Max didn't count the days. The Divine Platform existed beyond the normal flow of time, and within it, moments stretched endlessly. He no longer felt hunger, thirst, or fatigue. His mind was fully synchronized with the rhythm of the Divine Platform.
At first, he had felt the Divine Spark forming faintly within him—a flickering, formless glow that pulsed deep within his soul. But as time passed, that faint flicker became a steady flame. It was not visible to the naked eye, nor was it something his divine senses could fully grasp. Yet he could feel its growth every time he absorbed another pulse of Divine Essence.
His cultivation was no longer about rushing through realms or chasing quick results. It was about refinement—perfecting every thread of divine energy, transforming it into the purest form possible, and allowing it to merge seamlessly with the Divine Spark.
All across the platform, the same scene repeated itself.
