Max looked at the empty throne for a long mont before slowly shaking his head. "This throne… I am simply not ready for it," he said quietly, his voice carrying a trace of lingering unease.
Whether it was because his will was not yet strong enough or because he did not truly understand the throne's purpose, Max could not say. Perhaps it was both.
The throne was not sothing ant to be approached lightly, and the experience had made that painfully clear. Whatever role it played in the legacy of the Dinsional Keeper, it demanded a level of awareness and control that he had yet to achieve.
Choosing not to dwell on it any further, Max turned his gaze toward his clone. A troubling thought crossed his mind, one that sent a faint chill through him.
What would have happened if his clone had also been affected by the throne in the sa way? If both of them had been pulled into that overwhelming peace at the sa ti, there would have been no one left to wake the other.
Max imagined the two of them seated there, consciousness slowly dissolving into the endless dinsions, slipping deeper until even the concept of awakening vanished.
He could not help but wonder whether they would have ever woken up from that eternal sleep, or if they would have remained trapped there forever, suspended in perfect stillness.
Either outco made his chest tighten slightly. To fall not in battle, not to a powerful enemy, but to a silent and alluring oblivion would have been the worst possible ending he could imagine.
With that realization, Max reaffird his decision. Until he fully understood the throne and possessed the strength to face what it represented, he would keep his distance, no matter how tempting its call might be.
Following this, Max sent his clone back to the Dinsion of Spirit, allowing it to play and spend ti with Lilly as it always did, while his main body turned its attention toward the door leading to the Dinsion of the Keeper.
This was the reason he had co here in the first place, and after what had just happened with the throne, he was more focused than ever.
Without overthinking it, Max pushed open the door to the Dinsion of the Keeper and stepped inside.
What greeted him was far simpler than he had expected. There was no vast landscape, no endless sky, and no overwhelming pressure. Instead, the space before him was nothing more than a quiet and spacious hall, clean and orderly, carrying a sense of calm authority.
At the center of the hall stood Tian, waiting patiently.
"Master, you are here," Tian said as he bowed respectfully.
Max noticed it imdiately. Tian's deanor had changed. The respect in his posture and tone felt deeper and more sincere than before, as though Max's advancent into the Rebirth Realm had elevated his standing in ways that even Tian could not ignore.
"Tian, how do I unlock new dinsions?" Max asked directly, wasting no ti.
Tian straightened and explained calmly. "There are two ways for Master to unlock a dinsion. The first is through a challenge, and the second is through increasing your cultivation realm."
He continued, "Now that Master has reached the Rebirth Realm, you are qualified to unlock one new dinsion at random. Likewise, when Master reaches the next cultivation realm such as the Law Awakening Realm, you will once again gain the right to unlock another random dinsion, and this pattern will continue as your cultivation rises."
"I see," Max said as he nodded thoughtfully. Two paths. One was direct and dangerous, which likely ant trials and battles within the Dinsion of the Keeper itself. The other was steady and reliable, tied directly to his cultivation progress. Both had their rits, but for now, the second option was far more appealing.
After a brief pause, Max spoke again. "I want to try unlocking a random dinsion first."
"Very well," Tian replied as he nodded, then casually flicked his fingers.
Almost instantly, sothing materialized within the hall.
Max looked ahead and saw what appeared to be a strange machine. As he approached it, his understanding deepened. The machine was transparent in the front, and inside it floated many blue glowing orbs, each one pulsing faintly with a different rhythm.
They drifted slowly within the enclosure, colliding and separating like living stars. On the side of the machine was a single lever, simple in design yet clearly important.
Max did not need an explanation to understand its purpose. If his guess was correct, pulling the lever would trigger the selection, and one of those blue glowing orbs would be released.
He turned his gaze toward Tian. "Should I?"
"Go ahead, Master," Tian said calmly.
Max nodded, reached out, and pulled the lever down.
In the next instant, the machine ca alive. All the blue glowing orbs inside began to move wildly, colliding and darting around as though competing with one another. The glow inside the machine intensified, filling the hall with shimring blue light.
After a brief mont of chaos, one orb shot forward, exiting through the front opening and flying straight toward Max.
The orb landed gently in his hand.
Before Max could even react, the blue glow surged, and the orb dissolved into streams of light that flowed directly into his body. A rush of unfamiliar information flooded his mind, carrying with it the concept, structure, and authority of a brand new dinsion that had just been bound to him.
[Host has unlocked the Dinsion of Forge.]
"Dinsion of Forge?" Max muttered as the information settled within his mind, his thoughts slowly organizing themselves around the concept that had just been bound to him. "A dinsion where I can forge weapons and armors."
The idea itself made his interest rise imdiately. Armor held little appeal for him, as his path had always favored offense and decisive combat. Weapons, however, were a different matter altogether.
A dinsion dedicated to forging ant the potential to create blades, spears, and other instrunts of destruction that could perfectly match his cultivation, his laws, and his sword path. The implications were imnse, especially for soone walking toward a cosmic path of severance.
"But I am not a blacksmith," Max muttered as a frown ford between his brows. "How exactly am I supposed to forge anything?"
He had never learned the techniques of smithing, nor had he spent ti refining weapons through traditional thods. Forging was a discipline of its own, one that required knowledge, experience, and patience.
After a mont of thought, Max shook his head and let out a soft breath. He understood that worrying now would change nothing.
The Dinsion of Forge was now his, and like every other dinsion he possessed, its rules would reveal themselves only when he stepped inside. Experience had already taught him that these dinsions were not bound by conventional logic, and whatever thod of forging existed there would not be sothing as simple as hamr and anvil.
With that realization, Max allowed his curiosity to settle into calm anticipation. He knew that the answers he sought would present themselves naturally the mont he entered the Dinsion of Forge for the first ti.
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