Soon after reviewing all the changes, Maximus could barely contain his excitement.
Unfortunately, before he had enough plane origin, they would remain mere prototypes.
At this time, after thousands of years of accumulation, he barely had a hundred million strands of plane origin.
"It's time for my family to advance…" Maximus decided.
Instead of strengthening his path of law, core of origin, or anything else, Maximus believed it was better to use the plane origin for his family.
Although they were not treading a forbidden path and faced almost no bottlenecks, at their current pace, it would take millions of years for them to reach the absolute of law.
With a wave of his hand, strands of plane origin quietly melted into their bodies, purified, and then fed back into their path of law.
As the cycle continued, their progress accelerated from a slow walk to the speed of a train.
At the same time, their foundations began to solidify, pushing them toward a higher rank.
Maximus had been able to enhance his physique because of his Plane level ability coming into play.
However, for his family and everyone else, a rank 12 physique was already their limit.
Unless the Aeon Plane advances or there is a special chance, they will remain stuck at rank 12.
Using the plane origin, it seemed their physique changed, gearing towards advancement.
Seeing such a phenomenon, Maximus only smiled hastening his input of Plane Origin.
Meanwhile, seeing that Maximus was occupied, Etheria returned to the Etherium Realm to sort things out.
Even after advancing, many rules and laws remained tangled, requiring careful arrangement.
As things settled, the Etherium Void Region returned to peace.
However, outside, the overlords who sensed the advancement of an ultimate dimension were anything but calm.
"Did Maximus advance to the overlord realm?" Nyx asked in shock.
To forge an ultimate dimension, one needed not only vast resources but also the push of an overlord.
Advancing to the Tier 12 realm meant constructing a prototype of a plane.
By merging this plane with their private dimension, it would eventually form an ultimate dimension.
"It shouldn't be possible," the others quickly shook their head.
If Maximus had advanced, the commotion would have been far greater.
More importantly, it had only been a little over a hundred thousand years since their journey to the Primordial Origin Realm.
No matter how monstrous Maximus' talent was, advancing to the overlord realm that quickly was impossible.
"Then what do you think he did?"
Falling into silence, they could only exchange glances.
"No matter what, he is part of the Aeon Plane. The worst that could happen is that he rules over us," Sira muttered before leaving.
Hearing this, the others felt even more uneasy.
Clenching their fists, they returned to their respective territories, seeking another advancement.
It had been trillions of epochs since they ascended to the overlord realm.
Now, gambling on their chances, they hoped to take another step forward.
Leaving the absolutes to manage the Dark Void Domain, they entered seclusion.
Soon, time passed quickly.
With the advancement of the Etherium Realm, dimensions seeking to merge with it found the process much easier.
Harmonizing with its local laws, the instant their dimensions merged with the Etherium Realm, it was akin to their worlds advancing to a Tier 12 dimension.
Although they didn't gain any special features due to the lack of unique energy, it was still a major boon for many.
Advancing from a Tier 9 or 10 dimension to Tier 12 meant obtaining the complete 161,803 origins of law and the dense mana that came with it.
Without the limitations of law and with more abundant resources, people began advancing at a dazzling speed.
Beyond the Starry Continent, the profession of Star Lords experienced another surge in popularity, rising to the top five professions alongside mages, knights, alchemists, and mechanists.
Blessed by the world, Star Lords had an easier time cultivating and could harvest greater resources, earning them a generation of wealth one could hardly hope to match.
Taking their islands to explore the unknown and venture beyond the sea, they saw limitless prospects and the closest chance to reach the top.
Then, there was the Chaos Continent, causing a commotion.
With the blessing of the Etherium Realm's advancement, it had truly become a land of chaos and opportunity.
Divided into different regions, each held its own unique chances for fortune and power.
In the most chaotic places, even ultimate treasures could be born.
This set off a frenzy, causing even Tier 11 Masters of the River of Law to be greedy and join the hunt.
This time, the continent had no restrictions, allowing everyone from the weakest mortals to the strongest powerhouses to enter.
However, inside the Chaos Continent, everyone was equalized.
Depending on the region, even a mortal could wield the power of a Tier 9 Apex Sovereign or a Tier 11 Dimensional Emperor.
Such a brutal training ground, where opportunities were forged through blood and sweat, quickly gained fame.
Word spread even to the Virtual Realm, making many eager to visit the Etherium Realm for a training experience.
Unfortunately, the Etherium Realm was closed to outsiders.
Owned by the richest man in the Aeon Plane, it had no need for outside investment or interference.
Furthermore, at such a critical juncture, opening the Etherium Realm was even more impossible.
Aside from the Chaos Continent—a ruthless battleground of chaos and opportunity—there were also special dimensional pockets formed by the World Trees.
These pockets contained the purest and densest origin of law, making them a natural training ground.
Whether a genius or a failure, once inside, individuals would become one with nature, directly resonating with the origin of law.
Unfortunately, the Primordial Guardians—creatures of law that protected these special pockets—were highly selective.
Regardless of talent, they possessed a unique eye for choosing only those they deemed worthy.
Furthermore, access was not free. Under the strict control of the Etherium Council, using these special dimensions required a fee.
For those without enough wealth, the Etherium Bank provided loans with conveniently low interest rates.
It could be said that the Etherium Council had become more ruthless and unruly, having received the world's blessing.
Whether a mere mortal or a Tier 11 Master of the River of Law, anyone who dared break the rules would be punished.
Blessed by an invincible strength, only those masters of the Ocean of law could match them.
Because of this, many powerhouses began to complain, reporting the council's actions to Liam.
Unfortunately, all of them were in seclusion.
As for appealing to the Four Spirit Goddesses, they only oversaw the Etherium Realm's overall direction.
As long as no major offenses were committed, they would not interfere.
Wailing under the iron grip of justice, the powerhouses could only submit to the rules and keep a low profile.