His words seemed to ignite something within them. The young men and women before him—geniuses who had endured countless battles and survived endless trials since entering the domain—nodded firmly, their eyes blazing with renewed resolve. Victor, Seraphina, and several others exchanged looks before stepping forward, their expressions solemn.

For them, this was not merely another trial. This was the culmination of everything they had fought for—the single chance to touch divinity.

Victor smiled faintly, a trace of pride flashing across his face. "See you at the top, Max," he said, his Azure Dragon bloodline faintly flaring around him as he walked toward the divine light.

Seraphina followed silently, her crimson robes fluttering as she stepped into the golden glow, her phoenix-like aura blazing against the light. The others soon followed, their steps steady but filled with excitement.

The pressure radiating from the Divine Platform was immense, yet none of them faltered. Every heartbeat they felt within their chests reminded them of the magnitude of the opportunity before them.

One by one, they entered the streams of divine light that descended from the sky. The golden pillars accepted them, lifting their bodies gently into the air and carrying them upward toward the vast structure that floated in the heavens. As each genius vanished into the light, their silhouettes dissolved into glowing motes that disappeared into the layers of the platform above.

Soon, it wasn't just the geniuses from Acaris who moved. Across the arena, representatives from the nine other worlds also began to rise. The entire region erupted into a magnificent spectacle as thousands of beams of light carried geniuses of every race and bloodline upward.

The air shimmered with power as the Divine Platform welcomed them all, the ancient runes carved across its surface glowing brighter with each new arrival.

From below, the Divine Platform now looked even more breathtaking. It wasn't just a single structure—it was a realm unto itself.

Vast bridges of light connected ten enormous dome-like sanctuaries arranged in a perfect circle around a glowing central spire. Each dome radiated a distinct color and energy, symbolizing the ten worlds participating in the secret domain.

No one knew whether it was designed this way intentionally by the Seven Divine Lords or if it was the platform's own divine will, but it became clear that the geniuses from each world were being separated into their respective sanctuaries.

As Max ascended, he could feel the invisible force guiding him toward one particular dome. The golden light enveloped him completely, and for a brief moment, everything went silent. His body felt weightless, surrounded by the hum of divine power that resonated with his soul.

When the light faded, Max found himself standing on solid ground again. The interior of the dome was vast beyond imagination. The floor beneath his feet was made of crystalline gold that pulsed faintly with divine energy.

Ancient symbols floated in the air, revolving slowly like miniature stars. Each breath he took filled his lungs with pure energy that seeped directly into his veins, strengthening his entire body.

He glanced around and saw the other geniuses from Acaris materializing one after another, their faces reflecting the same sense of awe that he felt. Victor and Seraphina stood nearby, staring upward at the glowing patterns above.

The energy inside the dome was unlike anything they had experienced before. It was tangible—thick enough to be seen as swirling streams of golden mist that flowed through the air like living rivers.

The density of divine essence here was so great that even by standing still, one's strength would slowly increase. Every breath, every heartbeat, every moment of stillness refined their bodies and nourished their souls.

Seraphina exhaled softly, her crimson eyes reflecting the golden glow. "The energy here… it's so pure," she murmured. "It feels like it's merging with my very bloodline."

Victor nodded beside her, his expression unreadable but his eyes shining with excitement. "No wonder they call this the foundation of the Divine Realm. Just breathing here feels like absorbing hundreds of beast cores at once—but it's far more refined."

Max listened silently. His expression remained calm, but inwardly he could feel it too. The divine essence flowing through the air resonated with the Vein of Origin inside his body, causing faint golden light to flicker beneath his skin. His divine vein pulsed softly, absorbing the energy naturally as though it recognized this place.

He looked around once more. The other domes suspended in the distance glowed faintly through the transparent walls of light that separated them. Inside each dome, he could faintly see figures from other worlds—each group isolated within their own realm, unable to interfere with one another.

It was a fair and deliberate design. The Divine Platform had created ten separate sanctuaries to ensure balance between all participants. There would be no direct conflicts here. Only pure comprehension, ascension, and trials of the divine.

Max exhaled slowly, his eyes narrowing slightly. "So, this is how it begins," he said quietly to himself. "The final trial of the Heavenly Lord's Secret Domain."

The hum of the Divine Platform deepened, and the symbols in the air began to rotate faster. The ground beneath their feet shimmered, and divine light started to rise from the floor like ascending flames.

The trial had begun.

Max took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes. The world around him seemed to fall silent. The faint hum of divine energy that filled the dome faded from his awareness as he turned his focus inward.

The air was thick with divine essence, and the moment he allowed himself to open his spiritual channels, that energy rushed into him like a tidal wave.

It was unlike any other energy he had absorbed before. It was purer, denser, and carried a weight of something ancient, something that seemed to transcend mortality itself. The divine essence moved through his body with a rhythm that almost resembled life. It flowed through his meridians, his veins, and even his soul, washing away every trace of fatigue, every imperfection, and every impurity.

As he absorbed it, his body began to glow faintly, the golden light tracing the outlines of his divine vein beneath his skin. The Vein of Origin, his First Divine Vein, pulsed in response, resonating with the power of the Divine Platform above. It was as if the platform itself was acknowledging its own creation flowing within him.

But alongside that divine essence, there was something else—something subtler, something that did not belong in the divine essence.

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