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title: "Chapter 1521: The Difficulty of Opening the Divine Veins!"
slug: "ch-1528"
novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
number: 1528
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createdAt: "2026-04-15"
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"My body was almost destroyed this time," Max muttered under his breath as he slowly exhaled.

He remained seated within the white expanse of the Dimension of Time, his body still recovering from the violent process he had just endured. Even though the Vein of Vitality had already begun circulating its powerful life force throughout his body, the memory of what had just happened remained fresh in his mind.

He could still feel the echoes of that pain.

The moment when the dragon essence had surged uncontrollably through his meridians, the pressure that had nearly torn his body apart, and the countless cracks that had spread across his flesh as if his entire body was on the verge of shattering.

Max slowly clenched his fist.

Within his body, the two opened divine veins now functioned together.

The first divine vein strengthened his raw physical power while the second divine vein continuously released a steady stream of vitality that nourished his body. His muscles felt denser and more resilient, while the flow of life energy constantly repaired even the smallest signs of damage within him.

The increase in strength was immediate and obvious.

At the same time, the healing capabilities granted by the Vein of Vitality were astonishing.

Max could clearly sense that even if he were to suffer severe injuries, his body would now recover at a speed far beyond what it was capable of before. The life force flowing through him felt endless and steady, like a quiet river that would never run dry.

Yet despite this improvement, his expression remained serious.

He understood very clearly what had just happened.

If it were not for the twelve hundred Draconic Essences reinforcing his body and the Dragon Scales that had protected his flesh at the critical moment, his body would not have survived the process of opening the second divine vein.

He would have either been crippled or died on the spot.

"I was careless," Max said quietly as he shook his head.

He had underestimated the difficulty of opening the divine veins.

Until now, he had treated the process as another step in his cultivation path. He knew it would be difficult, but he had not fully understood how dangerous it truly was.

Now he understood.

Opening a divine vein was not simply a matter of gathering enough energy and forcing a breakthrough.

It was a direct challenge against the limits of one’s own body.

The divine veins were not ordinary meridians. They were fundamental pathways that governed the deepest potential of the human body. Forcing them open required an immense amount of energy, but more importantly, it required a body strong enough to withstand that energy without collapsing.

Max slowly lowered his gaze.

"The reason is simple," he thought to himself. "Not everyone’s body can endure this process."

Even if there existed a method to open the Seven Divine Veins, very few cultivators would dare to attempt it.

Because the cost of failure was too high.

If a cultivator’s body was not strong enough, the energy used to open a divine vein would destroy them from the inside out. There would be no second chance.

Max could clearly see it now.

If opening the second divine vein had already pushed his body to the brink of destruction, then the difficulty of opening the remaining veins would only increase further.

Each divine vein would require more energy, greater control, and a body far stronger than before.

The path ahead was not just difficult.

It was terrifying.

Max took a deep breath as his expression grew even more serious.

"No wonder even the Primordials could not go beyond the fourth divine vein," he muttered quietly.

The Primordial Race was known as the strongest race in the Divine Realm. Their bodies were far superior to those of ordinary beings, and they possessed techniques that allowed them to open the divine veins.

Even so, they had only managed to reach the fourth divine vein.

That fact alone spoke volumes.

It meant that even for beings with extraordinary physiques, the path of opening all seven divine veins was nearly impossible.

Max slowly looked at his hands.

A faint glow of vitality flowed beneath his skin as the Vein of Vitality continued to nourish his body.

He understood now that what he was walking was not an ordinary path of cultivation.

It was a path that few dared to tread.

A path where every step forward carried the risk of death.

Yet instead of fear, a faint smile appeared on his face.

The difficulty of the path did not discourage him.

If anything, it only strengthened his resolve.

Because the more difficult the path, the greater the power waiting at the end of it.

"If I can truly open all seven of my divine veins and then go beyond that..." Max muttered softly, his voice carrying a trace of excitement that he could not suppress.

For a moment his imagination ran far ahead of his current strength. He could almost picture a body that had surpassed all limits, a physique capable of shattering stars with a single motion. The thought alone made his heart beat faster.

However, Max quickly shook his head and forced himself to calm down.

Such thoughts were still too far away.

Right now, he had only opened two divine veins, and even that had nearly cost him his life. There was no point indulging in distant possibilities when the path ahead was still filled with danger at every step.

Max slowly shifted his focus.

His consciousness sank inward as he looked within his body.

Immediately, his attention was drawn toward the Chaos Tree.

The massive tree stood firmly within his inner world, its branches extending outward with an aura that felt both ancient and mysterious. Among its branches, the flaming branch stood out the most. It radiated a deep red glow as if it carried the essence of fire itself.

On that branch, five fruits hung quietly.

Each fruit pulsed faintly with a strange and powerful energy, as if they were alive in their own way.

Max narrowed his eyes slightly as he observed them.

He had already noticed these fruits earlier, but he had not yet taken the time to properly examine them. Now that he had opened the second divine vein, it felt like the right moment to do so.

After thinking for a brief moment, Max extended his will toward one of the fruits.

"I wonder if I can take it out," he muttered.

The moment that thought formed, one of the fruits detached itself from the flaming branch and appeared before him in the Dimension of Time.