Elder Soren raised an eyebrow, genuine surprise flashing across his usually indifferent face. To cultivate even a single elent properly in the Divine Realm required imnse talent and ti, and most cultivators spent their entire lives perfecting one path.
To hear a newly joined disciple speak so casually about harmonizing multiple elents was sothing he had not expected. Still, he did not voice his doubts. Instead, he slowly turned his body and extended a hand toward the other side of the vast hall.
"Look over there," Elder Soren said as he pointed. On that side of the Treasure Hall, countless small books floated silently within translucent blue cubes, each cube glowing faintly as if guarding the knowledge sealed inside. The sight alone carried a sense of depth and antiquity, as though each cultivation art contained a fragnt of the Divine Realm's long history.
"All of those are cultivation techniques," Elder Soren continued, his tone steady. "They include arts passed down from ancient eras, thods refined by Divine Realm experts, and incomplete legacies left behind by fallen powers. Go ahead and look around. If your fate aligns with any of them, you will find sothing suitable."
Max nodded, his eyes already drawn toward the sea of glowing cubes. Unlike the weapons, which tested strength and will directly, these cultivation arts felt subtler, more dangerous in their own way.
Choosing the wrong one could shackle his future growth, while the right one could beco the foundation that carried him through the Divine Realm and far beyond it.
With that understanding firmly in mind, Max stepped forward into the sea of glowing blue cubes, his perception spreading outward as he carefully examined the cultivation arts sealed within them.
At first, what he found was overwhelming in both number and variety. There were countless cultivation techniques focused on a single elent, so refining fire to an extre degree, others pursuing the cold and stillness of ice, while many revolved around lightning with explosive speed and destruction.
He saw arts that emphasized pure physical reinforcent, techniques that strengthened only the soul, and scriptures that revolved around obscure paths such as wind, tal, darkness, light, poison, or even sound.
Nas surfaced one after another as his consciousness brushed past the cubes, titles like Blazing Sun Heart Scripture, Ninefold Frost Vein Manual, Heaven Roaring Lightning Codex, Void Step Cultivation Art, Star tal Body Refinent, Abyssal Shadow Scripture, and Radiant Spirit Sutra.
Each of them carried a distinct aura, powerful and refined in its own right, yet all of them shared the sa limitation. They were built around a single path, a single elent, a single concept.
As Max continued deeper, he began to notice just how rare multi elent cultivation techniques truly were. Among the countless scriptures floating silently in the hall, only a handful carried blended auras, and even those were deeply flawed.
So attempted to fuse fire and lightning but sacrificed stability for raw power, while others tried to combine ice and wind yet demanded such extre compatibility that most cultivators would collapse during cultivation.
There were a few hybrid techniques like Twin Elent Resonance Art, Tri Core Elent thod, and Fourfold Elent Circulation Manual, but as Max examined them more closely, he imdiately saw their weaknesses.
Their foundations were shallow, their balance forced rather than natural, and their long term growth paths were clearly limited. Cultivating them might grant short term strength, but in the Divine Realm, short term strength was nothing compared to a stable and limitless foundation.
Just as Max was about to move on, his steps slowed. One of the blue cubes trembled faintly, almost imperceptibly, as his presence drew near. Unlike the others, its aura was neither aggressive nor domineering.
Instead, it felt vast, calm, and profound, as though multiple elents were quietly coexisting within it without conflict. Max focused on it, and the na of the cultivation art surfaced clearly in his mind.
Primordial Elents Scripture.
The mont he sensed it, Max felt a subtle resonance ripple through his body. Fire, ice, lightning, space, and even elents he had not yet fully comprehended seed to respond faintly, as if acknowledging sothing familiar.
This cultivation art did not seek to force different elents together, nor did it prioritize one over the others. Instead, it revolved around balance, circulation, and mutual reinforcent, allowing multiple elents to coexist within the sa cultivation frawork while growing stronger together.
It did not restrict the number of elents one could cultivate, nor did it define a rigid end point. Instead, it emphasized harmony as the foundation and evolution as the path.
Max's eyes narrowed slightly, a rare hint of excitent flashing through them. Among thousands upon thousands of cultivation techniques, this was the only one that did not feel like a compromise.
It felt like a path that could grow alongside him, adapt to his ever expanding power, and support every elent he already possessed and every elent he might obtain in the future.
"This one," Max murmured softly to himself, his hand reaching out toward the glowing cube with unwavering certainty.
"Oh, this one is indeed suitable for multi elent cultivation," Elder Soren said as he nodded slowly, a rare hint of approval flashing across his usually stern face. "Primordial Elents Scripture is a high Saint Tier cultivation technique. For your current realm and foundation, it is more than sufficient, and in fact, it is one of the best choices you could have made."
He paused for a mont before continuing, his tone turning slightly more serious. "This scripture emphasizes balance and long term growth rather than explosive short term gains. Many disciples overlook it because it does not imdiately display overwhelming power, but those who truly understand cultivation know that such techniques are far more terrifying in the long run."
"Go ahead and take it," Elder Soren added calmly.
Max raised one brow, a faint trace of caution crossing his expression. "There is no test for this one?"
"No," Elder Soren replied without hesitation. "Cultivation arts are not like weapons. They do not judge your strength at the mont. Whether you can cultivate them successfully depends entirely on your comprehension, your foundation, and your future effort."
Hearing this, Max nodded. He placed both hands on the blue cube, and the light surrounding it faded as the small ancient book slipped into his grasp. The mont his fingers closed around it, he could faintly sense the depth hidden within its pages, a steady and profound rhythm that resonated with his own body and elents.
"As for the battle art," Max said after a brief pause, lifting his gaze toward Elder Soren, "I want a sword art."
There was no hesitation in his voice. Every battle he had fought, every opponent he had defeated, had been achieved through his sword, yet all the techniques he relied on were inherited from the mortal realms.
In a place like the Divine Realm, where laws themselves shaped combat, those mortal sword arts would inevitably fall behind. If he wished to continue walking the path of the sword here, he needed a battle art born of the Divine Realm, one capable of matching the depth of his Severing Sword concept and growing alongside him in the future.
Elder Soren studied Max for a brief mont, then slowly turned his gaze toward another section of the Treasure Hall where countless sword arts lay sealed, each radiating a distinct and formidable presence.
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