As the knowledge settled, a profound silence descended upon the Divine Platform. None of the geniuses spoke. They were too busy processing the revelation that had just struck their souls.

The information was clear and absolute. It explained what the Divine Spark truly was—its meaning, its purpose, and its importance.

The Divine Spark, according to this divine knowledge, was the purest essence of creation itself. It was the fundamental energy that determined the quality of one's divinity. The Divine Spark was not simply strength or cultivation; it was the measure of potential, the scale by which the heavens decided who among mortals could ascend to the realm of gods.

Every cultivator could reach the Divine Rank if they had the means. The Divine Platform itself allowed it. But going beyond that—breaking through the boundaries of the mortal world and entering the Divine Realm—required something far greater than just divine energy. It required 100% Divine Spark.

Only by filling every cell, every fragment of the soul, and every thread of essence with Divine Spark could one transcend the limits of the mortal realm.

The realization struck the geniuses like a thunderclap. Those who had been elated moments ago, celebrating their rapid rise through the Divine Rank, now looked stunned.

A few of them instinctively checked their own bodies with their divine senses, tracing the unfamiliar current of energy they had been feeling since they began absorbing the Divine Essence.

They now understood what that strange sensation was—the faint shimmering presence that had been threading through their veins, fusing with their divine energy and soul force. That was the Divine Spark.

One young genius looked at his hands, his eyes wide with disbelief. "So this… this is what that energy was," he whispered. "It's been flowing into us all along."

Another genius from the another planet clenched his fists. His expression shifted between awe and excitement. "No wonder it felt different from the Divine Essence. It's alive, it has will… It's the true mark of divinity itself."

Murmurs spread through the domes as the geniuses began to comprehend the scale of what was happening. The Divine Platform was not only granting them divine power. It was refining them, preparing them for something higher—something beyond mortality itself.

But that enlightenment also came with a burden.

The message had stated it clearly. Without a full 100% Divine Spark, no one could break through the shackles of the Divine Rank. They could cultivate for eternity, gather infinite energy, but the divine gates above would remain closed. They would never cross into the Divine Realm.

That truth settled heavily in their hearts. The Divine Platform was a gift but also a test. It was not enough to simply reach the peak of the Divine Rank; one had to forge their complete Divine Spark within this sacred place, or their journey would end here forever.

Some of the geniuses immediately focused again, their expressions turning serious. The excitement that once filled their eyes was now replaced by determination.

They began drawing in Divine Essence even faster, trying to absorb the elusive Divine Spark along with it. Others looked uncertain, realizing how small their share—thirty-four percent—was compared to what they needed.

In one of the domes, Victor frowned as he sensed the Divine Spark flowing faintly through his Azure Dragon veins. "Thirty-four percent," he muttered. "The rest must depend on how much we can handle."

Seraphina, seated nearby, nodded slightly. Her fiery aura flared brighter as she resumed absorbing energy. "It means this platform is not just a place of cultivation. It's a trial of potential."

Meanwhile, Max remained calm amidst the growing tension. His eyes were closed, his breathing steady, but inside, his soul was sharp and focused. He could feel it now—the strange current he had ignored before. It was moving through him with the Divine Essence, weaving into his blood and merging with his divine veins. It was subtle yet undeniable.

'So that's what it was,' he thought, his expression unreadable. 'Divine Spark… the seed of transcendence.'

He felt it more clearly than the others. For him, the Divine Spark didn't simply flow into his body—it resonated with something deep within. The Vein of Origin pulsed faintly in response, almost as if it recognized the energy. His divine sea stirred as golden and black light intertwined, forming a complex rhythm that perfectly synchronized with the new essence.

The Divine Spark blended with his energy effortlessly, like it had always belonged there.

Still, Max understood the meaning behind the message. It wasn't enough to have Divine Spark flowing within him; he would have to cultivate it, strengthen it, and complete it until it reached 100%. Only then could he hope to go beyond even the Divine Rank.

Around him, the atmosphere of the Divine Platform shifted once more. The geniuses who had been complacent now pushed themselves to their limits, their cultivation bases expanding as they absorbed Divine Essence at full speed.

The golden mist thickened further, and faint sparks of light flickered through the air—signs of Divine Spark forming in their surroundings.

The entire Divine Platform now pulsed with a new intensity. The realization had lit a fire within everyone. This was no longer just a chance to rise to the Divine Rank. It was a race toward transcendence itself.

And as that thought settled, Max slowly opened his eyes. A faint golden gleam flickered within them before fading. His aura rippled gently through the space around him, filling the dome with an overwhelming sense of calm strength.

"Sixth level of the Mythic Rank," he muttered softly, his voice echoing faintly in the quiet chamber. The realization brought a satisfied smile to his face. The progress he had made within the Divine Platform was extraordinary by any standard.

In the outside world, this kind of growth would have taken hundreds of years of accumulation, endless battles, and countless life-and-death experiences. Yet here, it had taken only days.

Even though he had yet to officially step into the Divine Rank, Max could feel that his strength already surpassed its boundaries. His divine energy was denser and more refined than even the cultivators who had reached peak Divine Rank.

His body felt light yet indestructible, his divine sea vast and radiant, and his veins pulsed with energy so rich it almost felt alive. The power within him was stable, controlled, and terrifying in its potential.

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