Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 1599  Sprinting Through The Inner Region!

One enormous phantom dragon swooped downward, jaws wide open in a silent roar that shook the earth beneath it.

Another dragged itself across the ground with broken limbs, its presence leaking despair so thick that ordinary cultivators would collapse instantly.

Behind them came countless lesser specters, all twisted by death and madness.

This was why people lost control here.

Anyone lacking a firm mind would be drowned by the emotions carried within those remnants. Fear would become panic. Anger would become madness. Desire would become obsession. In time, they would either break mentally or succumb to the draconic corruption of the valley.

Max merely looked ahead.

Then he activated Keeper's Dominion.

An invisible force spread outward from him in all directions.

There was no light, no explosion, no dramatic display. Yet the space around Max instantly changed. It became a mental domain ruled entirely by his will. Calm, absolute, and unquestionable authority radiated from his existence.

The first phantom dragon entered that unseen range.

It shattered instantly.

Its hatred dispersed like smoke under sunlight.

The second surged forward with enough rage to shake the ground, but the moment it neared Max, the fragment trembled and broke apart into countless particles before fading into nothingness.

One by one, every negative remnant that approached him met the same end.

Despair crumbled.

Madness dissolved.

Regret vanished.

The fragments of dead dragons, once capable of breaking the minds of powerful cultivators, could not withstand the sovereign pressure of Keeper's Dominion.

Max continued walking as though taking a stroll through an empty road.

His expression remained calm, his pace unchanged.

Around him, phantom dragons howled soundlessly before being erased the instant they came close. Invisible waves of authority swept the area clean wherever he passed.

If another cultivator had witnessed the scene, they would have been stunned beyond words.

The cursed inner region, feared by countless experts, had become nothing more than a path cleared before Max's footsteps.

Like that, while the remnants of ancient dragons were continuously destroyed around him, Max advanced through the inner region and moved ever closer to the core of Dragon Death Valley.

With Keeper's Dominion active around him, Max did not encounter much difficulty while crossing the inner region.

The greatest threat of that place had never been raw strength alone. It was the invisible assault on the mind. The fragments of dead dragons, the lingering rage of ancient deaths, the madness woven into the draconic aura, and the oppressive will saturating the land were enough to break most intruders long before battle ever began.

Yet none of it could touch him.

The invisible domain formed by Keeper's Dominion moved with Max like a sovereign field of authority. Every trace of resentment that neared him was crushed. Every mental influence was repelled. Every malicious fragment dissolved before reaching his consciousness.

Because of that, the inner region lost much of its terror for him.

However, that did not mean the journey was peaceful.

The land here was crawling with draconic beasts.

They emerged from cliffs, stalked him through broken forests, and watched from ridges with eyes burning in feral hunger. Some moved on four legs like predators. Others retained distorted traces of human posture, walking upright with twisted limbs and scaled torsos. Many had horns, tails, claws, wings, or jaws too large for any natural creature.

And all of them had once been human.

These were cultivators who had ventured too deep into Dragon Death Valley in search of fortune, inheritance, or glory. At some point they had reached the core region and been consumed by the draconic aura.

The corruption began by altering the body, but the crueler change came afterward.

Reason collapsed.

Memory faded.

Identity was torn apart.

Their instincts became savage, their minds reduced to violence, hunger, and territorial fury. What remained were monsters wearing the remnants of human origin.

Max passed one shattered ruin where a beast crouched over old armor fragments, gnawing at metal as though trying to remember something it no longer understood. Another creature had a humanoid face half fused into a scaled skull, its dead eyes staring blankly before it charged in sudden madness.

Max ended it with a single strike.

Further ahead, he encountered packs of them.

Some hunted in groups, using surprising coordination likely carried over from old combat habits buried deep in their ruined minds. Others fought one another endlessly, tearing flesh and scale apart over territory soaked in ancient corruption.

One massive draconic beast descended from a ridge above him. It had broad shoulders, scaled arms, and remnants of ceremonial robes hanging from its waist. A broken sword was still lodged through one side of its chest, yet it moved with terrifying power.

It roared and attacked.

Max did not slow down.

Keeper's Dominion suppressed its killing intent for an instant, creating the smallest hesitation. That single moment was enough.

His blade flashed.

The creature's head separated cleanly from its body, and the corpse crashed into the earth behind him.

He continued walking.

At another point, dozens of lesser beasts surrounded him in a canyon, their claws scraping stone, saliva dripping from twisted jaws. They sensed strength in him, but instinct drove them forward regardless.

Max released a pulse from Keeper's Dominion.

The weaker ones collapsed immediately, their minds unable to withstand the sovereign pressure. The stronger few staggered, and he cut through them in passing.

The inner region became a graveyard wherever he stepped.

Yet Max felt no triumph.

As he looked at some of these creatures more closely, he could still see traces of who they once were. Torn modern clothing. Broken emblems on their clothing. Human hands half transformed into claws. Eyes that occasionally flickered with confusion before rage consumed them again.

This was the true cruelty of Dragon Death Valley.

Max's gaze grew colder.

The path ahead led toward the core region, where the source of this corruption lay.

And with Keeper's Dominion surrounding him like an unseen throne of will, he continued forward without hesitation.

Soon, after cutting through the last stretches of the inner region, Max arrived near the boundary of the core region.

He stopped immediately.