Chapter 512: Traveling a Space Tunnel

Max watched in awe, his eyes narrowing slightly. He had never seen these types of red energy stones before—not in any texts, not in any guild vault, and certainly not in the wild. But even without recognition, his senses were sharp enough to understand one thing clearly—the power emanating from these crystals was on a completely different level.

Their energy fluctuations dwarfed even the most advanced high-rank monster cores or the infamous Sinful Bone Frames he had seen in the darker corners of the Mourning Depths. It was like comparing the light of a candle to the radiance of a star.

And it made sense. For a teleportation rune formation of this scale—spanning ten miles across and capable of crossing planetary boundaries—ordinary energy sources simply wouldn’t suffice. The tower would need something rare, something ancient, something far beyond what this realm commonly produced.

These red crystals were absolutely priceless—each one a condensed vessel of unfathomable energy, likely forged or cultivated through processes long lost to time.

As Max watched them settle into the massive runic altar, he felt the sheer weight of the resources being expended just to initiate a single transmission. If the energy cost to send one young elite across worlds was this astronomical, then the resources allocated to those who passed and began the True Inheritance training could only be imagined.

It wasn’t just a matter of cultivating strength—it was the shaping of future legends, the forging of pillars who could one day uphold the might of the Black Dragon Palace itself.

No wonder the palace had such harsh, nearly impossible requirements for anyone seeking to qualify. This wasn’t a path open to the mediocre or the merely talented—it was a throne only the truly monstrous could sit upon.

For the Black Dragon Palace to invest so much into a single individual, they needed certainty. Assurance. A soul capable of enduring the path of gods.

And now, standing at the center of this grand formation, Max understood clearly: even among the elite, he was one of the few chosen.

Only someone with his rare fusion of power, comprehension, bloodline, and sheer will could be granted this opportunity. And though the burden was heavy, Max felt no hesitation.

Bang!

The red crystals embedded within the altar suddenly erupted with raw, blazing energy. A deep rumble thundered through the colossal platform as the entire transmission array trembled violently beneath Max’s feet.

All at once, the ancient runes carved into the altar lit up in a cascading sequence, their glow intensifying with each second until the platform was bathed in a dazzling crimson light.

Then, with a roar that seemed to shake the very fabric of space, a massive beam of fiery-red energy shot upward from the center of the altar, piercing the sky like a divine spear.

As Max stood at the heart of the formation, the full brunt of the teleportation force slammed into him all at once. It wasn’t just heat or pressure—it was a suffocating weight that felt as if an entire world had dropped onto his shoulders.

His bones creaked, his muscles strained, and even his organs felt like they were being crushed under the oppressive force. It wasn’t just physical—it was spatial and soul-based, pressing in from every direction with unrelenting fury.

For a brief moment, Max’s vision blurred, his breath caught in his throat, and he understood one terrifying truth—if he had been even slightly weaker, he would have been annihilated on the spot.

“Dragon Scales Transformation!”

Max growled, and in an instant, black condensed scales surged across his body, forming an armor of impenetrable draconic defense. The weight pressing down on him was still immense, but the transformation stabilized him. His breathing steadied, his footing held firm, and he stood tall amidst the storm of energy.

Internally, even Max couldn’t help but be shocked. ‘This transmission… it’s beyond anything I’ve ever imagined. If a normal Seeker Rank expert were to stand here, they wouldn’t last a second—they’d explode before they even realized what hit them.’

Bang!

The entire transmission runes violently trembled once aagin as a deeper surge of red energy erupted from its core, flooding the altar in a sea of brilliant crimson light.

The air crackled with spatial distortion, the runes flaring like a chain of explosions, each one releasing waves of intense energy that rippled across the platform.

Max barely had a moment to steady himself before it happened—the world around him twisted sharply, and then his body was yanked forward with overwhelming force.

It was as if something had seized his entire existence and flung him into the heart of a maelstrom. A sudden, dizzying acceleration slammed into him, so extreme and violent that it felt like his organs were about to be ripped from his body.

His vision blurred, and the sensation of movement overwhelmed his senses as the fabric of reality bent and warped around him. He clenched his jaw, forced his body to endure, and kept his soul force steady even as red beams of light coiled tightly around him like chains, wrapping him in protective yet turbulent energy.

Then came the rupture—space itself shattered. The tower, the world, the sky—all broke into fragments of color and sound as Max was hurled into an incomparably chaotic space flow.

Time had no meaning here. Directions collapsed. He was surrounded by streaks of light, broken fragments of laws, twisting tunnels of energy that crackled with unstable power.

Yet despite the chaos, Max’s eyes suddenly gleamed. ‘This again…’

It was a space tunnel.

He remembered this sensation. This lawless corridor between dimensions. He had experienced it once before. When he travelled to the Lost Continent, a little bit in the Divine Pillar.

And now, he saw something more than just a blur of movement and destruction. He felt the subtle pulses, the fractures between realms, the echoes of time that whispered between spatial tears. This place wasn’t just a path—it was a forge. A crucible for insight.

‘This is the perfect time to temper my Concepts of Space and maybe I could even have a glimpse at the Concept of Time here,’ Max thought, steadying his breath as he extended his senses, letting his consciousness expand to grasp the elusive rhythms of this chaotic flow. Amidst the storm of dimensions, he no longer fought against the chaos—he embraced it.

The chaotic space flow Max found himself in this time was far more violent, more terrifying, and more unpredictable than anything he had ever faced before.

Jagged currents of dimensional force howled like wild beasts, tearing through the void in spiraling torrents of fractured reality. Space twisted, collapsed, and rebuilt itself in erratic pulses, and the pressure from all sides felt like invisible blades trying to slice him apart.

But Max wasn’t the same as he had been the last time he traversed such a realm. His strength had grown exponentially, and more importantly, his comprehension of the Concept of Space had deepened to an extraordinary level. He could now feel the subtle patterns in the chaos, the pulses of collapsing dimensions and the sharp bends in the broken flow of time.

Even if his body couldn’t brute-force its way through these currents, his mind was sharp enough to navigate them. Using spatial techniques and his refined control, he sidestepped collapse points, twisted his body between ruptures, and avoided the sheer destruction that once had nearly left him crippled and unable to move.

Still, the journey was brutal. Time didn’t exist here, only the endless churn of spatial storms, and Max soared through them for what felt like an eternity. Even with his monstrous endurance and deep energy reserves, the unrelenting pressure devoured his strength bit by bit.

His breathing grew heavier, his movements slower. Seventy percent… eighty percent… his true essence was being drained rapidly, burned like fuel just to stay intact. Every breath felt like dragging a mountain behind him. But he endured. Gritting his teeth, eyes blazing with unyielding determination, Max refused to falter.

And then—suddenly—his body convulsed as a powerful spatial ripple slammed into him like a divine hammer. In the next instant, the chaotic space flow ripped open before him, and Max was violently ejected.

The sensation was like being kicked out of existence and hurled into a new one. His vision blurred, his soul trembled, and his body flipped through the air uncontrollably before he was started falling through the air.

‘I am falling?!’ It was the Max realized, he had arrived at his destination.

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