Max didn't count the days. The Divine Platform existed beyond the normal flow of ti, and within it, monts stretched endlessly. He no longer felt hunger, thirst, or fatigue. His mind was fully synchronized with the rhythm of the Divine Platform.
At first, he had felt the Divine Spark forming faintly within him—a flickering, formless glow that pulsed deep within his soul. But as ti passed, that faint flicker beca a steady fla. It was not visible to the naked eye, nor was it sothing his divine senses could fully grasp. Yet he could feel its growth every ti he absorbed another pulse of Divine Essence.
His cultivation was no longer about rushing through realms or chasing quick results. It was about refinent—perfecting every thread of divine energy, transforming it into the purest form possible, and allowing it to rge seamlessly with the Divine Spark.
All across the platform, the sa scene repeated itself.
The geniuses from every world sat in silent determination, their bodies surrounded by halos of divine light. So trembled as they advanced to higher levels of the Divine Rank. Others remained motionless, their energy growing denser, their foundations more solid. The Divine Platform was fulfilling its purpose—to create gods out of mortals, to mold the worthy into sothing greater.
In that place, ti lost aning.
A month passed, then another. Seasons might have changed in the outside world, but within the platform, the divine light never dimd. The flow of energy continued endlessly, nurturing, testing, and refining everyone who sat upon it.
The geniuses no longer knew how long they had been cultivating. To them, it felt both like an eternity and an instant. Their bodies no longer registered fatigue, and their souls had rged with the golden light.
Half a year passed quietly.
By then, the Divine Platform had beco completely transford. The golden mist that once shimred lightly now roared like a living ocean. Waves of divine energy pulsed across its surface, creating ripples that illuminated the heavens above.
The dos housing the geniuses glowed brighter than ever, each one resonating with divine power so intense that even the surrounding void trembled faintly.
Inside one of the dos, Max's aura had beco completely unrecognizable from what it once was. His strength had multiplied countless tis, and his divine presence carried an authority that seed to surpass that of a mortal cultivator. His body was like a divine vessel, containing more energy than even the strongest Divine Rank experts could dream of.
He opened his eyes for the first ti in what felt like an eternity. A faint flash of golden and black light crossed his gaze, cutting through the mist in front of him. The air vibrated lightly, as if the Divine Platform itself responded to his awakening.
Half a year had gone by in silence.
To Max, it had felt like only a brief ditation session, but in truth, the outside world had already changed beyond recognition. The geniuses who once filled the platform were no longer the sa. They had all grown, evolved, and reached heights that only a few could dream of.
"Eighth level of the Mythic Rank," Max muttered as he slowly opened his eyes. His voice was calm, but his gaze carried a glint of disbelief. The golden mist within the do was far thinner now, almost transparent, as though every drop of Divine Essence had already been absorbed.
His entire body radiated a faint glow of golden light that intertwined with the flicker of black flas beneath his skin. The two opposing energies flowed through his veins in harmony, humming like twin lodies that resonated with each other.
He raised his hand and summoned his status panel with a thought. The familiar blue interface appeared before him, shimring faintly in the air.
[Divine Spark: 99%]
Max stared at the number for a long while without moving. "Ninety-nine percent…" he whispered under his breath. He didn't know whether he should feel satisfied or frustrated.
He was so close to perfection that he could almost taste it, and yet that single missing percent felt like an unbridgeable chasm. He had poured half a year into the Divine Platform, absorbing Divine Essence endlessly, refining it to the limit, and yet he still fell short.
He closed his eyes again, focusing on the faint vibration of energy within his soul. He could sense the Divine Spark pulsing there—alive, radiant, and almost complete—but that last fragnt remained elusive.
It was as if sothing within him was refusing to rge with the rest. He could feel it faintly, like an incomplete note in a song that never resolved.
'That one percent,' he thought, frowning slightly. 'It feels like it's not sothing that can be taken by force. Perhaps it requires a trigger… sothing that can't be obtained through re cultivation.'
He exhaled slowly, letting the thought fade for now. His focus shifted outward as his Three Dinsional Body activated automatically. His vision expanded, scanning every corner of the Divine Platform. What he saw left him montarily speechless.
Every do, every platform, every pillar of golden mist was still, silent, and filled with radiant light. The geniuses who had once sat in ditation now floated calmly in midair, surrounded by halos of divine energy. Their divine seas pulsed rhythmically, filled to the brim with power.
Max's senses told him imdiately that nearly everyone present had broken through to the Divine Rank. Their auras were steady, overflowing with divinity, and their energies carried the unmistakable signature of having completed multiple life and death cycles.
The weakest among them had reached the seventh level of the Divine Rank, while most had climbed all the way to the ninth or even the tenth.
It was a shocking sight.
In the outside world, reaching the tenth level of Divine Rank was an achievent that required thousands of years of accumulation, imnse luck, and the guidance of great powers or divine inheritances. Yet here, on the Divine Platform, these geniuses had accomplished it in just half a year.
The platform's true power had finally revealed itself. It didn't just help cultivators advance—it shattered every barrier that existed between mortals and divinity.
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