Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 1151  Mirror Lake of Souls

The wind shifted faintly around him as he resumed his steps. The endless violet plains stretched out ahead, and in the distance, faint ripples of energy marked the boundary of the core region—the place where the Divine Palace Platform would one day descend.

Before Max could leave the inner region completely, he had one task left—to find the Mirror Lake of Souls, the rumored location where the Lotus of Clear Serenity bloomed. The map that Lord Igris had given him marked the lake faintly along the borders of the inner and core regions.

If his calculations were right, it would take several days to reach it on foot, and that was if he avoided unnecessary battles. But nothing in this domain ever allowed things to be that simple.

The first few days of his journey were deceptively quiet. The terrain of the inner region was strange, constantly shifting between jagged cliffs and stretches of barren ground covered in glowing symbols that pulsed faintly with unknown energy.

Max moved cautiously through them, his Three Dimensional Body fully active, scanning for distortions, traps, and beasts.

But soon, silence gave way to chaos.

It began with the Silver Fang Lynx, a creature that appeared like a blur of white light in the distance. Its fur shimmered like molten metal, and its movements left streaks of mirrored reflections behind it.

The lynx attacked without warning, splitting into three mirror images that struck from different directions at once. Max caught the first swipe on his forearm, sparks flying from the impact, and the other two followed almost immediately.

With calm precision, he used the third level concept of space—Spatial Distortion—to bend the space around him. The attacks missed by mere inches, and before the lynx could recover, Maxʼs palm shot out. A pulse of spatial energy rippled outward, collapsing the creatureʼs mirrored bodies into fragments before crushing its true form into dust.

”Thatʼs one,” Max muttered, stepping over the fading silver remains.

But the lynx was only the beginning.

Over the next several days, the deeper he went into the outskirts of the inner region, the more frequent the attacks became. Herds of Crimson Gale Hounds hunted in coordinated packs, their howls echoing through the ravines like thunder.

Their bodies flickered with red mist, and each time they lunged, the mist condensed into claws sharp enough to cut through steel.

Max faced them head-on, lightning crackling across his arms as he used the Storm Kingʼs Inheritance – Extreme Speed to blur across the battlefield. His movements were sharp and precise, each strike crushing another beast into the earth.

Then came the Spectral Vipers, translucent creatures that slid through solid stone as though it were water. They were silent killers, using the terrain itself to strike from impossible angles. But Max had long grown accustomed to such tricks.

His Three Dimensional Body detected even the faintest ripple in their energy signatures, and one by one, he burned them to ash using the flames of his infernal energy.

By the fifth day, the number of battles he had fought had already surpassed a hundred. His body remained uninjured, but his surroundings bore the scars of his journey. Craters stretched across the ground where he had unleashed bursts of spatial collapse. The air still shimmered with residual lightning that danced across the sky like phantom serpents.

At night, he rested briefly beneath the crimson moons that hung low over the horizon. The landscape of the inner region glowed faintly with strange light, as if alive, and Max could feel the faint hum of the world itself watching him.

Every so often, the shadows in the distance shifted, and pairs of glowing eyes watched from the dark. But nothing dared approach him anymore. The scent of his energy—spatial, infernal, and draconic all mixed together—had turned into a warning for the beasts of the domain.

By the eighth day, he finally reached an area where the terrain began to change. The sharp cliffs and shifting valleys gave way to a vast expanse of flat, crystalline ground. The soil here was smooth like glass, reflecting light in ripples that looked almost liquid. The air grew cooler, carrying a faint fragrance that reminded him of dew.

He knew then that he was close. During this eight day of exploring the edges of the inner region, his strength had also risen wildly. He had devoured every beasts he had killed so far and because of it his strength had soared to 9th level of Legend Rank.

The map from Lord Igris had marked this area vaguely, describing it as a place ”where space bends like water.” The description now made sense. Each step Max took caused faint ripples to spread across the ground, distorting his reflection beneath him.

A few hours later, the terrain opened up completely, revealing a breathtaking sight that made even Max pause for a moment.

Before him stretched a massive lake that glowed with shifting silver light. The surface was so clear that it perfectly reflected the skies above, and yet beneath the reflection, strange shadows swam like living souls. The faint scent of soul force filled the air, rich and pure. It was tranquil but eerie, as though the lake existed between the worlds of the living and the dead.

Max stopped at the edge of the water, his red eyes narrowing slightly as he observed it. ”So this is it… the Mirror Lake of Souls,” he said softly.

The surface of the lake rippled faintly in response, as though acknowledging his presence. He crouched down and dipped a finger into the water. The sensation that greeted him was unlike anything he had felt before. It wasnʼt cold—it was alive. He could feel countless threads of consciousness brushing against his mind, each one carrying faint traces of memory and emotion.

”This energy…” Max muttered. ”Itʼs pure soul force.”

He stood up slowly, his eyes scanning the far end of the lake. The faint glow of blue light shimmered from within a patch of mist at the center, like the heart of the lake itself.

The Lotus of Clear Serenity was said to bloom only in a place where souls converged. Its petals could calm the flow of soul force and were capable of purifying corrupted essence. The lake matched every description perfectly.

However, as he looked deeper into the mist, Maxʼs expression hardened. His Three Dimensional Body detected faint fluctuations of energy beneath the water. Dozens of them. No—hundreds.

”Guardians or beasts?,” Max whispered. ”So it wonʼt be that simple.”

The Mirror Lake of Souls was far from empty. Beneath its calm surface, countless shapes moved silently—beasts, spirits, and strange entities born from condensed soul energy. They were drawn to the Lotus like moths to flame, yet none dared to touch it. It was both sacred and forbidden.

Max took a slow breath, his aura stirring faintly as the ground beneath his feet trembled in response. ”Letʼs see what it takes to reach that lotus.”

He stepped forward. The water beneath his feet rippled but did not sink. Space itself bent to hold him aloft, forming invisible platforms as he walked across the lakeʼs surface.

And as he took his second step, the first guardian stirred from below.

The calm lake began to ripple violently, and the faint silver light turned into streaks of crimson. The air trembled with a chilling resonance that echoed through the mist.

Max smiled faintly, his red eyes glowing as sparks of red lightning danced across his body. ”So it begins.”