Out of all the four concepts he had grasped—fla, lightning, space, and sword—Max had only gathered true inheritances for fla. His Fla Tyrant Inheritance, the Crimson Reaper Fla inheritance, and the Black Sun Inheritance all gave him a wellspring of resources to grow his fla-based techniques.
For the sword, while he didn’t have an inheritance in the traditional sense, the Sky Shattering Invincible Sword Art at least gave him a structured path to develop his sword concept.
But when it ca to space and lightning, things were far less certain. He had no inheritances for space at all. Not even a dinsion connected to it. He hadn’t even encountered a legacy that could guide him in refining his spatial concept.
It left a void in his cultivation roadmap, a silent corner of his power he could feel but not yet develop.
He sighed softly as he walked, speaking his thoughts aloud. "It’s strange... out of all the dinsions I have, I’m lacking the Dinsion of Space," he said, a tinge of frustration creeping into his tone.
Space was an elusive, high-level concept—rare even among the elites. Still, it felt like sothing he should already have access to, especially considering how naturally his body and instincts reacted to this concept.
But lightning—that was a different story. The Dinsion of Lightning was already established within him. More importantly, the Floor of Inheritance inside that dinsion held nurous legacies. Dozens, maybe more.
They were locked away behind comprehension thresholds and lightning trials, waiting for him to prove himself. He just had to unlock them.
If he couldn’t push forward in space just yet, then he would take lightning to its next level.
The mont Max stepped into the Dinsion of Lightning, the familiar crackle of energy greeted him like a hocoming storm.
Sparks danced in the air, the sky above thundering with dormant power, and before he could take another step, Tian’s calm voice echoed beside him. "Master, you are here," the puppet servant said respectfully, appearing out of thin air with his usual composed deanor.
Max nodded, eyes already scanning the electric plains that stretched endlessly across the dinsion. "How is the growth of my spirit and the dragon egg?" he asked, his tone curious but filled with expectation.
This was sothing he hadn’t checked on in a while—not since he had begun focusing heavily on battle, training, and comprehension.
Tian gave a soft smile. "Master, everything is going well. From what I can tell, the spirit will fully birth itself in a few years," he replied, his voice steady and clear like flowing thunder.
Max’s eyes brightened instantly. Excitent surged within him. "Oh? It’s about to be born?" he said with a grin.
This spirit wasn’t just any creation—it was a living embodint of his own blood, a natural spirit ford from his essence inside his Dinsion of Spirit. He had planted its seed long ago, nurturing it with care and soul force, and now it was finally nearing birth.
"Good," Max said firmly, his voice laced with seriousness now. "You must take utmost care of it. And keep reminding if there are any changes, whether in the dragon egg or the spirit. I don’t want to miss anything."
Tian bowed slightly. "Yes, Master. I will watch over them both closely."
Max stood still for a mont, the rhythm of lightning pulsing softly beneath his feet as his mind churned with thoughts. He had multiple dinsions—lightning, fla, ti, and even spirit—but there were still others yet to awaken.
And he knew their existence was buried deep in his body and soul, just waiting for the right key to surface.
"Tian," he called suddenly, turning to face the servant with sharp eyes. "By the way... do you know how I can awaken the rest of my dinsions?"
Tian’s eyes glead faintly, a flicker of lightning dancing across his form as his expression turned deeply contemplative.
"It is possible, Master," he said after a mont of silence, his voice calm but carrying the weight of ancient knowledge, "but difficult. The dinsions within you are tied to your essence—your very soul and being. And while they aren’t sealed away like the Floor of Inheritance, they do not awaken on their own unless certain specific conditions are t. Each dinsion is a manifestation of a concept your body and soul resonate with, and until that resonance reaches a breaking point, they remain dormant."
Max fell into thought. ’Conditions,’ he murmured inwardly. And then it hit him—he had been through this before. The Dinsion of Spirit had awakened when he touched Mimi, an act that sohow ignited a deep, soul-level connection.
The Dinsion of Lightning awakened when his fate manifestation devoured the seven-colored lightning dragons, a mont of overwhelming power and comprehension.
The Dinsion of Fla ca about randomly, maybe influenced by his black flas and the Dinsion of Ti had only awakened when he had fully awakened his class.
It was clear now—none of it had been coincidence. Each awakening ca through a mont of impact, emotion, power, or comprehension. That’s how it worked.
Still, Max wasn’t satisfied relying on chances and conditions. He wanted control. "Are there any other ways I can choose to unlock a dinsion of my choice?" he asked seriously, his crimson eyes sharp with intent.
Depending on luck or chance was no longer an option—not for soone like him who had plans far beyond just becoming strong.
Tian t his gaze without flinching. "There is a way," he answered slowly, "but Master is simply too weak for that at the mont. From what I can perceive... if Master’s strength reaches a certain level, you will naturally gain the ability to manually unlock the dormant dinsions within you. The knowledge will reveal itself, as your class evolves and grows strong enough to handle it."
Max exhaled, a nod forming as the truth settled in. "I see," he muttered, eyes narrowing in realization. So it wasn’t that his class lacked the function to unlock dinsions. It was him. He was simply too weak for that function to be revealed.
His current strength hadn’t t the threshold necessary to access the true capabilities of his class. That explained everything. The dinsions were there, waiting, like unopened doors in a mansion he owned but didn’t have keys to yet.
But one thing was clear now: once he grew stronger, once he climbed high enough, the doors would no longer need keys—they would open on his command.
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