Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

With Lucia and Rose watching from the cliffs above, Max descended alone into Dragon Death Valley.

The moment he crossed the boundary of the outer region, he felt the difference immediately.

The air grew heavier, as though every breath carried hidden weight. The ground beneath his feet was dry and fractured, covered in black stone veined with crimson lines that pulsed faintly like sleeping blood vessels. Strange winds moved through the valley in sudden bursts, cold one moment and burning hot the next.

Even sound behaved differently there.

At times the valley was silent enough to hear his own heartbeat. Then, without warning, distant roars, scraping noises, and echoes of battle would surge from nowhere before vanishing again.

Max’s eyes narrowed.

”This place truly deserves its reputation,” he muttered.

He moved forward with measured steps, keeping the senses of his Dimensional Sovereign Body spread across the surroundings. Unlike ordinary perception, his awareness swept through the land in layered detail, allowing him to detect movements hidden beneath rock, shifts in unstable space, and traces of hostile intent.

That awareness saved him almost immediately.

The earth in front of him exploded upward.

A massive scaled beast burst from below the ground, jaws wide enough to swallow a man whole. Its body resembled a lizard fused with jagged stone, while traces of draconic horns protruded from its skull. The creature attacked with brutal speed, clearly evolved by the aura of the valley.

Max did not retreat.

He stepped aside at the final instant, his hand flashing like lightning as a sword arc cut across the beast’s neck.

Blood sprayed.

The creature crashed heavily across the ground, twitching before going still.

Max glanced at the corpse only briefly before continuing onward.

Soon after, he encountered packs of smaller predators that moved in complete silence. They resembled wolves with scaled hides and glowing yellow eyes. Rather than charge recklessly, they circled him from every direction, waiting for weakness.

Max’s aura flared outward.

The pressure alone made several collapse, while the rest fled whining into the shadows.

But not every danger had flesh.

Several miles deeper, the mist thickened unexpectedly.

At first it appeared ordinary, but Max soon noticed that the landscape around him was changing despite him walking in a straight line. Cliffs moved positions. Rocks appeared where none had existed moments before. Even the sky seemed lower.

An illusion zone.

Max stopped instantly.

The Dimensional Sovereign Body focused, piercing through layers of false scenery until he located the true path hidden beneath shifting deception. Without that ability, many cultivators would likely wander until exhaustion or madness claimed them.

He stepped through the false terrain and emerged from the mist unharmed.

Further ahead, he found stranger things still.

At one point, he came across a rusted spear embedded upright in the ground. No aura came from it, yet every nearby beast avoided the area entirely.

When Max moved closer, faint whispers began echoing in his ears.

Voices of rage.

Voices of despair.

Voices begging for help.

His expression hardened. The spear was likely stained by the resentment of those who died there.

He left it untouched.

Later, while crossing a narrow canyon, shadows began moving along the walls beside him. They matched his shape perfectly, but their actions lagged behind his own movements.

Then one shadow suddenly turned its head toward him independently.

Max’s eyes flashed coldly.

With a burst of force, he released a shockwave that shattered the unnatural darkness along the canyon walls. The shadows screamed silently before dissolving into black smoke.

”Interesting.”

He continued walking.

Hours passed as he advanced through the outer region.

He crossed fields of bone fragments half buried in the earth. He navigated pits that emitted sleeping poison gas. He avoided zones where gravity suddenly doubled without warning. He fought serpent-like beasts hiding beneath lakes of mud and birds with metallic feathers sharp enough to pierce armor.

Yet through it all, Max’s pace never slowed for long.

Rather than fear the valley, he adapted to it.

Each obstacle sharpened his senses. Each battle tempered his aura. Each strange phenomenon taught him more about the nature of Dragon Death Valley.

By the time the crimson light of the outer region began to fade into the darker atmosphere of the middle zone, Max stood atop a ridge and looked ahead.

The terrain beyond was far more distorted.

The pressure in the air had doubled.

And somewhere deeper inside, the ancient dragon corpse continued radiating power like a sleeping sun of death.

Max smiled faintly.

”The outer region was interesting, but the true horrors lie in the middle region, the inner region, and beyond that... the core.”

With that, he stepped forward and continued deeper into Dragon Death Valley.

The environment changed almost immediately.

The land of the middle region was far more twisted than the outer areas. Mountains leaned at unnatural angles, as if space itself had warped during some ancient catastrophe. Rivers flowed uphill before vanishing into cracks in the air. Black storms formed without warning, then disappeared moments later. The pressure of the valley grew heavier with every mile.

Yet Max did not stop.

He crossed the middle region at a steady pace, avoiding unstable fractures in space and passing through fields littered with bones of creatures that had ventured too far. Time distortions occasionally flickered around him, causing nearby rocks to age into dust or reverse into freshly broken stone.

But with the awareness of his Dimensional Sovereign Body, he saw these distortions before entering them and adjusted his path accordingly.

Soon, the atmosphere shifted again.

A suffocating draconic aura spread across the land like an invisible ocean. The sky darkened into a dull crimson. Even the wind carried savage intent, as though the air itself desired to tear intruders apart.

Max had entered the inner region.

This was the place Rose had spoken of, where many lost themselves before ever reaching the core.

The moment he stepped into that zone, strange sounds filled the air.

Roars.

Screams.

The grinding of claws against stone.

Whispers in unknown tongues.

They came from nowhere and everywhere at once.

Then shapes began to form in the haze around him.

Massive translucent figures of dragons coiled through the sky, their bodies incomplete and fading at the edges. Some were missing wings. Others had shattered skulls or broken spines. Their eyes burned with hatred and pain. These were not living beings, but remnants left behind after death.

Fragments of will.

Traces of rage.

Echoes of resentment too strong to disappear.