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title: "Chapter 1400: Forbidden Lightning Needle Divine Art"
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novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
number: 1407
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createdAt: "2026-04-15"
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The moment the red lightning emerged, the atmosphere inside the training chamber changed dramatically. Unlike the blue lightning, which carried a sharp and piercing lethality, the red lightning radiated an overwhelming sense of destruction, as if it existed solely to annihilate everything in its path.

Thick arcs of crimson electricity lashed through the air, scorching the space they passed through and leaving faint distortions behind. Max extended his will once more, and just as he had done before, he began drawing every strand of red lightning back toward himself.

The crimson lightning resisted.

It raged violently, surging and colliding within itself as though unwilling to be bound. The sound it produced was deeper and harsher than the blue lightning, like the roar of a raging inferno mixed with thunder.

Max’s expression grew focused as he exerted greater control, forcing the red lightning to converge. Slowly, unwillingly, it gathered into a dense mass before him, its glow intensifying as the raw destructive energy was packed closer and closer together.

Then Max began compressing it.

The red lightning folded inward under tremendous pressure, its chaotic arcs tightening into sharper, more violent currents. The training chamber trembled slightly, and faint cracks appeared along the reinforced floor as the pressure from the compressed lightning pressed outward.

Max compressed it again, his control unwavering as the mass shrank further, the crimson glow becoming blindingly intense. The destructive force contained within it grew exponentially, far surpassing what the blue lightning had held at its peak.

He compressed it again.

The raging mass of red lightning condensed until it began to take shape, elongating and narrowing under Max’s will. The violent roar softened into a low, menacing hum that resonated through the chamber like a warning. Finally, with one last act of compression, the lightning storm collapsed into a single, slender needle of red lightning.

The crimson lightning needle hovered silently in the air, yet the pressure it emitted was terrifying. Compared to the blue lightning needle, this one felt heavier, denser, and far more destructive. The energy contained within it was so concentrated that even Max could feel a faint prickle of danger on his skin. It was not merely meant to pierce. It was meant to obliterate everything it passed through, leaving nothing behind.

When the red lightning needle drifted beside the blue one, the contrast was striking. The blue needle radiated cold precision and lethal penetration, while the red needle exuded raw annihilation and overwhelming force. Together, they released an oppressive aura that filled the entire training chamber.

The air between them trembled violently, caught between two condensed embodiments of lightning destruction. Stray arcs leapt between the needles, cracking sharply as if even the lightning itself was reacting to the terrifying energy concentrated within them.

Max looked at the two needles floating beside each other, his eyes reflecting their glow. The combined pressure they released made it clear that these were not ordinary techniques, but weapons capable of ending battles instantly.

If unleashed together, their destructive power would be nothing short of catastrophic. Even without releasing them, their mere presence was enough to make the chamber feel like it was on the verge of collapse.

A satisfied smile appeared on Max’s face. He could feel it clearly now. These lightning needles were true trump cards, techniques forged through extreme compression and absolute control, and once revealed on the battlefield, they would inspire nothing but fear.

"Forbidden Lightning Needle Divine Art," Max muttered softly as he gazed at the two needles hovering before him. "Truly a terrifying lightning inheritance technique."

This was the inheritance technique he had obtained from the final island within the Inheritance Chamber of the Dimension of Lightning, and witnessing its power firsthand only confirmed that his choice had been the correct one.

The technique was not about overwhelming range or explosive displays, but about absolute lethality through compression and precision. Every strand of lightning was refined to its limit, transformed into a weapon that existed solely to end everything it touched.

Max’s smile deepened as another thought crossed his mind. "This is only two lightning needles," he said quietly. "But what if there were seven more?"

His gaze turned inward as his thoughts drifted toward the Seven Colored Lightnings of Divine Punishment stored within his Dimension of Time. Those lightnings were not ordinary lightning at all. Each one carried divine authority and punishment, representing a force far above common elemental power.

If even ordinary blue and red lightning could be compressed into needles of such terrifying lethality, then the result of compressing the Seven Lightnings of Divine Punishment was something Max could barely begin to imagine.

Images of devastation flashed through his mind. A single strike that pierced through realms. Needles that could erase bodies, souls, and even laws with merciless efficiency. The thought alone was enough to make his heart beat faster with anticipation.

"I am pretty sure this training chamber would not survive that," Max said with a wry smile. Even now, the reinforced chamber trembled faintly under the oppressive presence of just the blue and red lightning needles. Cracks had not yet formed, but the strain was evident.

If he were to unleash even one needle forged from the Seven Colored Lightnings of Divine Punishment, destruction would be inevitable. If he unleashed all seven, the chamber would be reduced to nothing but rubble in an instant.

Max slowly dispelled the two lightning needles, the oppressive pressure fading as the condensed lightning dissolved back into his body. His expression remained calm, yet beneath it lay quiet satisfaction. He had found a true trump card, a forbidden art worthy of being used only at the most critical moments.

"Now it is time to advance into the Rebirth Realm," Max muttered as he sat down on the floor of the training ground, his posture steady and his breathing gradually evening out.

With a single thought, he took out the resources he had obtained from the Dark Phoenix Clan and the Heavenly Kirin Clan. One by one, ten precious treasures appeared before him, each of them radiating dense spiritual energy and profound vitality.

The moment they were revealed, the surrounding air grew heavy, saturated with power that ordinary Divine Rank cultivators would struggle to endure for long.