, the swords hurtled down at astonishing velocity. Their paths were acute and accurate, as if directed by an unseen force. As the edges advanced, their luminous wakes slashed the air akin to plummeting stars.

In an instant, the heavens over Max brimmed with golden swords.

The shining implements cascaded toward him from all sides. Certain ones dropped straight from overhead, while others arced via the atmosphere at trajectories blocking any retreat. The combat zone appeared swallowed by a tempest of golden illumination as the swords showered with unrelenting might.

Drawn from the Heavenly Luminance Sacred Bloodline, each edge bore vast strength. The auras cloaking them projected a suppressive force capable of readily breaching a typical cultivator's guards.

Furthermore, every golden sword formation incorporated the 5th level concept of light, rendering the onslaught deadlier still.

The earth under Max quaked as the descending swords' weight saturated the arena. The golden shine brightened all nearby, creating the illusion that the whole firmament had become an ocean of holy armaments set to assail.

Positioned amid that barrage of swords, Max lifted his eyes as the cascade of golden edges bore down upon him.