Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Max did not even look back.

”We do not have time for them.”

The moment he said those words, golden light erupted from his body and expanded outward, forming a wide shield around both him and Nancy. The shield was not a simple barrier. It was formed from the power of his Heavenly Luminance Divine Bloodline, and its surface glowed with sacred golden patterns that moved like flowing sunlight.

The moment the black-winged insects crashed into it, their bodies were burned into ashes by the radiance before their mouths could even touch the surface. The thorn-covered vines whipped against the shield again and again, but every strike only caused ripples of light to spread across it, while the poisonous liquid they released evaporated the instant it touched the golden barrier.

The three-headed demonic bird came next.

It opened its mouths and released three beams of dark, rotten energy, each one filled with a cursed force that could corrode flesh and soul, but Max only raised one hand slightly while continuing to fly upward.

The golden shield brightened, and the three beams struck its surface with a thunderous explosion, causing the clouds around them to scatter and the nearby branches to tremble, yet the shield did not break. Not even a crack appeared.

The attack was swallowed by the golden light, and Max flew straight through the storm of rotten wind as if nothing had happened.

Nancy looked at the shield around them and felt her heart calm slightly.

She had been worried that they would be delayed by the creatures living on the Witch God Tree, but Max clearly had no intention of fighting them one by one. He simply used absolute defense and terrifying speed to ignore everything in their path.

No matter what attacked them, whether it was cursed insects, demonic birds, soul-devouring flowers, living roots, shadow beasts hidden in the bark, or strange black spirits that crawled out from the mist, all of them were blocked by the golden shield before they could reach either of them.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Attack after attack landed against the shield.

Claws struck it.

Fangs bit into it.

Curses spread across it.

Illusion mist tried to seep through it.

Dark lightning fell from the clouds above and crashed down upon it.

Yet none of these attacks could stop Max.

The golden shield remained steady around him and Nancy, and Max continued flying upward with his eyes fixed on the unseen top of the tree. His expression was calm, but his speed only grew faster with every passing moment, as if the dangers around him were nothing more than wind brushing against his face.

Nancy followed closely within the protection of the shield, and although she kept her guard up, she soon realized that unless something truly terrifying appeared, there was no need for her to make a move at all.

The higher they went, the stranger the Witch God Tree became.

The bark around them was no longer only dark brown and gray-black. It began to show faint purple veins that pulsed like blood vessels beneath the surface. Some branches were covered in glowing white flowers shaped like tiny skulls, while other branches were completely dead, twisted, and covered in chains of black moss that moved as if alive.

Huge hollows opened in the trunk from time to time, and within those hollows, Max could sense sleeping auras that were far stronger than the creatures attacking them outside. But he did not enter. He did not investigate. Caroline was still his priority.

After what felt like a long and brutal ascent, the cursed clouds finally appeared directly above them.

They were thick, dark, and filled with green-purple lightning, but Max did not slow down. The golden shield around him brightened once more, and with Nancy following closely, he flew straight into the cloud layer.

The moment they entered, visibility dropped sharply. Everything around them became misty and distorted, and strange whispers echoed in their ears, sometimes sounding like children laughing, sometimes like old women chanting, and sometimes like someone calling their names from far away.

The cursed clouds tried to confuse their senses, but Max’s gaze remained cold and steady.

Golden light surged again.

The whispers were burned away.

The mist split open.

Max and Nancy broke through the cloud layer.

The moment they emerged above the clouds, the world changed.

The top of the Witch God Tree was not a simple treetop.

It was an entire world suspended above the sky.

Massive branches stretched outward in every direction like mountain ranges, thick enough to hold forests, rivers, ruined temples, broken towers, and valleys between them. Countless leaves, each one the size of a small house, grew across the highest branches, but their colors were strange.

Some were pale silver, some were dark purple, some were black with glowing green veins, and some looked completely transparent, reflecting faint scenes that did not seem to belong to the present. Between the branches hung streams of mist that flowed like waterfalls, pouring downward into the clouds below, while above them, the sky was neither day nor night.

It was a dim, violet expanse filled with slow-moving stars that seemed too close, as if someone could touch them by reaching upward.

At the very center of the treetop was Witch God Valley.

The valley was formed between three colossal branches that curved inward like the fingers of an ancient hand. Their surfaces joined together to create a vast basin filled with cursed mist, black grass, twisted stone pillars, and rivers of dark green liquid that flowed without sound.

Strange ruins were scattered throughout the valley, some built from bone-white stone, some carved directly into the living wood, and some floating slightly above the ground as if gravity had forgotten them. In the deepest part of the valley, a huge broken statue stood half-buried in the mist.

The statue seemed to depict a woman with six arms, a crown of branches, and eyes covered by a veil, but its face was cracked beyond recognition, and from those cracks, faint green light leaked out like the glow of something still alive inside.

Max and Nancy hovered above the edge of the valley, looking down at the scene before them.

Even Max could feel that this place was dangerous.

The air here did not simply carry cursed energy. It carried an old, decayed divinity, a power that had survived countless years and had twisted into something neither holy nor demonic. The mist below moved strangely, sometimes forming faces, sometimes forming hands, and sometimes opening like mouths before closing again.

The branches beneath the valley pulsed faintly, as if the Witch God Tree itself was breathing through this place.

Nancy’s expression became extremely solemn.

”This is Witch God Valley,” she said quietly. ”The highest and most dangerous region of the Witch God Tree.”

Max’s eyes swept across the valley, and his senses spread outward as far as they could go, searching for traces of Caroline, Seraphine, Fin, or anyone connected to the second faction.

The golden shield around them slowly faded, but the light in Max’s eyes became sharper.

”So this is where they fled,” he said.

Nancy nodded. ”Yes. If Caroline and the others are still alive, they should be somewhere inside.”

Max looked toward the depths of the cursed valley, where the broken statue stood beneath the violet sky and the mist twisted like living shadows.

”Then we go in.”

His voice was calm, but the killing intent beneath it was unmistakable.

Without waiting any longer, Max descended toward Witch God Valley, and Nancy followed closely behind him.