The Mythic Rank was a stage unlike any other. It was not simply a transition between realms but a foundation upon which all future power rested. Every cultivator who reached this level understood that it was not about how quickly one advanced but how much energy one could store within each of the ten levels.

The denser and purer the energy within one's body, the stronger the base upon which the Divine Rank would later stand. Those who rushed through the Mythic Rank often found themselves limited, their divine potential forever capped.

But Max was not one to take shortcuts. He knew the value of a stable foundation better than anyone else. Each level of the Mythic Rank was like a vast container waiting to be filled, and the amount of energy it could hold depended entirely on the strength of the cultivator's body, soul, and will.

For most geniuses, filling even half of that container was already a monumental feat, one that required years of accumulation.

For Max, however, the challenge was of a completely different scale. His body was a vessel that could hold far more than ordinary beings, and his divine vein—the Vein of Origin—was a bottomless abyss that demanded endless power.

The Divine Platform was the perfect place for him. The flow of Divine Essence here was infinite, untainted, and unimaginably pure. Every strand of it carried the essence of creation itself, the very energy that formed divine realms.

To others, this energy was almost overwhelming. It could tear their bodies apart if absorbed recklessly. But for Max, it was nourishment. His Unholy Trinity Body absorbed and refined the energy like a living furnace, while the Vein of Origin distributed it evenly throughout his system, strengthening every inch of his being.

As the golden currents of divine energy surrounded him, Max exhaled slowly and closed his eyes. His entire body glowed faintly with a mix of golden and black light.

The golden represented the Divine Essence he absorbed, while the black was the remnant power of his devouring flames that tempered everything it touched. The two forces intertwined, feeding each other, creating a perfect cycle of absorption and refinement.

He could feel his divine sea expanding with every breath he took. The energy within it grew thicker, denser, and more vibrant. Waves of divine power rippled through his meridians, and every circulation made his body stronger. His bones glimmered faintly with light, his muscles pulsed with divine rhythm, and even his soul flickered with golden radiance.

The Divine Essence poured into him endlessly, but Max didn't stop. He continued to absorb everything without restraint. There was no hesitation in him, no fear that his body might collapse under the strain.

He trusted his physique completely. It had been forged through countless tribulations—hammered by ancient techniques of Giant Dwarves, tempered by Draconic Essences, and refined by the bloodlines that flowed within him.

Time lost its meaning as he cultivated. The hum of the Divine Platform echoed faintly in the background, and the air shimmered around him with every pulse of energy he drew in. It was as if the entire dome had become an extension of his body.

Other geniuses nearby had already slowed down. Their divine seas were full, and their bodies could no longer handle the overwhelming energy. Some had already reached the peak of the Divine Rank, their progress complete. But Max remained still, surrounded by an ocean of divine light.

He showed no sign of stopping.

The golden mist around him thickened further, spiraling into a massive vortex. The divine essence gathered toward him from all directions as though the platform itself was being drained by his presence. It was not greed—it was necessity. The energy requirements of his cultivation far exceeded normal comprehension.

His aura swelled with terrifying intensity, shaking the space around him. The Divine Platform's surface began to glow brighter in response, ancient runes lighting up as they tried to regulate the distribution of energy. Yet even with that, the Divine Essence continued to pour into Max as though drawn to him by instinct.

Inside his body, the stored energy began to take form. His divine sea looked like a universe of its own, vast and boundless. Each droplet of divine essence that entered it shone like a star, merging into the whole, expanding its capacity little by little. The process was slow, but it was steady—unyielding, methodical, and precise.

Max could feel his power solidifying at a level few could even imagine. Every breath he took drew in more essence, every heartbeat resonated with the rhythm of creation itself. His understanding of the laws deepened unconsciously, and his control over his strength became even more refined.

He felt no rush. He had no concern for how much time was passing or what the others around him were doing. This moment was his alone.

Without a care in the world, Max continued to absorb the Divine Essence. His focus was absolute. He wanted every part of his being—his body, soul, and veins—to be saturated with this divine energy. He was not merely cultivating; he was building an unshakable foundation for the future, one that would support him even beyond the limits of mortality.

The Divine Platform trembled faintly as his presence grew stronger. His aura expanded again, consuming more and more of the divine essence, until the light surrounding him resembled a golden storm.

Inside that storm, Max sat unmoved, calm and composed, like a god absorbing the energy of creation itself.

Just as the golden glow of the Divine Platform pulsed once more, a sudden tremor of awareness swept through the entire area. Every genius seated upon the ten domes froze at the same instant. Their souls vibrated with an unknown resonance as a surge of information burst into their minds like a whisper from the heavens.

A faint chime followed, soft yet clear, echoing directly inside their consciousness.

The glowing notification shimmered before their eyes for a few moments before slowly fading away, but the knowledge it carried did not disappear. Instead, it embedded itself deep within their minds, unlocking something ancient and forgotten.

It was not just a message but an enlightenment, a fragment of divine understanding that told them the truth about the very essence of the Divine Rank.

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