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Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 192: Transformation of Soul Force · Oct 05, 2026

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151 Chapter 151: The Result 2026-10-05
152 Chapter 152: Unfathomable Amelia 2026-10-05
153 Chapter 153: Space Aura 2026-10-05
154 Chapter 154: Four Seed Candidates 2026-10-05
155 Chapter 155: Arthur Gale 2026-10-05
156 Chapter 156: Power of Mist 2026-10-05
157 Chapter 157: Drag Sword 2026-10-05
158 Chapter 158: A Miracle? 2026-10-05
159 Chapter 159: Horizon Split 2026-10-05
160 Chapter 160: Arthurʼs Vow 2026-10-05
161 Chapter 161: Mad Sword 2026-10-05
162 Chapter 162: Asha Taking Action 2026-10-05
163 Chapter 163: You Bore Me 2026-10-05
164 Chapter 164: Madness Overloaded 2026-10-05
165 Chapter 165: Crown Prince Aelric 2026-10-05
166 Chapter 166: An Opportunity 2026-10-05
167 Chapter 167: Aelric Crying? 2026-10-05
168 Chapter 168: Strongest in the Adept Rank 2026-10-05
169 Chapter 169: Affinity of Space 2026-10-05
170 Chapter 170: Space Aura 2026-10-05
171 Chapter 171: Three Dimensional Body 2026-10-05
172 Chapter 172: Absolute Defense 2026-10-05
173 Chapter 173: Strongest in the Adept Rank? Max? 2026-10-05
174 Chapter 174: A Battle to Determine the Strongest 2026-10-05
175 Chapter 175: Intense Battle 2026-10-05
176 Chapter 176: An Eerie Voice 2026-10-05
177 Chapter 177: Last Chance 2026-10-05
178 Chapter 178: Lost? 2026-10-05
179 Chapter 179: Shall We Begin? 2026-10-05
180 Chapter 180: Null, A Vesper 2026-10-05
181 Chapter 181: Unbelievable Strength 2026-10-05
182 Chapter 182: Devouring Soul 2026-10-05
183 Chapter 183: Lightning is the only way 2026-10-05
184 Chapter 184: History of Nulls 2026-10-05
185 Chapter 185: Fifth Floor 2026-10-05
186 Chapter 186: Return to the Soul Palace 2026-10-05
187 Chapter 187: Chain of Eternal life 2026-10-05
188 Chapter 188: Futile 2026-10-05
189 Chapter 189: Last Move 2026-10-05
190 Chapter 190: Soul Force Overflowing 2026-10-05
191 Chapter 191: A Unique Physique? 2026-10-05
192 Chapter 192: Transformation of Soul Force 2026-10-05
193 Chapter 193: Miniature Sun 2026-10-05
194 Chapter 194: Pitiful Life of Spirits 2026-10-05
195 Chapter 195: Mystery behind the Miniature Sun 2026-10-05
196 Chapter 196: 196. The new owner of the Temple 2026-10-05
197 Chapter 197: Voidborne Edge 2026-10-05
198 Chapter 198: Crimson Havoc 2026-10-05
199 Chapter 199: A World for Spirits 2026-10-05
200 Chapter 200: Fame 2026-10-05

Chapter 192: Transformation of Soul Force

As Max stepped inside his Soul Palace, the world around him shifted.

The darkness of the void faded away, replaced by—

A vast expanse of floating golden spheres.

There were hundreds of thousands of them.

Endless.

Shimmering.

Floating in an endless sea of light.

Each sphere varied in size.

Some were as small as his fingers.

Others were as massive as colossal giants, looming like golden suns.

They hovered silently, drifting with a gentle pulse—as if they were alive.

Maxʼs eyes flickered as he took in the sight.

He had never seen anything like this before.

ʼIs this my soul force?ʼ

The thought echoed in his mind as he slowly turned his gaze across the countless golden spheres.

He reached out—

His fingertips brushed against one of the smaller spheres.

A pulse of energy ran through him.

Warm. Familiar.

It was as if he had touched a part of himself.

A part of his existence.

If this truly was his soul force…

Then that meant—

This world wasnʼt just a space.

It was him.

A physical manifestation of his very being.

And now—

For the first time—

He had stepped inside it.

As Max floated among the golden spheres, his gaze was drawn elsewhere.

To an area where the golden spheres were scarce.

Unlike the rest of the vast expanse, which overflowed with soul energy, this region felt… empty.

And at the center of this emptiness—

A single transparent sphere.

It was colorless.

Silent.

Floating alone, detached from the countless orbs surrounding it.

It was massive— about the same size as Max himself.

But what truly caught his attention—

Was what lay inside it.

Inside the transparent sphere, there were two things.

⬛ A mass of small black cube.

🔴 A red, seed-like object.

The black cubes seemed… familiar.

A strange pull in his soul made him feel connected to them.

As if they were a part of him.

Then—

His eyes widened in realization.

ʼThe Tai Chi Diagram… the black part!ʼ

He immediately understood.

The black cubes were connected to the dark half of the Tai Chi Diagram—

The same darkness that once sealed his Soul Palace.

And since the white half was missing…

There was no white counterpart to the cubes.

But then—

His gaze shifted to the other object—

The red seed.

It radiated an energy unlike anything he had ever encountered before.

Something ancient.

Something dormant.

But most of all—

Something that was waiting to awaken.

Max stared at the transparent sphere, his mind racing.

ʼBut whatʼs with the red seed?ʼ

Maxʼs gaze lingered on the strange object.

Unlike the black cubes, which felt connected to him—

The red seed felt… different.

Foreign.

Almost like it didnʼt belong inside him.

He couldnʼt sense anything from it.

No aura.

No presence.

No connection.

It was completely silent.

As if it was just an object floating in his soul.

Yet—

He instinctively knew that wasnʼt the case.

Because things that existed in the Soul Palace werenʼt just objects.

They were representations of something deeper.

Max contemplated.

The red seed had been in his Soul Palace for years without any visible effect.

That meant—

It was probably not dangerous.

At least, not yet.

And even if it was—

What could he do about it?

It wasnʼt like he could just reach into his soul and remove it.

He sighed, shaking his head.

ʼIʼll think about this later.ʼ

For now—

He needed to focus on the matter at hand.

ʼAlright… Time to condense my soul into solid form.ʼ

Max exhaled, steadying himself.

He crossed his legs, sitting in a meditative position.

His mind calmed, his focus sharp.

Slowly—

He pressed his palms together, channeling his concentration into the technique.

The Hundred Refined Threads Soul.

A technique that allowed him to refine his soul force—

To turn it from raw soul force into solid threads of power.

As he activated the technique—

The golden spheres around him trembled.

All of them.

From the smallest ones floating gently…

To the colossal orbs looming like golden suns.

They responded to his command.

But—

As soon as he tried to control them all at once—

A sharp pain shot through his mind.

ʼUgh…!ʼ

The strain was immense.

There were too many.

Hundreds of thousands.

An ocean of raw soul force, vast and untamed.

Trying to control them all at once was like trying to move an entire sea with his bare hands.

It was impossible.

ʼI guess this is also the reason why people condense their soul force into solid forms… for better control.ʼ

Max mused, understanding the core purpose behind this technique.

Raw soul force was too chaotic.

It was like a wild storm, impossible to command in its current state.

Thatʼs why—

The first step to true mastery was to refine it.

To turn it from scattered energy into something precise, something controllable.

He shifted his focus to a single small golden sphere.

One among the countless hundreds of thousands floating around him.

He activated Hundred Refined Threads Soul.

Slowly—

Carefully—

He began to unravel the sphere.

It was like pulling apart dots of golden particles—

Each particle delicate, resisting separation.

Little by little, the golden sphere fragmented into tiny dots—

Tiny golden particles that hovered in the air.

But—

It was far harder than he had expected.

If his focus wavered even slightly—

The golden particles would merge back together, reforming the sphere.

Undoing all of his effort.

ʼDamn… itʼs so delicate.ʼ

He realized that this process couldnʼt be rushed.

Soul condensation required absolute precision.

It was like sculpting glass.

One mistake—

And everything he had done would turn futile.

Time drifted away as Max continued his meticulous work.

The golden sphere, once solid and whole, was slowly unraveling.

Bit by bit—

It transformed.

At first, only half of it had broken down into tiny golden particles, leaving behind a hemisphere of condensed soul force.

But Max didnʼt let that distract him.

He didnʼt rush.

He didnʼt force the process.

He simply continued.

Maintaining absolute focus.

Maintaining absolute control.

Every particle needed to be freed.

Every piece needed to be perfect.

Finally—

After an entire hour of relentless concentration—

The golden sphere was gone.

In its place—

A floating cloud of tiny particles.

They hovered before him, shimmering like a small golden nebula.

Max exhaled slowly, his body relaxing.

ʼFinally… I did it.ʼ

The first step was done.

The sphere was no longer a sphere.

Now—

It was a raw, unrefined cloud of pure soul force.

But this was only the beginning.

Now, he had to take the next step.

The most important step.

ʼThe first part is done… Now for the second.ʼ

Maxʼs eyes gleamed with focus.

The tiny golden particles he had unraveled from the sphere floated around him like shimmering dust, waiting to be shaped.

This was the true challenge.

He had successfully broken down his soul force into its purest form—

Now, he had to restructure it into something more solid.

In his case, a thread.

Following the Hundred Refined Threads Soul technique, Max carefully manipulated the particles.

Instead of letting them drift freely—

He guided them.

Layer by layer.

Piece by piece.

They slowly began to stack on top of each other.

Merging.

Condensing.

From scattered dust, they started to form a single, fine thread.

Thin.

Delicate.

Yet stronger than before.

It was no longer a loose cloud of energy.

Now—

It had structure.

It had form.

”The first thread….”

Max muttered, staring at his creation.

A thin golden strand hovered before him, radiating a faint pulse of energy.

It was just one.

A single thread.

But he knew—

This was only the beginning.

To truly master the technique—

He needed to create hundreds.

To weave them together—

To refine them further—

Until his entire soul force was composed of unbreakable threads.

ʼThis will take time… but once itʼs done, Iʼll be far stronger than before.ʼ

He clenched his fists, determination burning in his eyes.

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