Max changed his approach. Bringing both hands forward, he clasped his palms together in a steady motion. Between them, sparks of black fire flickered to life. Within moments, a dense sphere of black flames formed, glowing faintly with crimson veins that pulsed like a living heart.

The heat it emitted was suffocating, yet contained. He controlled it perfectly, restricting the black fire to remain within the space between his hands.

The sphere was the size of a football, spinning slowly, its surface rippling with chaotic energy. The flames moved like liquid, devouring everything around them but never expanding beyond their confines.

'Devour,' Max commanded silently.

At that instant, the Divine Essence around him reacted violently. The golden mist surged toward the black sphere as if drawn by an irresistible force. Streams of radiant energy poured into it, swirling like a vortex before being refined and directed straight into Max's body.

The absorption speed multiplied instantly.

The divine energy that had previously flowed into him like a calm river now crashed into him like a tidal wave. His body trembled slightly as the golden essence rushed into every cell, every vein, and every fragment of his divine sea.

The pressure inside him grew terrifyingly dense. It was as if the Divine Platform itself was pouring its entire reservoir into him.

The flow became so intense that even breathing became difficult. It felt like being submerged beneath a raging waterfall, every drop a blast of molten energy forcing its way into his body. His muscles strained, his divine sea quaked, and even his divine veins hummed with the weight of power being forced into them.

For a brief moment, Max thought his body might not withstand it. His chest tightened, and a sharp pain shot through his limbs. The black flames flickered violently, threatening to spiral out of control.

But he didn't stop.

Gritting his teeth, he poured more focus into stabilizing the process. His Unholy Trinity Body activated on its own, reinforcing his internal structure, while the Vein of Origin glowed faintly beneath his skin.

Golden light from the divine veins and black fire from the devouring sphere began to intertwine in perfect harmony, forming a cycle of absorption and refinement.

Divine Essence flowed in through the black sphere, was devoured, and then refined within his body before being distributed evenly across his divine sea. The process was brutal but effective.

Each pulse of divine energy made his strength soar. His body became a living vessel of transformation, absorbing, refining, and expanding with every heartbeat. The pressure was unbearable, yet exhilarating. The black flames burned brighter, and the space around him distorted faintly from the intensity of his energy.

Still, there was no sign of the Divine Spark. He couldn't see it, but he could feel the Divine Sark entering his body at a rate faster than before. Every time the essence entered his body, there was a faint shimmer—a vibration that didn't belong to divine energy alone. It was elusive, but it was there.

'So that's it,' Max thought through the haze of concentration. 'Even if I couldn't extract the Divine Spark from the Divine Essence, if I could just devour a large amount of Divine Essence into my body then I would surely have enough amount of Divine Spark.'

The realization lit a spark of determination in his heart. He tightened his control, letting the devouring flames pull in even more energy. The rate of absorption increased again, faster and faster until the golden mist around him began to thin visibly.

The dome trembled faintly under the pressure. Other geniuses who were cultivating nearby opened their eyes briefly, sensing the disturbance. The density of Divine Essence in their surroundings was dropping, flowing toward one point—the black vortex of energy where Max sat.

Yet he didn't care. His focus was absolute. He wanted to push his limit, to devour every drop of essence that the platform could offer, to see how far he could refine it into something higher.

Time lost meaning once again. Minutes turned into hours, and hours stretched endlessly. The golden streams of energy continued to pour into him, their brilliance dimming as more and more was consumed.

His body had become a living conduit for divine transformation. Every cell glowed with faint light, his veins pulsed like rivers of molten gold, and the air around him vibrated with raw, overwhelming power.

He could feel it—his foundation strengthening, his divine sea expanding, and somewhere deep within that ever-growing storm, the Divine Spark slowly forming, hidden yet alive.

And so, Max continued to sit there in silence, devouring, refining, and enduring the impossible pressure. The Divine Platform trembled faintly beneath him, the golden mist swirling endlessly as the hours passed.

If this was the path to reaching 100% Divine Spark, then he would walk it without hesitation—no matter how much pain, risk, or exhaustion it demanded.

Just like that, everyone on the Divine Platform found themselves completely absorbed in cultivation. The ten domes that once flickered with dim, scattered light now radiated with blinding brilliance.

Each dome was filled with geniuses sitting cross-legged, their auras merging with the golden essence that surrounded them. The flow of energy in the air was so dense that it had turned the entire Divine Platform into a realm of light, where golden mist streamed like liquid across the floor.

No one spoke anymore. Words had no meaning in this place. The only thing that mattered was the Divine Essence flowing endlessly through their bodies, and the faint, hidden presence of the Divine Spark being refined within.

Days turned into weeks. The Divine Platform floated silently amidst the golden expanse, untouched by time or decay. The stars beyond the divine barrier shone faintly, marking the passage of countless nights, yet inside, the flow of energy remained unchanged—eternal and unceasing.

Max remained seated in his original place, his posture unmoving. His breathing had slowed to the point of stillness, his consciousness fully immersed in the flow of energy. His Three Dimensional Body had long since adapted to the Divine Essence, and now every pulse of it moved through him like water running through an endless river.

Golden veins glowed faintly beneath his skin, intertwined with streams of black light that pulsed in perfect rhythm. His body looked calm on the outside, but within him, a storm raged without end.

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