Chaos Tree doing its magic

Three days passed in a blur of silent determination as Max remained before the Flame Tyrant Totem Stone, unwavering and fully immersed in its profound legacy.

To the other geniuses around him, he barely moved—just sat there, silent, still, expression focused. But what they couldn't see was the war of comprehension and clarity unfolding within him.

His consciousness flowed in and out of the Dimension of Time hundreds of times, diving into that temporal cocoon where the outside world slowed to a crawl and every moment of insight stretched into months and years. He used every breath, every flicker of law energy that emanated from the totem, and dissected its meaning with a surgeon's precision.