What is this 'Dimensional Chat' ?

Chapter 117. Beyond the Heaven

Satria unfolded the gift he had received from the Dimensional Chat—a scroll shimmering with celestial light, inscribed with ancient runes. It was a Scroll of Guidance to Become an Emperor Deity.

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With determination burning in his chest, Satria withdrew from the world. He sealed himself away in a realm of his own creation: a hidden sanctuary known as the Golden Emperor Realm, a world untouched by time, unseen by all.

Here, he began his solitary journey.

The first trial tested his endurance, strength, agility, and unwavering focus. Day after day, he pushed his body beyond mortal limits. He lifted stars and planets forged from his own energy, shouldered the weight of galaxies, sprinted through warps where hidden terrors lurked between folds of reality. His muscles strained, bones creaked, but he endured. Like the steel of an ancient blade tempered in endless fire, his body transformed into something far beyond human—a vessel worthy of wielding divine power.

It was during these trials that a flicker of something deeper stirred within him. A latent force, a sleeping dragon in his soul, beginning to awaken.

The second stage of his path led inward: the cultivation of Qi. Satria sat beneath the endless sky of his realm, drawing energy from the earth below and the heavens above, weaving them into his being. He meditated so deeply that his breath slowed, his pulse quieted, until his very presence merged with the universe itself. His body became as still and enduring as the mountains; his spirit soared beyond the stars.

Time lost meaning.

Was it ten years? A hundred? A thousand? In this endless void, there were no days, no nights—only the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against eternity.

Yet even after walking a path that mortals could not complete in millions of years, he knew… it was not enough.

He had to become stronger. He had to protect their smiles.

The path to immortality was long and treacherous. To ascend to the highest realms, he had to transcend mere strength. He had to commune with the divine, to pierce the veil between mortal and god.

And that final trial was not of body or mind—but of spirit.

To step forward, Satria would need to journey through his innermost self, confronting living embodiments of his fears, desires, and flaws. Only by conquering the shadows within could he hope to claim the mantle of Emperor Deity.

Suddenly, a being appeared—radiating an overwhelming aura of compassion and wisdom, a light so pure it transcended comprehension. The brilliance was enough to make mountains tremble and stars bow. Yet Satria, sovereign of his realm and master of his universe, stood calm and unfazed.

At last, the figure spoke, his voice a serene melody that carried both kindness and gravity.

"Finally… we meet, young man."

Satria slowly opened his eyes, rising from meditation, a flicker of surprise crossing his features. For someone to enter this realm—his Golden Emperor Realm, hidden even from the gods themselves—was no trivial feat.

"…Who are you?"

The being smiled gently, light shimmering around him like a halo of eternity.

"I am known to your world as Jibril… or Gabriel. The one who carries divine revelations to the prophets of our Creator."