Dimension of Time.
Max finally stopped practicing his inheritance techniques, his chest rising and falling steadily as sweat covered his entire body. Even in his Rebirth Realm physique, the strain of what he had been doing was undeniable. He had done exactly what he set out to do.
One by one, he had entered the Inheritance Chambers of the Flame, Ice, and Sword dimensions, selecting the highest level inheritance techniques currently accessible to him and imprinting them deeply into his understanding.
The days that followed were spent entirely within the Dimension of Time. What passed as only a few days outside had amounted to thousands of years of repeated practice within that timeless space.
Every movement had been refined, every mistake corrected, and every nuance carved into instinct. He had pushed himself relentlessly, not allowing even a moment of complacency, because he knew the Thirty Six Hall Grand Trial would not forgive weakness.
