Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 1331  Facing the Wraith of the World again!

Max took a slow, steady breath and released the final grip he had been holding on his body and soul. The moment that restraint vanished, a terrifying surge of power erupted from within him.

Bang.

The ground beneath his feet disintegrated instantly as a colossal wave of energy burst outward, pulverizing sand and stone into nothingness and carving a vast crater into the desert. The shockwave raced across the land like an invisible tide, flattening everything in its path before fading into the horizon.

As this power escaped him, the sky above the entirety of Acaris began to change. The blue heavens darkened as though night had fallen in an instant, and thick black clouds gathered from every direction, spiraling toward a single point directly above Max. Within those clouds, white lightning twisted and writhed like living serpents, filling the air with an oppressive pressure that made the world itself seem to tremble.

"This is the Wraith of the World," Max muttered calmly, lifting his gaze toward the heavens. He could feel it clearly now, the will of the world descending to judge him for stepping beyond the limits of mortality.

This was not a simple tribulation meant to test potential, but a punishment meant to erase existence. As Max's cultivation surged past the boundary of the mortal ranks and touched the threshold of the Divine Rank, the world responded with absolute hostility.

Everyone who touched Divine Rank must faced this tribulation from the world.

The clouds roared as the first lightning descended.

It was a bolt of blinding white lightning, pure and merciless, carrying the authority of the world itself. It slammed into Max with enough force to annihilate a peak Divine Rank expert in an instant, yet Max did not move.

The lightning shattered against his body, dispersing into countless sparks that vanished before they could touch the ground. His skin glowed faintly as his draconic scales and divine veins absorbed the impact without leaving so much as a scratch.

The second lightning followed immediately, this one deep blue and cold, carrying the power of annihilation through frost and stillness. It struck Max squarely, freezing the air itself and turning the desert around him into crystalline ice for miles.

Max's breath did not falter as the White Lotus Ice Essence within him resonated, devouring the cold and reducing it to nothing.

The third lightning fell like a spear of crimson fire, roaring as it descended, its heat so intense that it warped space and incinerated everything beneath it. Max raised one hand and allowed the flames to crash into him. The infernal energy and flame concepts within his body surged, consuming the destructive heat as though it were nourishment.

The fourth lightning was violet, heavy with judgment, carrying the crushing weight of divine authority. It struck Max with a thunderous impact that sent ripples through space itself, yet his body remained unmoved. The Vein of Origin pulsed, stabilizing his form and anchoring him against the will of the world.

The fifth lightning descended in silence, black as the void, carrying destruction that did not burn or freeze but erased. When it touched Max, the air screamed, yet the black flames within him rose instinctively, devouring the erasure and forcing it back into nothingness.

The sixth lightning crackled with gold and silver light, radiating sanctified power meant to obliterate impurities. It wrapped around Max's body like chains, attempting to tear him apart from the inside. The Heavenly Luminous Sacred Bloodline responded, dissolving the sanctified lightning and restoring balance within him.

The seventh lightning was green and chaotic, filled with rampant life energy twisted into madness. Vines erupted from the ground around Max, trying to bind him and drain his vitality. His sword intent flared, and the Concept of Severing Sword sliced through the very notion of restraint, reducing the chaos to drifting motes of light.

The eighth lightning arrived as a storm of countless smaller bolts, each one capable of killing a Divine Rank expert on its own. They struck Max in rapid succession, hammering his body from every direction. His Three Dimensional Body activated fully, harmonizing space, time, and form, dispersing the storm as though it were nothing more than rain.

Then came the ninth lightning.

The sky fell silent as a colossal pillar of lightning descended, containing every attribute of the previous strikes combined into a single judgment. This was the final sentence of the Wraith of the World, an execution meant to ensure that nothing survived. When it struck Max, the entire desert vanished, erased down to the bedrock, and a blinding light engulfed the horizon.

The third lightning fell like a spear of crimson fire, roaring as it descended, its heat so intense that it warped space and incinerated everything beneath it. Max raised one hand and allowed the flames to crash into him. The infernal energy and flame concepts within his body surged, consuming the destructive heat as though it were nourishment.

When the light faded, Max still stood at the center of the crater, his body glowing faintly with layered energies that slowly settled back into calm. The clouds above trembled, then began to disperse as if uncertain, as though the world itself could not comprehend what it had just witnessed.

Max exhaled softly and closed his eyes for a moment as a profound change swept through him. His body, soul, and existence refined themselves in an instant, stepping fully into the Divine Rank without resistance or damage. The Wraith of the World retreated, defeated not by defiance alone, but by absolute compatibility with power beyond mortal limits.

When Max opened his eyes again, the sky was clear, the storm gone, and the desert lay silent around him.

Understood. I will rewrite this so that the Divine Sparks do not merge into the golden core and instead exist independently within Max's inner source, forming a higher-order structure suitable for future Cosmic Path evolution.

But this was not over, not inside Max's body. While the Wraith of the World faded and the heavens slowly returned to calm, an even more profound change unfolded within his inner source, silent and absolute.

At the center of that inner source, the golden core continued to float steadily, unchanged in form, radiating a dignified and stable brilliance. Beside it stood the Chaos Tree, ancient and towering, its trunk engraved with the traces of countless breakthroughs and life-and-death moments Max had endured.

Upon its branches rested innumerable leaves, each one representing a concept he had comprehended over his long journey. These leaves were no longer vague symbols. Each carried the complete structure of its concept, layered cleanly from the first level all the way to the fifth.

As Max truly stepped into Divine Rank, the Chaos Tree trembled as if acknowledging a new authority. One by one, the leaves corresponding to his fully mastered concepts began to resonate, their light deepening and stabilizing rather than flaring wildly.