Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1612 Vein of Strength

"To summarize, here are some invaluable resources," Lady Virelia stated, producing a storage ring and positioning it on the table before gracefully pushing it towards Max.

"When utilized correctly, these should be sufficient to significantly advance your cultivation by severalfold."

Max accepted the ring and probed its contents with a subtle scan of his senses.

Even a cursory inspection revealed the immense generosity of its contents. Within, divine crystals, potent spirit medicines, concentrated energy stones, and various rare materials were meticulously organized. Such immense wealth would be considered a true fortune by any standard disciple.

Lady Virelia continued with her calm demeanor.

"While I don't fully grasp the intricacies of your Seven Divine Veins, I've also included treasures specifically for body refinement. A few of these should aid you in your endeavor to unlock the third vein."

Max's eyes flickered with a noticeable spark of interest.

"Ah, I see."

A genuine smile graced his features.

"This is precisely what I was hoping for."

He gently tightened his grip on the storage ring.

"Lately, my physical body has undergone a profound transformation, growing considerably more robust. The change is palpable. Given adequate resources, I believe opening another, perhaps even two more, of the Seven Divine Veins is well within reach."

Lady Virelia arched an eyebrow slightly.

"You utter such extraordinary statements with remarkable ease."

Max let out a soft chuckle.

"I merely articulate what I genuinely perceive."

She offered a subtle shake of her head, though a distinct sense of satisfaction colored her expression. Max's astonishing rate of progress had long since defied conventional benchmarks, and she had long since ceased attempting to equate him with typical prodigies.

Her tone then shifted back to a more serious register.

"Consequently, dedicate these remaining seven days solely to rigorous training."

She tapped the table surface with a delicate finger.

"Refrain from squandering time on idle wandering, unnecessary provocations, or chasing after fleeting opportunities."

Max emitted a small, almost imperceptible cough.

"That was not my intention, precisely."

Lady Virelia regarded him with a prolonged gaze, clearly conveying her skepticism.

"Should you require any form of assistance, be it advanced techniques, essential resources, or access to restricted cultivation grounds, do not hesitate to approach me at any point during this seven-day period."

Her voice softened slightly, carrying a warmer undertone.

"You bear a significant portion of the clan's aspirations into this upcoming Smelting Trial. I am prepared to offer my support wherever it is possible and appropriate."

Max's expression grew notably more earnest.

"I understand completely."

He affirmed with a decisive nod.

Lady Virelia reclined back in her chair.

"Excellent. You are dismissed, then. Commence your preparations immediately."

Max rose from his seat without delay.

He offered a formal bow of respect in her direction.

"My gratitude, Esteemed Master."

A faint, almost imperceptible smile touched her lips.

"Depart."

Without further words exchanged, Max turned and exited the office.

The corridor outside was hushed, the vast palace halls retaining their usual solemnity. As he proceeded through them, the storage ring in his hand seemed to possess a weight far exceeding its physical substance.

This added burden was not due to the treasures it contained.

Rather, it stemmed from the considerable expectations now resting upon his shoulders.

He soon emerged from the central palace precincts and made his way towards his personal residence within the Black Dragon Clan's domain.

The path forward was clearly defined.

Seven days.

Seven days to achieve greater strength, unlock additional veins, consolidate the advancements gained from Orion, and prepare meticulously for the impending Smelting Trial at Violet Star Palace.

As his gaze fell upon the distant silhouette of his dwelling, a subtle smile began to form on his lips.

"That should suffice."

Upon returning to his abode, Max wasted no precious moment. He proceeded directly to the dedicated training chamber, secured the entrance, activated the surrounding protective formations, and subsequently entered the Dimension of Time.

An expanse of unending white unfolded around him in profound silence.

Max assumed a cross-legged position in the center of this boundless void and retrieved all the body-strengthening resources Lady Virelia had bestowed upon him. One by one, he arranged them meticulously before himself. The collection included blood-red crystals brimming with fierce vitality, vials containing a viscous golden marrow liquid, dark stones emanating a palpable physical pressure, and several peculiar herbs whose roots throbbed as if imbued with life.

Each item was unequivocally a treasure designed to fortify the physical form.

For cultivators of ordinary standing, the injudicious use of even a single one of these resources could result in severe damage to their meridians, lacerations of muscle tissue, or irreparable harm to their skeletal structure. However, Max's current condition rendered him exceptional. Following the assimilation of the ancient black dragon's essence, his physique had undergone a complete metamorphosis.

His very being now contained 5000 Draconic Essences, each functioning as a miniature crucible of raw, untamed draconic power. Furthermore, his 5000 Dragon Scales had jointly reinforced his flesh, bones, blood, and internal organs to a degree that defied conventional understanding.

As a direct consequence of these transformations, his body was no longer vulnerable when subjected to potent, volatile energies.

It was akin to a divinely forged weapon, eagerly awaiting further refinement and tempering.

Max closed his eyes and initiated the cultivation method for the Seven Divine Veins.

The initial two Divine Veins resonating within his body responded with immediate alacrity. They pulsed with deep, dormant power, actively guiding the flow of Qi throughout his system. After several attentive breaths, Max focused his internal senses towards the concealed location of the third Divine Vein.

This particular Vein was known as the Vein of Strength.

Unlike mere channels for Qi, the Divine Veins were ancient gateways concealed within the body, each a nexus of distinct physical prowess. The Vein of Strength lay dormant deep within Max's core, intricately linked to every muscle fiber, every tendon, and the very foundation of his physical being.

To unseal it, Max required no delicate spiritual insight.

What he needed was an overwhelming surge of bodily power.

He had to rouse the primal force slumbering within and compel it to acknowledge him as its sovereign.

Max grasped the first ruby-hued crystal, its surface cool against his palm, and with a powerful clench, shattered it.

A potent torrent of vitality gushed forth, flooding into him like a molten tide. Simultaneously, he ingested the golden marrow elixir and a handful of body-refining herbs. The confluence of these potent resources detonated within his body almost instantaneously.

Boom!

A violent tremor wracked his frame.

For any ordinary cultivator, such a tempestuous eruption would have been catastrophic, tearing through the body like a destructive gale. Yet, the instant this surge of power manifested, the 5000 Draconic Essences residing within Max stirred in unison.

They actively absorbed, refined, and asserted control over the influx of force.

The chaotic vitality was channeled into his very bones. The precious marrow liquid permeated his spine and limbs. The medicinal essence from the herbs infiltrated his muscles and tendons. Far from causing harm, every bit became potent fuel for his advancement.

A subtle luminescence began to emanate from Max's skin.

Beneath the surface of his flesh, intricate black dragon patterns materialized, one after another, writhing like living sigils across his form. His blood surged with unprecedented speed, each beat of his heart resonating like a war drum within the silent, ethereal expanse of his consciousness.

He purposefully directed this overwhelming power towards the third Divine Vein.

Initially, the Vein of Strength remained stubbornly inert.

It presented itself as a sealed mountain gate, immense and ancient, utterly resisting the ceaseless torrent of energy battering against its formidable defenses.