With renewed focus, he turned his attention to another golden sphere.
And then another.
And another.
One Week Later…
Inside the vast space of his Soul Palace—
A breathtaking sight unfolded.
Thousands of fine, golden threads hovered around Max.
Some floated above him, swaying like delicate silk strands.
Some drifted below, pulsing faintly with power.
Others simply hovered in the air, like a constellation of veins woven from his very soul.
Max exhaled, his eyes flickering with pride and satisfaction.
"It's done."
For the first time, his soul was no longer raw energy.
It was refined. Structured. Controlled.
Each thread represented a fragment of his soul force, but unlike before—
They were no longer wild and chaotic.
They were sharp. Precise. Powerful.
Max stared at the threads, deep in thought.
"In the Adept Rank, I should be able to transform them into a more definite solid shape."
This was just the first stage—
A necessary step toward true mastery.
