Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 1301  A Strange World

The secret chamber narrowed into a dim stone passage barely wide enough for two people to walk side by side. The walls pressed in on both sides, rough and cold, marked by age and streaked with faint traces of energy that shimmered like dust caught in moonlight.

Max walked at the front, his senses with Three Dimensional Body spread out in every direction, ensuring that nothing unexpected approached them from deeper inside.

The others followed in silence, their footsteps echoing softly against the cramped stone corridor. The further they walked, the more the air seemed to grow colder, as if the cave itself remembered every person who had ever passed through and carried the weight of that memory.

They walked for several minutes in this narrow space before Freya finally sighed. "How long is this cave supposed to be?" she asked, glancing upward even though the ceiling was too low to offer comfort. She sounded more curious than impatient, yet there was also a tension in her tone that revealed how much she disliked confined places.

Victor, who had traveled this path twice before, answered with a small smile. "It is not that long. We should be approaching the other end by now. The size is meant to deceive newcomers into thinking they may be walking endlessly, but the distance is fixed."

The moment his words left his mouth, Max sensed a subtle shift in the flow of qi ahead of them. The cave widened, and a faint glow seeped into the corridor from around a bend. A few steps later, the group emerged before a structure that looked nothing like the rough walls behind them. It was a door.

Not a simple or ordinary one, but a structure carved with profound artistry. Its giant surface displayed four enormous mythical beasts: a dragon with coiling spirals of power running through its scales, a phoenix with wings raised in fiery elegance, a white tiger poised as if leaping forward, and a tortoise whose shell bore subtle patterns of mountains and oceans.

The carvings looked both ancient and alive, as though they could awaken at any moment.

Freya stepped closer and ran her fingers lightly along the phoenix engraving, sensing a faint pulse of ancestral energy. "This is more than a gate," she said quietly. "It is a seal formed from the combined will of the Four Divine Beasts. Anyone without the corresponding bloodlines would never even lay a finger on the true realm beyond it. Only descendants blessed with the purest threads of dragon, phoenix, tiger, and tortoise can command this seal to open. It is a method used only by ancient forces who fear that their knowledge may fall into the hands of outsiders."

Victor nodded. "Exactly. The door is a safeguard. Even if someone discovered this place or forced their way through the first chamber, the entrance would remain sealed forever unless the leaders of the Four God Nation activated it. The bloodline requirement is strict and unforgiving. If there is even the slightest impurity or hesitation in the activation of their blood power, the door will not open."

Max stepped aside and gestured toward the leaders—Alexander, Aden and the two others beside him. "It is your turn."

The four leaders nodded solemnly. Each stepped forward and placed a hand on the door. Their palms began to glow softly. Alexander's palm shone with azure light, Aden's with a golden flame, the white tiger descendant released silver luminescence, and the tortoise descendant channeled a deep earthy glow. Their bloodline powers flowed into the engravings.

The beasts glowed to life.

The carved dragon's eyes lit up with brilliant sapphire radiance. The phoenix's wings ignited with crimson and gold. The white tiger shimmered with silver brilliance. The tortoise's shell responded with deep emerald waves. The entire door pulsed as if awakening from a slumber spanning countless centuries.

Then, without a sound of cracking stone or grinding metal, the door dissolved. It vanished like mist blown away by the wind, leaving no trace behind, as though it had never existed in the first place.

A vast world appeared before them.

An endless landscape stretched across the horizon: towering mountains adorned with streams of glowing rivers, forests filled with spiritual mist, skies painted with shifting colors as though the heavens themselves were layered with hidden formations.

Even from the threshold, they felt an ancient aura washing over them, a mixture of serenity and danger that could only belong to a place shaped by divine beasts.

Victor gazed at the world and whispered, "The secret domain truly has changed since the last time we entered. The aura is heavier now. Something deeper inside is stirring."

Max nodded slowly. They all felt it. This was not merely a hidden world. It was a realm forged from the legacy of four divine beings, a place where heaven and earth had been shaped according to their will.

And somewhere within this realm waited the Celestial Beast Temple. The temple that no one had ever returned from.

The expedition into the domain had officially begun.

"I will take the lead," Max said as he stepped forward, his figure crossing the threshold into the strange realm. The moment his foot landed on the other side, the world around him shifted with a sensation that felt both weightless and disorienting.

It was as if he had walked through a thin veil of space that separated reality from something entirely foreign. When the dizziness faded, Max lifted his gaze and found himself standing beneath a sky unlike anything he had ever seen.

The heavens were filled with twinkling stars scattered across an expanse of deep violet and muted purple. It resembled a night sky at first glance, but there was no darkness in it. Instead, the light seemed to bleed softly across the firmament, creating a surreal glow that wrapped the entire world in an otherworldly luminance.

Some stars shimmered like distant lanterns, while others pulsed faintly as though they were alive and breathing. The sky felt ancient and boundless, yet strangely intimate, as though it were watching every step taken by the intruders.

Max lowered his gaze to examine the terrain beneath his feet and immediately understood why the air around him carried such a disquieting stillness. The ground was not truly ground. Instead, he stood on a narrow stone path formed from smooth tiles that emitted a faint silver radiance.

These paths branched into dozens of directions, each one curving away into the distance like veins of a colossal celestial being. The paths extended forward, backward, sideways and diagonally, weaving an intricate network that resembled an enormous labyrinth suspended in the air.

Outside these stone pathways there was nothing. No land, no soil, no mountains, no forests. Beyond the edges of each path stretched a vast and endless void. It was a silent abyss, a chasm with no visible bottom and no discernible depth.

A faint mist drifted across it at intervals, but even the mist seemed to fall endlessly once it drifted past the edge. Max realized that a single misstep would send anyone plunging into that emptiness where even sound would fail to follow.

Freya stepped through the doorway behind him and drew a sharp breath. Her eyes widened as she stared at the void stretching out on either side. "This place feels...different," she said quietly while trying not to look too long into the abyss. "It feels like a world that was never meant to be walked by mortals."

Lucien came next, his expression carrying a mixture of caution and curiosity. He crouched briefly to touch the stone path beneath them and murmured, "These paths are shaped by powerful spatial laws. It is as if the divine beasts carved safe routes into a realm that was naturally unstable. Every step outside these paths may lead to complete erasure."

Victor and Seraphina arrived shortly after, followed by the other geniuses. Each of them reacted differently. Some were filled with awe. Some swallowed nervously. Others stared at the void as though trying to understand its nature.

Even the most courageous among them felt a flicker of dread. The stone paths were narrow and firm, yet every instinct warned them that the slightest mistake would mean certain doom.

Max took a slow breath as he observed the entire landscape. The paths ahead glowed faintly, almost as if they were calling to him, guiding him toward something waiting in the depths of this strange world.

He stepped forward once more, testing the stability of the path, and found that it held firm beneath his weight. It felt solid and trustworthy despite the abyss surrounding it.

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