Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 1246  A Steady Comprehension

Slowly, almost imperceptibly at first, Max began to feel the fifth-level concept of space taking shape within his mind.

The scattered fragments of spatial law that once drifted like mist now moved with purpose, aligning themselves in delicate patterns he had never been able to perceive before.

Each passing moment revealed another layer of meaning, another hidden rhythm that pulsed beneath the structure of reality. The progress was painfully slow, yet undeniably steady, and for the first time since he began this comprehension of 5th level concept, Max felt a genuine sense of advancement.

Even though he knew that fully grasping the essence of Spatial Dominion was still incredibly difficult, he could also sense that it was not beyond reach. The difficulty did not stem from his talent or comprehension but from the broken laws of the world that constantly resisted any attempt to ascend beyond the fourth level.

Without the interference of this fractured world, he might have already crossed the threshold. Yet the resistance only strengthened his resolve, because resistance meant he was close enough for the world to fight back.

With each breath, Max reminded himself that he was not alone in this process. The sphere of comprehension left behind by the Void Monarch guided him like a silent teacher, stabilizing his mind whenever it wavered and revealing glimpses of the higher truths hidden within the concept of space.

He could feel the sphere pushing against the limitations of the world, its clarity battling the distortions caused by incomplete laws.

Alongside this, the temporal clone continued to refine the fifth-level concept of time, drawing from its innate connection to temporal laws. Between the two bodies, years passed by like flowing water. Time became irrelevant, swallowed entirely by the sheer number of moments he dedicated to understanding the deepest foundations of existence.

With almost infinite time and the sphere of comprehension supporting him, Max believed that it was impossible for him to fail. Difficult, yes. Maddening, certainly. But failure no longer felt like an outcome he needed to consider.

At the heart of this attempt lay a challenge far greater than comprehending space or time individually. Max had realized early on that the two concepts had to be comprehended simultaneously.

They were independent laws, yet bound by a hidden synergy that only revealed itself when both were pursued together. If he allowed one path to progress too far ahead of the other, the delicate equilibrium would collapse, and the law of causality would strike him with devastating force.

There could be no mixing of the two, no accidental overlap, no drifting thoughts from one law into the other. He had to maintain absolute separation between the minds of his original body and his temporal clone while ensuring that the two laws climbed upward in perfect harmony.

This balancing act was far more terrifying than any enemy he had ever faced. Yet Max understood that this was the only way forward.

To break the limits of a broken world and reach the fifth level, he had to walk a path no mortal or immortal being of Acaris had ever walked. And with each passing moment, with each revelation gained from space and each ripple shaped within time, Max stepped closer to creating a power that neither this world nor its laws could contain.

And just like that time flowed meaninglessly within the Dimension of Time. Days dissolved into months, months into years, and years into centuries as if they were no more than grains of sand slipping through an hourglass that never emptied.

Max sat unmoving, one body wrapped in the vast silence of spatial laws while the other drifted through the endless currents of temporal essence.

The Dimension of Time amplified every moment into eternity, allowing his thoughts to stretch without limit, giving his mind the freedom to explore depths that no mortal or immortal of Acaris could ever hope to reach.

As the first decade passed, his understanding of the fifth-level concepts only flickered at the edge of clarity, a distant horizon that seemed to draw closer and yet never arrive. But Max persisted without faltering.

Each revelation, each subtle shift in perception, built upon the last. His spatial comprehension began to form patterns that transcended structure and symmetry, revealing the underlying intent of space itself.

At the same time, the temporal clone moved through time's essence, watching every ripple, every distortion, every memory embedded in the flow. Their combined perspectives sharpened each other like two mirrors reflecting infinity.

After a century, Max no longer saw space as a mere distance or emptiness. He began to perceive the invisible threads that bound existence together.

The walls of the Dimension of Time breathed with quiet pulse-like movements whenever he meditated on Spatial Dominion, and he could sense the fundamental fabric of reality shifting ever so slightly around him.

The sphere of comprehension, once distant and vague, now glowed with unprecedented clarity, responding to him as though it were a long-lost piece of his soul returning home. It guided his senses toward subtleties he had never imagined, teaching him to dismantle and rebuild space with a precision that rivaled creation itself.

Meanwhile, the temporal clone uncovered layers of time so profound they felt impossible. It learned to observe time without flowing in it, to feel time without being bound by it, and to step into memories as though they were living worlds. The two bodies formed a harmony that no being had achieved before.

Two centuries passed, then three, and slowly Max felt something give way. The resistance of the broken world—ever present, ever suffocating—began to weaken within the Dimension of Time.

The laws outside could not enter here completely, and the purity of the Void Monarch's sphere of comprehension began to dominate his cultivation.

Max's understanding of space expanded until it felt limitless, as if he were no longer comprehending a concept but embracing a fundamental truth. Space cracked open before him like a vast ocean revealing every hidden current.

In the same moment, the temporal clone felt time opening as well. Time separated into layers, each with its own rhythm, its own resonance, its own truth. The clone moved through them smoothly, no longer restrained by the fragility of causality.