Max's eyes widened. Creating a dinsion—such a feat was unheard of, even among Divine or Ancient beings. The laws of creation were absolute and forbidden to mortals. To tamper with them ant rebellion against the structure of existence. Yet this technique didn't just tamper with them; it governed them.
The Void Monarch's tone grew quieter but more profound. "Space is the skin of the universe, and the void lies beneath it. To command the void is to command the essence of reality. The first stage of the Void Genesis Art will allow you to erase an existing area of space completely. This is known as Spatial Erasure. The second stage will allow you to reconstruct it freely, bending the rules of dinsional structure. This is known as Dinsional Rebirth. Beyond that lies the final stage, which honestly I have never reach that stage either —Void Genesis, the creation of life and form from the emptiness of nonexistence."
The imagery surrounding Max changed with each explanation. When the Monarch spoke of Spatial Erasure, the entire miniature universe collapsed in an instant, every star and every piece of light sucked into a single point before vanishing completely.
When he spoke of Dinsional Rebirth, the void rippled, and the collapsed stars reappeared, arranged in perfect balance but under a different order, a new law.
When he uttered the final stage, an overwhelming silence filled the air, and from that silence, light blossod like a flower opening for the first ti. A world was born before Max's eyes, stretching infinitely.
He could barely breathe as he watched. Every fiber of his being scread that what he was witnessing defied the aning of existence itself. Yet he could not look away. He wanted to understand it, to grasp it, to own it.
"This art," the Monarch said finally, "is beyond the ranks of mortals. It is not bound by the classifications of Mortal Realm. Even in the Divine Realm, it stands at the very peak. The version you hold within this fragnt is incomplete—only the first stage of Spatial Erasure and a glimpse of the second stage's foundation. But even that fragnt is enough to destroy all that you have ever known."
The light of the vision began to fade, leaving Max standing alone once again in the calm silence of the void. The last words of the Void Monarch echoed through his consciousness before the inheritance completely rged into him.
"Rember this, inheritor of my path. The void is not emptiness. It is infinite potential waiting for your command. To wield it, you must first beco its reflection. If your heart trembles, the void will consu you. If your will remains unbroken, the void will answer."
The world of the secret domain returned in the next heartbeat. Max's eyes opened slowly, his pupils glowing faintly with violet light that rippled like spatial waves. The information of the Void Genesis Art burned into his mind, its structure far too complex for words. Even with his comprehension, he could only grasp the surface of the first stage, and that alone filled him with awe.
He took a slow, steady breath, feeling his heart pounding wildly in his chest. The excitent running through him was almost impossible to contain. His eyes were still faintly glowing violet from the lingering resonance of the inheritance, and his entire body seed to hum with suppressed energy.
"This technique is too strong!" Max muttered, his voice trembling slightly in disbelief. The more he replayed what he had just seen within the inheritance fragnt, the more his mind failed to comprehend its enormity.
He had encountered countless techniques in his journey, ranging from Common rank to Legendary Rank. But this… this was beyond all of them. It was sothing that transcended the known structure of the world entirely.
Max exhaled slowly, his lips curving into a faint, almost helpless smile. "I can't believe I gained a technique that exists beyond the mortal realm," he whispered, shaking his head. "Sothing like this shouldn't even exist in a place like this."
Then, after a mont of silence, another thought crossed his mind. His gaze grew thoughtful as he recalled the sword technique he had acquired earlier from the Tomb of the Sword Saint. The image of that ancient graveyard filled with countless swords surfaced vividly in his mory. "The sword art I got from the Tomb of the Sword Saint," he said quietly, "that too should be beyond the ranks of the mortal realm."
He rubbed his chin thoughtfully as he compared the two. "But from the way it feels… that sword art should only belong to the earlier ranks of the Divine Realm," he reasoned softly. "And this one—the Void Genesis Art—it should be near the peak ranks of the Divine Realm. It's not sothing that can just be practiced; it's sothing that needs to be lived."
As he said this, the realization of just how extraordinary this place truly was began to sink in. The Heavenly Lord Secret Domain was not just a training ground or a treasure vault. It was a cradle of the ancient cosmos, a world designed to test and shape geniuses to reach the limits of possibility.
Every inheritance here was left behind by beings whose strength had far surpassed the Divine Rank. They were remnants of an era where even laws and worlds were forged by hand.
At this mont, Max finally understood why the leaders of the Middle Domain had placed so much importance on the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain. The opportunities hidden within this realm were enough to change destinies, overturn the balance of power, and even alter the fate of entire worlds. Whoever conquered its trials could walk a path no ordinary being could ever dream of.
He looked around, his eyes scanning the floating platforms in the distance. The geniuses who had survived the trial were still seated in ditation, their faces calm and focused. Each one was likely consolidating their new level of comprehension, oblivious to the kind of treasure Max had just obtained.
Seeing this, Max's expression steadied.
He too closed his eyes and extended his hand slightly. In an instant, his body shimred and disappeared from sight as he entered his Dinsion of Ti. The world around him shifted. The tranquil stillness of his personal dinsion enveloped him completely, the flow of ti bending to his will. Here, a day in the outside world would stretch into years for him.
Within this tiless space, Max sat cross-legged in midair, surrounded by faint ripples of light and shadow. The surface of reality bent around him in thin concentric rings. Each ripple represented a different layer of dinsional fabric, each vibrating softly in harmony with his pulse.
He inhaled deeply, clearing his thoughts before beginning. Slowly, he extended his hand once again and tried to reconstruct what he had seen in the inheritance—the dance of creation and erasure, the silent rhythm of birth and void. His mind replayed the mont when the Void Monarch had demonstrated the Spatial Erasure, when entire universes vanished into nothingness only to be recreated again.
The mory was faint but clear enough to guide him. He began to focus on the space before him, not as emptiness but as a structure. Every atom, every thread of law, every layer of existence was laid bare before his inner perception.
'The void is not empty,' he reminded himself. 'It's infinite potential waiting for command.'
A soft vibration began to build in the air. Space folded inward and outward in waves, like breathing. He could feel it—his comprehension deepening, the technique slowly revealing itself to him.
Yet even this tiny fragnt of the Void Genesis Art was complex beyond imagination. It wasn't just a technique of power. It was an entire philosophy of existence, one that challenged his understanding of creation itself.
Hours passed like seconds in his Dinsion of Ti. The faint violet light surrounding him grew brighter, flowing across his body like mist. His mind drifted between comprehension and practice, each realization leading to a hundred more questions.
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