Max absorbed the explanation in silence before finally asking, "And the other thod?"
Blob gave a faint, knowing smile. "Have enough soul strength to extract it yourself."
Max leaned forward imdiately. "Soul strength? My current soul force is at the blue soul stage. Is that enough?" he asked with urgency.
Blob shook his head slowly. "It isn’t that simple, Max. You would need to reach the violet soul stage—two whole stages above your current level—to even have a hope of success. You should understand sothing very clearly... even if you possessed the strength of a Divine Rank expert, it would an nothing against the blood parasite in your body. That’s how dangerous they are. So your options are few: either you grow your soul force to the violet soul stage, or you willingly subject yourself to the kind of extre heat or cold that could kill most beings outright. Outside of these two paths..." Blob’s gaze locked with his, "...there is no other way."
Max sat in silence for a long mont, letting Blob’s words roll around in his mind. His soul had only just advanced to the blue soul stage during his ti in the secret domain—a difficult breakthrough that had taken imnse effort and the perfect opportunity.
Advancing another two stages to reach the violet soul stage in such a short span of ti was unrealistic, unless he could sohow obtain exceptionally rare treasures that directly nurtured the soul. And treasures of that caliber were nearly impossible to co by, each one guarded jealously by powerful experts or buried in forgotten corners of the world.
That left only one viable path: subjecting himself to an environnt of extre temperatures. His gaze sharpened as a thought occurred to him. "Could my black flas be of any help here?" he asked.
The black fla was one of his most dangerous trump cards—fire that could devour anything, even energies and concepts. In his mind, their intensity might just reach the threshold of what Blob had described.
But Blob imdiately shook his head, his tone leaving no room for optimism. "Your black flas are indeed terrifying... but with your current strength, you cannot generate a sustained field of heat intense enough to qualify. What I’m talking about is an environnt so hot it’s been forged over centuries, one where the very air sears the soul and blood boils the mont it flows through your veins. That kind of heat takes hundreds of years to naturally accumulate. Places like that are incredibly rare—and even harder to survive in."
Max slowly nodded, fully grasping the difficulty of what lay ahead. If he couldn’t rely on himself, he would have to find such a place. His mind shifted to the journey ahead. "I’ll be heading to the Obsidian Order in a week," he murmured. "I’ll make inquiries there. A force of their scale is bound to have information on extre temperature zones... and maybe, if I’m lucky, the exact location of one."
With the matter settled for now, Max wasted no ti. He stepped into the Dinsion of Ti, letting its strange, unchanging atmosphere swallow him whole. The outside world faded away, replaced by the endless rhythm of his own heartbeat and the echo of his footsteps on the training ground within.
From that mont onward, his days beca a relentless cycle—a monotonous yet purposeful grind of cultivation, refining his techniques, honing his combat sense, and tempering his body until every muscle fiber scread. Hours blurred into days, and days into nights, though in the Dinsion of Ti, such distinctions felt aningless.
He rose, trained until his limbs ached and his breath burned in his lungs, then stopped only long enough to gulp down food and collapse into brief, dreamless sleep before beginning anew.
There were no distractions here, no politics, no threats—only him, his will, and the unyielding pursuit of strength. And just like that, a full week passed.
Seven days in the outside world, but to Max, it felt like far longer, as if ti had been stretched thin by the sheer weight of his constant exertion.
When he finally erged from the Dinsion of Ti, his movents carried the quiet sharpness of a blade freshly whetted, his eyes steadier, his aura denser, and his body ready for whatever lay ahead.
"Now I have fully adapted to the power of Champion Rank," Max muttered to himself, his voice calm yet tinged with satisfaction. In the days before, right after stepping into the peak of Champion Rank, there had been a strange heaviness in his movents, a faint discomfort in the way his mana flowed through his veins, as if his body had been forced to carry more than it was ready for.
But after what felt like years of relentless training in the Dinsion of Ti, that awkwardness had faded away completely, replaced by a natural harmony between his body, mana, and abilities.
"This happened because you directly leveled up from the 1st level of Champion Rank to the 10th level almost instantly," Blob explained in his ever-steady tone. "Ten levels in a row filled your body with a massive surge of mana, but it was you who hadn’t yet adapted to the strength of Champion Rank—let alone the peak."
Max nodded in agreent, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "Hmm, I feel much better now."
With that, he changed into a fresh set of clothes—a dark, high-collared combat tunic reinforced with light armor at the shoulders and chest, paired with fitted black trousers and sturdy leather boots, practical yet sharp enough to match his status.
Adjusting the cuffs, he stepped out of his room, only to find Princess Lyra already waiting with her arms crossed.
"You’re late," she said flatly, her gaze piercing.
"Am I?" Max chuckled lightly, scratching the back of his head. "I must have slept too much," he replied with a playful grin, brushing off her tone.
Lyra didn’t bother with a response, rely giving him a pointed glare before turning on her heel. "Let’s go." Without another word, she led the way toward the Battle Realm’s massive battle cube within the heart of the Great Ruler Empire.
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