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title: "Chapter 192: Transformation of Soul Force"
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novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
number: 192
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createdAt: "2026-04-13"
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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. Read new chapters at freewebnovel

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

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

Max’s eyes flickered as he took in the sight.

He had never seen anything like this before.

’Is this my soul force?’

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 wasn’t 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.

’The Tai Chi Diagram… the black part!’

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.

’But what’s with the red seed?’

Max’s gaze lingered on the strange object.

Unlike the black cubes, which felt connected to him—

The red seed felt… different.

Foreign.

Almost like it didn’t belong inside him.

He couldn’t 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 wasn’t the case.

Because things that existed in the Soul Palace weren’t 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 wasn’t like he could just reach into his soul and remove it.

He sighed, shaking his head.

’I’ll think about this later.’

For now—

He needed to focus on the matter at hand.

’Alright… Time to condense my soul into solid form.’

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.

’Ugh…!’

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.

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

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.

That’s 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.

’Damn… it’s so delicate.’

He realized that this process couldn’t 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 didn’t let that distract him.

He didn’t rush.

He didn’t 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.

’Finally… I did it.’

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.

’The first part is done… Now for the second.’

Max’s 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.

’This will take time… but once it’s done, I’ll be far stronger than before.’

He clenched his fists, determination burning in his eyes.