Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 1584  A Strange World!

A short distance away, the four Primarchs stood in complete silence.

Their expressions were filled with shock that they could not conceal.

They had witnessed something that defied everything they understood.

For beings like them, for chaos level existences, true death did not exist in the conventional sense. Even if their forms were destroyed, they would eventually return, their essence reassembling or merging back with their original selves. That was the fundamental nature of their existence.

Kazreth's clone should have followed the same principle.

Once its purpose was fulfilled, it should have returned to its origin.

Yet what they had just seen was entirely different.

It had not been destroyed.

It had not been dispersed.

It had been erased completely, as though it had never existed at all.

A chill spread through the Primarchs as that realization settled within them.

They had lived for countless ages, witnessed countless battles, and seen powers beyond imagination, yet never once had they seen a chaos being erased in such a manner.

It was not something that should have been possible.

And yet, it had happened right before their eyes.

Seeing Kazreth vanish without leaving behind even the slightest trace, Max stood in silence for a brief moment. The aftermath of that impossible scene still lingered in his mind, and even now, he could not fully comprehend what he had just done.

"Is this… the power of a god?" he murmured quietly, his gaze lowering toward his own hands.

Yet before he could explore that thought any further, something within him shifted.

The boundless, overwhelming presence that had filled his body moments ago began to recede. The sea of stars that had formed his existence dimmed and collapsed inward, and the strange divine symbol behind his head faded away as though it had never existed.

In the span of a few breaths, everything returned to normal.

His body reverted.

The godlike power vanished completely.

Max stood there once again as he had before, a cultivator at the Law Awakening Realm, with no visible trace of the transcendence he had just experienced.

"What just happened?" he muttered, a deep frown forming on his face as confusion overtook him. He tried to recall the sensation, the flow of power, the state of existence he had reached, yet the more he thought about it, the more elusive it became.

"It was not foreign," he said slowly, his thoughts racing as he tried to piece everything together. "That power did not feel borrowed or forced. It felt… like it was always mine, as if I only touched it for a brief moment."

The realization unsettled him.

If that power truly belonged to him, then why could he not access it again?

And more importantly, what had triggered it?

As these questions filled his mind, his focus suddenly shifted.

His Dimensional Sovereign Body reacted.

A presence appeared within his perception, distant yet clear.

The Ascension Tunnel.

It was not far from where he stood.

Max lifted his head, his expression turning serious as he locked onto that location. Whatever answers he sought, they would not come by standing still.

"I should be able to leave this place through that tunnel," he said under his breath, though a trace of uncertainty lingered in his tone. "At the very least, it is my best option."

Before moving, he turned his head one last time.

In the distance, the four Primarchs remained trapped within the forcefield. Their figures stood motionless, yet their presence was far from insignificant. Max observed them silently for a moment, committing their appearances to memory.

Then he turned away.

Without another word, he began moving toward the Ascension Tunnel.

A few minutes later, he arrived.

Before him stood a massive pedestal, ancient and imposing, as though it had existed since the beginning of time. At its center floated a giant spherical orb of white light, held in place by several towering pillars that surrounded it.

The orb radiated a chaotic and profound aura.

Max could feel the distortion within it, a mixture of space and time intertwining in a way that defied normal understanding. The energy it emitted was unstable yet controlled, as though it served as a gateway between different realms of existence.

"So this is the Ascension Tunnel," Max said quietly, his gaze fixed on the glowing sphere.

He took a step forward.

"This should be my way out of this secret domain," he muttered, steadying himself before committing to the unknown.

Without hesitation, he walked into the sphere.

The moment he entered, white light engulfed him completely.

His senses were overwhelmed as the world around him dissolved into pure radiance. There was no ground, no sky, no sense of direction, only an endless expanse of light that seemed to stretch beyond comprehension.

Time itself felt distorted.

Space no longer held meaning.

For a brief moment, it felt as though he existed nowhere at all.

Then, slowly, the light began to fade.

When Max opened his eyes again, he did not find himself back in Orion.

Instead, he stood within an entirely different world.

The atmosphere was quiet.

The surroundings felt unreal.

It was a dreamlike realm, yet calling it a dream alone did not feel accurate.

The world stretched endlessly in all directions, yet it did not feel vast in the usual sense. There was no clear horizon, no sky, no ground that could be defined in ordinary terms. Instead, everything seemed to exist in a state between form and formlessness, as though reality itself had softened and lost its rigid structure.

Beneath Max's feet was something that looked like land, yet it did not behave like solid earth. It shimmered faintly, like a surface made from condensed starlight, reflecting hues of silver, blue, and faint gold. Every step he took sent gentle ripples outward, as if he were walking upon a calm and infinite ocean that had forgotten how to move.

The air carried a stillness that felt deeper than silence.

It was not the absence of sound, but the absence of disturbance itself. There was no wind, yet something flowed. There was no motion, yet the entire realm felt alive in a quiet and immeasurable way. It was as though time had been paused, not halted violently, but gently set aside, allowing this place to exist beyond its reach.