Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1521 The Difficulty of Opening the Divine Veins!

"My body was nearly obliterated this time," Max whispered to himself while exhaling slowly.

He sat motionless in the vast white void of the Dimension of Time, his frame still mending from the savage trial he had barely survived. Though the Vein of Vitality was already pumping its potent life energy through every part of him, the recollection of that harrowing event burned vividly in his thoughts.

Echoes of that excruciating pain still lingered within him.

The instant the dragon essence had rampaged wildly through his meridians, the crushing force that almost ripped him asunder, and the myriad fissures that spiderwebbed over his skin as though his whole body teetered on the edge of total collapse.

Max gradually tightened his fist.

Inside him, the two unlocked divine veins now worked in harmony.

The first divine vein amplified his brute physical might, while the second steadily unleashed a constant flow of vitality to sustain his form. His muscles grew tougher and more enduring, as the life energy tirelessly mended even the slightest traces of harm.

The surge in power hit instantly and unmistakably.

Meanwhile, the restorative prowess from the Vein of Vitality proved breathtaking.

Max sensed with clarity that grave wounds would now heal at velocities his body could never match previously. The life force coursing inside felt inexhaustible and unwavering, resembling a tranquil stream that flowed without end.

But even with these enhancements, his face stayed grim.

He grasped precisely what had unfolded.

Without the twelve hundred Draconic Essences bolstering his physique and the Dragon Scales shielding his flesh in that desperate instant, he never would have endured the activation of the second divine vein.

Crippled or slain right then—he'd have met one of those fates.

"I got careless," Max murmured softly, shaking his head.

He had misjudged the sheer challenge of unlocking divine veins.

Up to this point, he'd viewed it as merely another milestone on his cultivation journey. He anticipated hardship, yet hadn't fathomed its lethal peril.

That understanding had now dawned fully.

Unlocking a divine vein went beyond merely stockpiling energy for a forced advance.

It confronted the very boundaries of one's physique head-on.

Unlike common meridians, divine veins formed the core conduits unlocking the body's profoundest capacities. Breaching them demanded colossal energy, but above all, a frame resilient enough to bear it without disintegrating.

Max cast his gaze downward slowly.

"The explanation is straightforward," he pondered silently. "Not every physique can withstand this ordeal."

Though techniques to open the Seven Divine Veins might exist, scant cultivators would risk the endeavor.

Failure's toll proved far too steep.

When a cultivator lacked the fortitude, the surge for opening a divine vein would ravage them internally, granting no reprieve.

The truth shone clear to Max now.

Since activating the second divine vein had driven his body to utter ruin's edge, pursuing the others would demand escalating trials.

Successive veins craved vaster energy, superior mastery, and a physique immensely tougher.

The road forward wasn't simply arduous.

It loomed utterly nightmarish.

Max drew a profound breath, his demeanor turning sterner still.

"No surprise the Primordials never surpassed the fourth divine vein," he whispered low.

Renowned as the Divine Realm's supreme race, the Primordial Race boasted physiques vastly outclassing normals, along with arts to awaken divine veins.

Still, their pinnacle lay at merely the fourth.

That reality screamed its message.

Even for such prodigies of form, claiming all seven divine veins verged on the unattainable.

Max turned his eyes to his palms slowly.

A subtle radiance of vitality shimmered beneath his skin, the Vein of Vitality ceaselessly sustaining him.

He realized his chosen route diverged sharply from typical cultivation trails.

It marked a trail scarce souls dared venture.

Where each stride invited mortality's grasp.

Yet dread evaded him; instead, a subtle grin curved his lips.

Such obstacles failed to daunt him.

Quite the opposite—they forged his determination firmer.

For greater trials heralded vaster might at journey's close.

"Should I unlock all seven divine veins and press even further…" Max breathed softly, thrill seeping into his tone beyond restraint.

For an instant, his visions outpaced his might, conjuring a form eclipsing all bounds, one that could pulverize stars with casual ease. That mere notion quickened his pulse wildly.

Yet Max promptly shook it off, reining in his fervor.

Those reveries lay distant yet.

With only two divine veins awakened—and that at life's precipice—daydreams of futures held no sway amid perils lining every stride.

Max methodically redirected his awareness.

His mind plunged inward, peering into his core.

Straightaway, the Chaos Tree seized his notice.

The colossal tree anchored steadfast in his inner realm, limbs stretching forth with an aura both primordial and arcane. Amid them, the fiery branch gleamed preeminent, exuding a profound crimson luster as though embodying fire's pure quintessence.

From that branch, five fruits dangled in silence.

Each throbbed gently with an exotic, formidable energy, pulsing as if possessing their own vital spark.

Max squinted faintly while scrutinizing them.

He'd glimpsed these fruits before, yet spared no moment for close study till now. Having claimed his second divine vein, the timing felt ideal.

After a fleeting reflection, Max projected his intent toward a single fruit.

"I wonder if I can pull it out," he murmured.

The instant that notion crystallized, one fruit released from the fiery branch and manifested right before him in the Dimension of Time.